Bouncing through the greenwood [p]

Robin Aatte · 08-04-2011, 12:35 PM

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Private for Noss Smile Set on the 5th of August. WC: 827

It was a hot afternoon, the sun was looming high in the sky, just about to start it's descent from the very peak of it's afternoon high. All around little heat lines were rising from the green grassy lands, creating a strange heat haze across the lands which made it difficult to see too far away into the distance. The old wood of the stables was creaking and groaning with the heat, the horses residing within making small snorts and whinnies of complaint, although the shady interior was in fact quite effective at keeping the heat off them for the most part, although the summer time flies had decided to seek refuge in the cooler area of the stables as well, so the horses were forced to swat them repeatedly with their long tails. They each had their large heads poking out over the large wooden doors, their nostrils flared, their ears swivelling to keep the flies away from them. The grass of the racecourse was seeming to brown a little in the heat, there had not been very much rainfall recently and the small blades of grass seemed to be yellowing and crisping a little in the hot midday sun. There was, mercifully, a cooler breeze blowing through the lands, blowing across the ground, allowing a small respite from the stifling heat of the day. There was not even much cloud cover in the sky today, a few small white clouds attempting to cover the sun and being evaporated by the heat coming off of it quite effectively, burning away without much resistance, no doubt there were a fair few creatures in the lands that felt the same way.

Robin had left the house early this morning and had been practicing walking all day so far, she felt she was getting rather good at it, her father's help having helped her gain confidence, she had now even got as far as a small run and even a little skipping motion, although that, like yesterday with the jumping, had ended in disaster, falling over yet again, scraping her sandy brown knee and causing her to emit little whimpers of pain. But soon a rabbit had run past her and the small graze on her knee had been suddenly forgotten and she had been up again, managing a quite quick pace this time, although nothing close to the rabbit's speed, she was not used to her new bipedal form yet and the rabbit's quick movements had proven too difficult to match. She was still clumsy on her feet, she was not an adult yet and her body was lean with awkwardly large feet at the moment, she was certain that she would eventually get it, Daddy had assured her that it would indeed get easier, that she would grown into this awkward stretched form and that then she would be more than capable of running, jumping and skipping along all she wanted. The patchwork girl was getting better at it after all, she was looking forwards to all of the potential adventures her new form would provide, she could climb trees! She could learn to shoot a bow, just like Robin Hood in her favourite book! There were so many exciting possibilities that her tail was wagging wildly simply at the thought of them all, this again caused her to wobble off balance a little, but she managed to steady herself. Daddy had also said that her tail would become more in proportion to her body soon enough and that she wouldn't fall over every time she wagged it too much, she couldn't wait for that to happen, she wasn't going to get anywhere fast if she spent half of her time falling on her bottom and having to get up again.

The little patchwork girl had decided to come to the stables to practice, the grass here was soft and spongy, this way she wouldn't get any more grazes, at least she hoped not, her knee was a bit sore and beginning to sting now, the skin all scraped. Once again she tried skipping, her little bouncy steps covering the ground slowly, partially because she kept wobbling off balance, but luckily not falling again. She got closer to the stables and a large cream coloured fae caught her eye, she had large intelligent brown eyes and something of a sad expression, her white mane was long and was hanging quite a way down the stable door as she stuck her head over it. Robin quickly bounced over to the pale horse, reaching up and patting her nose with a child-like roughness that was not intentional but seemed common in all children of a certain age.
“Hello horsey, how are you today?” She asked the large horse, still stroking the pale quadruped's nose, but more gently now as a whinny of annoyance that the mare had emitted made her realise that she was being a little too rough.

Noss · 08-04-2011, 01:26 PM

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Your table is absolutely KAWAII~~~!

Noss had seen the little bundle of fluff--for that's what she was--bumble herself into the stables, quirking an eyebrow at her as she seemed to almost trip and fall several times on her way down the hill and across the way, and immediately he felt a little uneasy. It wasn't that he was nervous or apprehensive or anything along those lines, it was more like...he was annoyed that there would be a child he would have to worry about. It seemed that no matter where he went he came upon those who were barely a year old or younger, and honestly, Noss didn't know how to handle children. Or women. And it just so happened that this pup was both.

At first the grey man just ignored her, going about his business walking Taima around the pasture. He had ridden the draft horse hard the day prior, and so today was a resting day from the large man's weight. Instead they had only been doing their rounds, but it was time for a rest--the heat of the day was making the horse sweat profusely, and wasn't fairing much better for Noss, who was so used to the colder climates. At the least, the weather didn't bode well for a good harvest season if those who farmed didn't water their plants enough. Taking Taima in, the grey warrior saw how the young female began to pet one of the mares, and he snorted in light disapproval. She's not a nail to be hammered, the man said gruffly as he continued to lead his horse to his stall. The two of them towered well over the small girl, but Noss was courteous enough to walk on the side that she was on so that he could direct Taima's huge hooves away from her small paws. Once inside his stall, Taima began to drink out of his water bucket while Noss put in two squares of hay. He also went to grab a bucket for more water and a cloth to soak his horse down--letting a horse fester in his own sweat only led to uncleanliness and sometimes disease, if left to sit for more than a week. Business was as business did.

Warrior walks. Warrior talks. Warrior thinks.

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Robin Aatte · 08-04-2011, 02:45 PM

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Thank you, I'm in love with it Smile WC: 754

Robin was watching Noss with interest, the large grey male and his even larger horse, they walked together so perfectly, so neatly, the horse keeping time with the large male's steps. The little patchwork fae watched him with interest, her blue eyes following their movements with rapt interest, partially she was fascinated by the horse, such a big creature to move with such neat grace, it's heavy footfalls still being delicate and gentle somehow, but mostly she was fascinated by the grey male, he walked so well, would she manage to walk like that too? Would it be something so natural and relaxed for her too? He didn't seem to be having to think about it, he was just doing it, he was just padding along besides the horse, not having to remember to put one foot in front of the other, not worrying about his tail wagging and him toppling over, he seemed to be managing balance in bipedal form very well, not like she walked, with her wobbling steps and sudden moments where she was almost certain that she was going to fall over. She supposed that she would get used to it sooner or later, but she did not like having to relearn to walk again, it wasn't fair, she had always managed before, she had just done it when she had had four legs, why did her knowledge of walking not transfer over into this new form? It was mightily frustrating for the young female. But she knew that Robin Hood would not have given up at the first hurdle, so neither would she, she would manage somehow, soon enough she would be walking and climbing and bouncing around with her usual energy like she had been walking on two feet all of her life, soon it would happen, she was sure of it.

The male walked towards her and she fixed him with her best Robin smile, stretching her mouth into a warm smile of greeting. The grey male spoke to her in a disapproving tone, suggesting that she was too rough with the large mare that she was still petting, she nodded at him, showing that she would be more gentle with her if he thought she was being too rough. She didn't necessarily agree with him, she was certain that the horse would have chastised her with another whinny if she was still being too rough. But she did respect him, her mother and father had always taught her to be respectful towards her elders and even if this male did seem a little grumpy, then again a lot of grown ups did, she would respect him. He was kind enough to walk between the large horse and herself, the pair seemed huge as they walked past her, she stared up at them in slight disbelief, they were both so tall! Would she ever be that tall? She hoped so, maybe not as tall as the horse, but she couldn't wait to be as tall as a grown up, then perhaps her body would all be in proportion and she'd be able to walk again without wobbling over all the time. The little patchwork fae watched the pair as they disappeared into the stable, once she was sure he was out of earshot she turned to the pale horse again, “Is he always this grumpy?.” She whispered as quietly as she could. The horse's response was to give a low snort, her nostrils flaring and bowing warm air over the small female's face, blowing the tendrils of her wavy mane all over the place. The patchwork girl emitted a loud giggle and pursed her lips, blowing air back at her new friend. Stroking her nose again, smiling as the fae began to sniff at the top of her head, ruffling her chocolate mane with her snout.

Robin gave the cream mare a gentle stroke on the nose again with her small hand, whispered a goodbye and walked towards the stable where Noss and the Horse had gone. She peered in through the door, watching the enourmous horse drinking steadily from the bucket in front of it. Watching Noss sorting out bales of hay. He seemed to be very busy, she wondered if that's why he was grumpy, lots of the older wolves seemed a little grumpy when they were really busy.
"Whatcha doing?" She asked in her usual cheerful tone, looking at the grey male with a smile, leaning against the doorframe as she watched him work.

Noss · 08-07-2011, 07:54 PM

OOC: Sorry, but I dislike having to copy tables without a mouse, so I shall pretty all my posts when I get back from vacation ^^ By the way, kudos on your word count: it's incredible :O

Although Noss did not hear the girl whisper to the horse from where he was currently in the stables, he did hear her loud giggle. Ralla had often laughed like that, too, when she was young, and he mused that his sister was perhaps the only 'girly girl' that he had ever been able to withstand without a hitch. To his surprise--although he supposed he shouldn't be that surprised, since children were naturally curious--the little female peeked her head around to peer at him. He caught her gaze with his own pale yellow eyes and quirked an eyebrow at her, he himself wondering why she seemed to take an interest in him. Most would avoid the male just because he didn't exactly exude 'friendliness', but there were the occasional few that were brave enough to venture near him. It just so happened that this pup was the same.

"Taking care of Taima," he said bluntly as he began to wash the draft horse. The girl seemed very candid as she watched them, but what was he supposed to say? If he shooed her away in his normal Noss fashion, she would surely be upset--and he didn't know any other way, besides. But just letting her silently watch as he made sure all the sweat was washed from Taima's back was getting a little awkward for the man, so when he finally put the cloth into the bucket and dried his hands, he turned his attention back to her. "Kid, I dunno who you are or what you want, so let's just get that taken care of," he offered, waiting for her explanation. In all honesty he had nothing else to do for the day, so while he had a lot of time to spare, he didn't exactly see himself spending it with a little girl trailing him over all creation.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

Robin Aatte · 08-08-2011, 09:18 AM

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Smile WC: 1052

The little female watched the male with interest as he was looking after the horse. He explained what he was doing and she nodded her little patchwork head in response, it seemed horses needed a lot of looking after, the grey male had already done a lot since she had been here, it seemed horses needed a lot of work, of course they needed feeding, but the little princess had no idea that they might need washing as well, or all of this extra attention. She was also impressed with the horse, standing so patiently while she was being washed, the little fae hated being washed, her mother kept trying, but the patchwork girl was getting good at hiding and wriggling free whenever anything that might clean her came too close. That was part of the reason the litttle girl was always so mucky looking, she was a rough and tumble kind of player and was always covered in little patches of dust and mud, her mother often tried to clean them off of her, but Robin didn't like it, she was usually a very placid and well behaved pup, but she loathed being washed, it was probably the only thing the caused arguments within her family, she just hated being wet... Especially when it was going to get rid of the layer of dirt that was on her fur, she didn't see the problem with it herself, they were her little badges of honour, showing that she had defeated her brother in one of their games again, or that she had been exploring and found something terribly interesting. Her little mucky patches all told stories, showed where she had been and where she was going, luckily her mother often won the battle and managed to clean her, in fact the little fae was quite clean today, only her knees being dusty, but that was because she had fallen over so much on her journey here, she was still getting used to her bipedal form, the little patchwork girl was getting better at it, but she was still having a lot of slips and slides and tumbles, she was hoping that she'd learn not to fall over soon. But until she did she supposed she would just have to accept the extra muck on her pelt, and the stinging pain that was eminating from her knee, it was very sore after her tumble, she wondered how on earth such a tiny, superficial wound could cause so much pain, it was just noticible enough to be a constant nagging ache in her mind.

She had been watching the male for a few minutes when he suddenly threw down his rag and turned to her, the little fae stopped wagging her long tail, was he going to tell her off for being here? Had he tired of her and decided to shoo her away? She wasn't sure if she was allowed to be here on her own after all, her daddy had brought her here when he had come to get his horse, Drogon. The little patchwork girl liked the large brown horse, he was a bit patchworky like herself, changing from a light brown into a dark brown, he seemed very friendly as well, she hoped to have a horse of her own when she was a little bigger, so she and her father could ride around together, ridding the packlands of any baddies and upholding all that was good. But she did not know if she was allowed in the wooden building without any adult supervision, she was only young after all, but she was not here to cause any trouble, she was just making friends, particularly with the cream mare that she had been spending her time with. Her ears drooped slightly, what if the male threw her out? What if he shouted at her? What if he was indeed a baddie and she had been lured into his evil plot, he smelled like the pack though and slightly of horse, she doubted that the leaders would have let a baddie in knowingly, so perhaps he would not be a baddie after all. Though he still might shout at her, especially if she was not allowed to be here. She looked up at the large male, her lilac eyes filling with nervous energy, she didn't want to be told off, especially for something she didn't know she was not allowed to do, after all when she knew that she was not allowed to do it, like climbing the tree by the house, she expected a scolding, but now she hadn't realised that she had been in the wrong. The male spoke, saying that he didn't know who she was or what she wanted, well that was simple, she was Robin and she was exploring, that was her job after all, she had taken it upon herself to become the most renound explorer and adventurer there ever was. But of course this male did not know that, he hadn't met her before, he didn't know that she was especially skilled at exploring and had turned her skills to the stables for the day, perhaps tomorrow it would be the hotel, or one of the area that stood beside the sea, but for today she had decided upon the stables, if she told the truth she had half expected her daddy to be here, she could have shown him how much better at walking she was getting if he had been and he would have kissed her skinned knee better. But all she had found was this grumpy male, if the truth be told she liked him, he was a challenge, she liked making new friends and this male was going to be more difficult to win round, that was ok with her, she would get him to warm to her, she could practice her getting to know people skills.
”That's easy, I'm Robin, Robin Aatte, I came here because I am an explorer... a bold explorer and I thought it would be a good place to start an adventure, who are you?” The little lady explained, finishing by asking the male who he was politely, after all that was the way introductions worked, at least that was how she had been told.

Noss · 08-17-2011, 11:38 AM

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This can either be an exit or a place where Robin chases him--either one Tongue

At first the little one seemed on the verge of tears--which gave Noss quite the start--but she seemed to school herself. Had she thought that he was going to bite her or something...? Was the grey man really that scary that he looked as if he would chomp down on an innocent pup? ...Maybe.

Robin Aatte? The 'Aatte' part sounded familiar, but Noss couldn't place his finger on it. But the little one labeled herself as an explorer, whereas Noss then snorted in entertainment. Then again, it was not that long ago that Noss himself had been an explorer--even in the Cour des Miracles lands, when he had been unfamiliar. In a sense, because of his poor directional sense, Noss had no room to criticize others for their need to explore. "Noss," he told her as he went to dump the dirty water. In the most occurrence he mused had most of the wolves here had two names--or last names, as he had recently learned. Such a thing was not used in the Crescent Moon Pack because everyone was considered family, and lineages were only as important as the people. In a sense, it was everyone's duty to track their own histories back, and yet the pack was tight-knit enough that every knew who was who. Great leaders and wolves would live on, chronicled by the Shaman in their caves, and their descendants would be blessed by the moon, even if everyone else had forgotten their lineage. What mattered was the 'now'. But Ralla's no longer there, he mused to himself. It would've been his sister's duty to watch the moon and stars, to protect the pact's spirituality and history--but she was no longer there, and neither was he. The grey warrior could only hope that there was now another Shaman in her place to fill the void.

"Listen, kid," he said--using the name of someone who was younger than him by so much seemed odd, especially when he didn't know the other intimately--"having adventures is all well and good, just be careful. A lot of these horses have hooves bigger than you." So saying he patted his stallion on the back, feeling the slight dampness of the horse-hair on his hand. Noss then went to leave the stables before he turned his head around and saw the silhouette of the lone girl in the pseudo-darkness of the stables. Sighing, he turned back around briefly. "If you ever come back here and the Marshall isn't here, I'll let you ride Taima, alright?" Such an offer was rare from the grey warrior--and uncharacteristic--but he felt bad for frightening the pup earlier and being so crass.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

Robin Aatte · 08-23-2011, 01:48 PM

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I knew Noss was a big softie really! XD And sorry for the wait on this, roleplay kind of slowed down cos I've been so busy in real life. I'm going to have her follow him for a little bit if that's ok? WC: 817

The male introduced himself and the little female relaxed a little more, he wouldn't give her his name if he were a baddie after all, no doubt he was just a very busy male who was being a bit short with her because he had so much to do. Her mommy could be like that sometimes too, sometimes Robin would follow her around asking a hundred questions a minute, asking her what she was doing, when she would come and play outside with her and Linden, when dinner was ready, when would she be allowed to carry a bow? Her mother would be pleasant for a while but would eventually tire of her and shoo her away, complaining that Robin was under her feet and getting in the way of her work, the little patchwork girl would eventually be coaxed into leaving and then she would go outside and play. She was quite happy playing on her own nowadays, she had gotten used to her parents being busy and her siblings not wanting to play, that was why she was making so much headway with her exploring, it was so much faster when she went alone, Felicity would not slow her down by getting distracted by a particularly pretty flower, Linden would not slow her down by suddenly tackling her in a mock attack, forcing her to retaliate and pin him, chewing on his ear until he admitted defeat. When she was on her own she managed to cross a lot more ground, at least when she was not in her Optime form, she was still very clumsy in it, sliding down hills and tripping over a lot, her scraped knee being evidence of that, but she supposed that when she was more used to it she would be able to walk a lot faster, taking longer strides than she could in her Lupus form. But until then she anticipated a few more bumps and scrapes, hopefully she would soon find her stride in this new stretched form.

The male's tone seemed to soften as he spoke, she looked up at him again as he gave her what seemed to be a much more friendly warning, she nodded as he spoke, it was true, the horses still all towered high above the little female at the moment, perhaps when she was taller they would be less dangerous, but for now she could bet that she would indeed be squahed under foot if she were not careful. It was nice to know that the male seemed to care for her welfare, then again it was his job she supposed, just as exploring was hers, he wouldn't want anyone to get hurt while he was working she supposed. But he seemed happy enough to let her explore and adventure and that brought a wide grin to the young girl's face, perhaps he was less grumpy than she had first thought, perhaps he understood more about the adventurous nature of pups than he had first seemed to.
“Yes sir, I will make sure I am careful, I don't want any of the horses to get hurt and I don't want to get hurt either.” She nodded as she spoke, agreeing with what he had said, smiling now, he was nicer than she had thought, he wanted her to keep safe, he most certainly wasn't a baddie after all.

And then the male said something that brought a huge grin to the patchwork girl's face, he was going to let her ride the large stallion he had just been taking care of. What a wonderful idea, she had been nagging her father to let her ride Drogon as soon as she was big enough, he had been slightly reluctant, wanting to keep her safe, saying that she was still too small at the moment, but now she was indeed big enough, she had two arms and two legs, she was sure that she would manage to ride ok now. And now this large grey male was offering to let her ride his horse, she felt very honoured to be allowed to ride Noss' own horse, she could not help but grin broadly at the male.
"Oh that would be wonderful! Oh yes please! You really mean it?" She asked suddenly, bouncing slightly from foot to foot with excitement. She followed him as he walked away, padding towards him, still bouncing rather excitedly. She was so inquisitive, full of excitement and curiosity, she could not help but want to follow him, to find out more about him now that he was a lot nicer than she had first thought, especially as he had said that she would be allowed to ride his horse sometime, this raised him very high in her estimation. She smiled as she followed him.
"How long have you been working with horses?" She asked as she followed him.

Noss · 08-25-2011, 04:27 PM

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That's perfectly ok! Maybe Robin can soften him up some more XD And I feel like my posts are so dismally short in comparison to yours >///<

At the very least the little girl seemed pleased--if not ecstatic--at his offer to ride Taima, which put Noss at ease to leaving her. "Wouldn't have offered if I didn't mean it." However...just as he was leaving, she began to follow him. He let it go for awhile, their footsteps intermingling in the quiet air, but, as he suspected, she soon began asking questions. The grey warrior had predicted this, in a way of sorts, but he didn't let it get to him the first time.

"My whole life," he answered gruffly, walking in his heavy strides back towards the Chien hotel. The girl amazingly kept in stride, though, despite her odd way of walking. She sure does stumble a lot... "My father raised me out of the saddle--it was our tribe's way, living with horses." Not to say that he would pursue it as a path choice. Alder obviously had that position marked to the T, and Noss was more of a...fighter type. As soon as he moved up in the pack ranks he was going to find a way to make himself useful to the pack to protect it; for now, he could only do what was bid of him and hunt. "How bout you? Father got you in a saddle yet?"

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

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Robin Aatte · 09-05-2011, 12:13 PM

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Sorry for the wait on this! And yes, Robin is determined to soften him up, also Noss being covered in chicks and puppies is hilarious by the way XD And don't worry about your post lengths, I like your posts, I am just a rambler XD

The little girl was overwhelmed with excitement, the idea that she might be allowed to ride the large stallion that Noss cared for. She could not help but grin at him as she walked with him, her rapidly wagging tail causing her to wobble as she walked, she was not used to this form yet, not at all, and it still came with wobbling off balance and suddenly stumbling over, that was of course how she had scraped her knee, the little wound was beginning to sting a lot now, she hoped her mother would be at home, she would always make things feel better, she would plant a kiss on the little scrape and it would instantly be a lot better, the healing properties of a mother's kiss were not to be sniffed at, they had incredible painkilling effects even if they did nothing to actually close the wound. She walked with the male, trotting along to keep up with his long strides, unable to wipe the grin from her cream lips, and although she was finding it difficult to keep up his pace, she was managing so far. He said that he wouldn't have offered if he hadn't meant it and the little female nodded, she supposed that this was true, though she knew sometimes wolves did one thing although they had dsaid another she often found that those in the pack were honest and followed through with their promises. This male seemed trustworthy enough afterall, though it had crossed her mind that he might have been promising her something just to get her to go away, her mother had done that in the past, promising that she would come and play in five minutes and then not coming out for such a long time, appeasing the small girl with her playful nature and all of her questions, giving herself time to do the work that she needed to before playing with her patchwork daughter. Perhaps this was what the male was doing, trying to send the girl away with promises and then not actually fulfilling them until much later on, perhaps when she was at a more bearable age for the male to cope with. Yes, she had been wondering if that would be the case, fobbing her off with promises until he was better able to cope with her, she was a rather loud and rambunctious creature after all, so full of questions, never still, always moving and bouncing around, although she was not aware of the problem herself, she supposed some might feel that she was a little too intense to be around. But this male seemed to be honest, he was guarenteeing her a ride on his horse, this idea delighted the little female. Her tail just wagging harder and harder as they walked.

The little female walked next to the male as he answered her questions, it seemed that he had not been born in the pack, this was a strange idea to the little female, she had known that her father had not been born in Cour Des Miracles, but had assumed that many that lived here had been, just as she was, perhaps she was wrong, perhaps wolves just came here from faraway lands, explorers and adventurers in their own right, before settling here and building a life and a home. Little did she know that her great grandmother was one such wanderer, if she knew her better perhaps she would have realised that she had gotten her wandering feet from her most likely, the stories she was missing out on were astounding. She nodded as the male spoke, craning her neck to look up at him properly.
"Were you not born here then? Where were you born? Did they have a stables like us?" The young patchwork girl asked, still bouncing along beside the male, stumbling every now and again, but managing now to fall over completely, regaining her balance each time with a few wobbling mismatched steps. She was so curious about this male, knowing that he must have travelled from a long way away; for everywhere was a long way away for the little female at the moment; meant that he must have many stories to tell, this excited the little female, the prospect of stories of adventures being swapped was always something that cheered her up, even when she was at her lowest and most sad. Today of course she was already overfilled with excitement, but that did not meant that there was no room for anymore, this little fae's capacity for being bouncy, filled with energy and rather too excited for her own good was endless it seemed. She smiled as she bounced along beside Noss, looking up at him from time to time, he asked about her father allowing her to ride and she shook her head vigorously.
"Oh no, he's not let me yet, he has been saying he will take me riding when I am big enough, but it hasn't been the right time yet, I suppose I am big enough now though, I have hands to hold the reins and everything! I cannot wait to be allowed to ride, I'm going to have my own horse actually, I have decided." The female replied, speaking very quickly, not an unusual thing for the patchwork girl. She was rather enjoying bouncing along with this male, even if he seemed gruff and grumpy on the outside she was sure that he had a softer side, buried somewhere deep down at the core and she was determined to get him to show it. If that meant that she had to follow him around then so be it, though perhaps he would not be so patient after a few hours of her traipsing after him, asking question after question, but she was certain that deep down he was actually enjoying the company, at least she hoped that he was. So she walked with him and waited for his response, she was ever so curious about him after all.

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