Orders & Flared Moods
FIRE MIXED WITH FIRE CREATES NOTHING MORE THEN ASH
BOLVERK THE BLACKSMITH
LADY SIOBHAN MACLEOD
[/color] Siobhan laughed as she recalled.[/ul]
BOLVERK THE BLACKSMITH[/color] He paused in his conversation and turned his head towards two male customers that entered.
"Good noon gentleman. Leave your orders with the lad, or take a look about the shop." [/ul]
ADALAIDE DE SAUVETERRE[/color] she specified in her heavy French accent, finally removing the hood from around her face, and dark hair puffing around her head like a storm cloud.[/ul]
SIR LUCIUS MACLEOD[/color] He boasted for his father's sake. Grinning, eyes turned to Siobhan and long legs quickly carried him around and toward her[/ul]
MORRIGAN[ STIRLING BOLVERK THE BLACKSMITH[/color] He spoke in a rich husky baritone towards her. A charming smile added to his words, before he walked towards the barrel and placed the glowing red long sword into the water. Steam rushed out as that long winded hiisssss gave it's call then silenced before Bolverk pulled out the now metal looking sword and placed it along the rock counter. The new young woman who entered would not be missed. Bolverk missed no one.
"Good noon young Lady. If you have a order, leave it with the lad there." He pointed to the 13 year old behind the stone counter.[/ul]
LADY SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/color] she teased. Eyes danced over his shoulder to see the girl there in the corner when Bolverk called out attention to her.
"Oh...there is your little friend." Her tone was a bit more wicked them nice. As if saying it in a insulted manner.[/ul]
ADALAIDE DE SAUVETERRE[/color] The woman's nose was as red as an apple. Ada wondered if she knew, and decided it was more diplomatic not to say anything. She smiled to Lucius.
"I would not go to just any smithy. I am certain the quality of blades here is not to be surpassed elsewhere. Also, make me wait on the street? What sort of heartless man are you? No, I think I will wait in here -- where is warmer, I ask?" She grinned, and shook her hair out of where it had gathered in her hood. Then she removed the cloak entirely and found a place out of the way to hang it, and leaned absently on a counter.
"No one minds, yes? I am not going to trip anyone, will not have to do a trade in skills, my new blade for burn treatment....? Speaking of the blade. Would it be possible to re-use the metal? It is good quality, just old. It was a gift from my mother, so it has some sentimental value." Knives were never gifts, of course -- they must always be traded for something. Ada had given her mother a basket full of cress gathered in the stream that morning in exchange for the little blade, and her mother had blooded it on the swell at the base of her thumb, so it knew its purpose. Ada had her fair share of odd memories, and it was a little sad that they all centered around this broken sickle blade that she had worn on a thong around her neck since she was a child.[/ul]
SIR LUCIUS MACLEOD[/color] He replied, somewhat coyly before brown eyes glanced over his shoulder. His little friend? Morrigan! Lucius flashed the woman a smile and turned back to Siobhan.
``Indeed, my fair lady.`` Leaning in, he kissed her forehead and while still holding Siobhan close, Lucius jutted his chin out quickly.
``Morrigan! Good day!`` Lucius greeted warmly, not yet understanding the strange tone of his wife[/ul]
MORRIGAN[ STIRLING[/color] She was just attempting to be diplomatic, being polite to Siobhan - though perhaps meek was on the sidelines for today, as earthen gaze met plainly with that of Lucius' wife. Just because she preferred a lack of confrontation didn't mean she was some weak little mouse who would allow herself to be walked all over. She was not a doormat. Moving up to the counter, she carefully set the stack of items atop it.
"Th' bridles be needin' new bits an' fittin's, an' sae dae th' reins. Alsae need a dozen 'orseshoes." She was glad this was the stable's order and not her own, she didn't doubt it would be expensive! With that done, she stepped back and tucked her hands up beneath her arms, actually deciding to remain a bit and moving closer to the small gathering. She didn't have to be back to the stables just yet, she could afford to socialize for a few minutes at the least.[/ul]
BOLVERK THE BLACKSMITH[/color] He asked and when the boy held the quill to the parchment, he picked up the item to look over it.
"I will see if I can simply reshape the metal to seal into any cracks and splits. If anything, I may have to add something close to it to make it more solid. I will have to charge you extra if we need to use other metal. You have my word I will try to simply reshape it first." Eyes carefully looked over it and felt around the edge to see how sharp it was. The other large male moved by his side and Bolverk passed the item to him so he could look over it as well.
"Give me two days Ada." The lad finished writing and pushed the parchment towards Ada to sign her name so her order was documented. Turning his attention towards the younger woman, he moved closer to the stone counter to see her items. The lad moved over as well to write everything she said down so Bolverk could look back on it. Once done, the parchment was passed towards her.
"Can you read and write? If so, look over this and make sure that is right, then sign please. If not, simply make your mark there." He pointed. It was not a insult, many people could not read and write, which was why he had symbols too. [/ul]
LADY SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/color] She said to simply be polite. One brow perked at the order the woman brought, before her attention was given to Lucius.
"You will hear no such stories about me. Only boys get into trouble."[/ul]
JEAN-CLAUDE D'AQUITAINE[/color] His voice soothed over the cold air, scolding his companion who was currently nursing a cold[/ul]
PEREGRINE INVERYNE-LAMONT[/color] The pirate teased, his boyish charm able to melt away those who stood frozen in their steps watching as Jean-Claude bid them with a smile, yeah..he thought it was eerie too. The pirate was a mess, his entire everything looked held together with string, and even on the most chilling of days his chest was exposed, covered only by a dark green cloak that was stained with deep woods, and the earth that held it all together.
"Or find a pretty little Honey to curl up to." He would instantly find the temptress whose devil ways surely put her in the plot for a good spanking.
"Fox." He said under his breath, able to look but never touch.
"Oh look, there is Ada too."[/ul]
JEAN-CLAUDE D'AQUITAINE ADALAIDE DE SAUVETERRE[/color] Ada said, giving a glance outside and shivering at the idea of having to walk even the short distance back to her shop. It was warm in here, almost hot, and it was the closest she had been to a comfortable temperature in far too long. She missed the mild winters in Paris. If windy, at least one knew what to expect. She moved forward to sign the bit of paper, reading over the work order and giving a nod.
"It is all right, whatever you must do. I have other blades in my shop to use, but this one is special, yes?" She put her name on the line and stepped back to allow Bolverk to see to the needs of Morrigan. Meanwhile, she noticed the arrival of Jean-Claude and Peregrine. Jean-Claude was looking his best, and Peregrine was summed up in her wry greeting,
"You look like hell. Have you been drinking that tea I gave you?" She truly felt for the shorter man. There was nothing quite like being that sick and still required to be on one's feet. Ada was very rarely so ill, but she had a far better memory than most credited her for. She lifted her gaze to study Jean-Claude's, but missing the note of jealousy, merely smiled a warm greeting.[/ul]
SIR LUCIUS MACLEOD[/color] Lucius replied smartly, before hearing the sound of others approaching. Glancing over his shoulder, Lucius noted Perry and another man he did not know. Oh no. Lucius turned to his wife. Perhaps now was time for him to take a page from Morrigan's book and find a corner to blend into the background[/ul]
MORRIGAN[ STIRLING LADY SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/color] Her hand rose to press fingers against the side of Lucius' mouth to grab his face for a moment before releasing it. Morrigan was no longer a bother because another had stepped into the shop. Siobhan leaned over a bit to look around Lucius' slightly taller frame and frowned hard. What the hell was he doing here? Siobhan grumbled as she saw Peregrine. If she were not such a lady, she would grab the closet thing and throw it at him. Something about that man just got under her damn skin. Like a tick. Her lips even held a snarl, before she tried to wipe the expression off her face and looked to Lucius. Oh he knew.
"Makes my lessons seem more fun every moment that passes. Speaking of which, are you not going to go with my father later on? If so, I may simply stay here." She liked it here with all the swords and daggers. She even pondered touching one when no one was looking.[/ul]
BOLVERK THE BLACKSMITH[/color] Dark eyes turned to the younger woman before he looked over her signature.
"Thank you lady Morrigan. I shall do the same for you as well. Is there a time limit on when these things are needed at the stables?" The arrival of the two gentleman had Bolverk awaited Morrigan's answer before he could greet them. Much like he had done to Morrigan, he looked over both men and took in their features or characteristics.
"Good noon gentleman. Here for orders or simply to browse?" If Bolverk noted any tension from the other corner, he did not seem to make any gestures about it. [/ul]
JEAN-CLAUDE D'AQUITAINE[/color] He struggled for a name, until his pirate friend was caught in his coughs.[/ul]
PEREGRINE INVERYNE-LAMONT[/color] *cough cough* Truly he was sick, and between his fits inside his chest he would motion around introducing his companion,
"Bolverk. Siobhan. Morrigan. and Ada." To which he knew Jean knew very well, they were nearly all on the same page, and if she played her cards right Ada could perhaps bag any fella here.
"Jean-Claude." He motioned to the taller man with his poor introductions, before supporting his hands to his knees to try and gather himself.
"Fever is gone. Just this cough." He spoke with a strain as he hung his head to correct his breathing, and raising his face with a grin to Ada,
"Put it my whiskey, a tea right? Had one somewhere on a Long Island."[/ul]
JEAN-CLAUDE D'AQUITAINE[/color] He spoke with pleasant formal manners as a gloved hand came to touch the pirate's back in hopes to soothe him.
"Siobhan.." He repeated, with a delicate air to the tone, as he pulled the name from his memory.
"I have heard of your marriage then, and I give my congratulations..to the both of you, Lucius." He heard about it from a very drunk pirate one night, but that part could be left out. [/ul]
ADALAIDE DE SAUVETERRE[/color] Then she switched backs to rub and let her hand remain on Jean-Claude's for a moment. Then she left and went to scout out items on the wall. She didn't need anything, but she envisioned a dark, cold night when a mean man charged into her shop and Marcelline might have taken ill that day, leaving Ada to defend the cash box by her lonesome. Natural charms failing to work, she could reach under the counter and stab someone. Mm. Like anyone would rob an apothecary. She knew what her cash box held and it certainly wasn't worth the cost of something currently hanging off the wall. She blinked and turned back to the others.[/ul]
SIR LUCIUS MACLEOD[/color] He said in response to his cleverness. Lucius was hoping that Siobhan would not notice Perry, but leave it to his keen wife to do just the opposite. Oh dear. Every expression that passed upon his wife's face was not missed by his dark eyes. Oh, he knew all right; well enough.
``I do not think your father has need of me today. I accompanied him earlier in his meets and errands. Stay here so you can listen to more of my embarrassing stories?`` Lucius asked with a light grin before his attention was stolen by Perry and his introductions...or simplified introductions. Eyes went to the ceiling and he inwardly sighed. Perry was digging himself into a deeper whole, ill or not. Sighing softly, his hand remained around the waist of Siobhan as eyes lowered to Jean-Claude. Lucius dipped his chin politely to the man in greeting.
``Thank you, my lord.`` He replied to the man's well wishes of their recent marriage. Three...two...one[/ul]
MORRIGAN[ STIRLING[/color] It was slow with the cold weather, not many people wanted to go out, this was the perfect time to allow the smithy a certain amount of leeway. The head groom seemed to trust his work and that he wouldn't take forever, so that was good enough for the lass. Who suddenly found herself devoid of her Ada shield. Head turned quickly from left to right, looking for someone or something to hide behind. She didn't want to get near Pere - not just because he was sick, but because she didn't trust him, no matter how many layers of clothing she was wearing! She didn't know Lucius well enough, and on top of that, Siobhan was scary. Time for Plan B, which consisted of edging her way towards a wall and pressing flat against it. Maybe she could work her way towards the door. She should totally have her own spy theme, break it down Mission Impossible style.[/ul]
LADY SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/color] Eyes passed between both men and narrowed.
"And my proper title is Lady MacLeod. We are not on informal terms." She said with firmness in her tone. At least she had gotten rid of her flaring by now as it faded away. Her chin rose a bit higher, for she knew her position in these lands. Her attention went to Lucius and his words which were not lost. As if night and day, she smiled.
"Yes and you can be here to deny them then. Maybe...a lesson out back?" She asked in a more quiet tone. He had promised to teach her how to hold a sword. Siobhan would not forget. [/ul]
BOLVERK THE BLACKSMITH[/color] Bolverk grabbed the items and pulled them from the counter to place them in a wickered basket with her signed paper. When he turned back, he noted the interaction between Siobhan and the men. A frown etched his features. Lucius' wife was a handful. Even to Bolverk's mind. When eyes turned back to the young woman, he arched a brow. Why ws she so far against the wall like that? Like a curious animal that he was, Bolverk's head tilted to the side a bit as he studied her. What a strange little woman...[/ul]
JEAN-CLAUDE D'AQUITAINE[/i]..A mouth full I know, but having both attended
Université de Paris, with an extension in Oxford, I have earned the title."[/color] Booyah. Jean's feathers were ruffled a little as he was fed from a silver spoon nearly his entire life, clans and other Scottish laws though respected, did not justify poor manners.
"Lady McLeod." Damn it, Peregrine was the a-hole! Though he found himself always taking the brunt of the fool's stupidity, yet he was a loyal man. Somewhere along the lines of their friendship Pere must have done something right, for he was often criticized for being by the pirate's side. A silk glove came to touch gather Ada's hand as he took offense too easy he felt. He had forgotten how headstrong Scottish women could be. He was spoiled.
"But all the wishes of a happy marriage, and as a gift if you are in need of anything, my doors are always open." His smile was false, pulled over like a mask, it made him all the more eerie.[/ul]
PEREGRINE INVERYNE-LAMONT[/color] His voice was a bit quieter, not his outgoing charming self.
"I should have shown more respect." He covered for both Jean and his own.
"Jean-Claude, this is the Lord and Lady MacLeod, and Monsieur Bolverk the Smith. A skilled one at that, and we were just coming to see you." He widened his eyes silently to Bolverk as if begging for help to perhaps soothe the tension.
"Oh look! Lady Morrigan!" Run! Closing the distance quickly between him and the little lady he would scoop her up.
"Miss me?" [/ul]
ADALAIDE DE SAUVETERRE[/color] Nobles were touchy people, she noticed. Downright prickly sometimes. Ada could masquerade as a queen, if she so desired, but it was never expected of a woman who now rolled her shawl around both hands and wore it like a muff, revealing just how low that bodice was. However, only possessing a few gowns, she didn't exactly have winter-weather approved attire, nor any desire to procure more. She had plenty of shawls, and the best company was always found attempting to roast themselves warmer by the roaring fire.
"Have you any holiday plans, Master Bolverk? Morrigan here is going to Eohmark. I could not imagine traveling in such cold. Unless it is to some place warm." She winked and turned her attention back to the others. It was the height of amusement to hear Jean-Claude's retort. He was usually such a mild-mannered madman...[/ul]
SIR LUCIUS MACLEOD[/color] It was best to not make enemies, and if Jean-Claude had a library or books, Lucius was silently interested; a lover of books through and through. Lucius, personally, was still adjusting to the title of 'lord' and 'sir' because it had been so new; one day it would become the familiar, just like the adopted surname of MacLeod. Brown eyes glanced to his wife.
``Now would be an opportune time...while your father and his company are busy for the day.`` Leaning over, he kissed her cheek, but eyes glanced to Ada. Oh dear. The MacLeods were proud people, as he learned, and out of respect, proper address was something many people took comfort to; that was a way of life and Lucius was taught to respect it and be cordially just in case; no one wanted an insulted lord upon their hands.
``Informalities are quite the formalities between friends and the well acquainted. Best wishes are taken with the best intentions, and we both thank you for them. You are right, though, we are not in a castle, but still manners are manners and it is a blessing that peers of all types may come together and speak freely.`` The division between classes was lessening, perhaps the reason why someone like him could become what he was today; Lucius was every thankful for it. Lucius flashed Ada a smile before returning his gaze to his wife and kissed her cheek.
``Shall we take the opportunity now for your private lesson?`` Change the subject for God's sake[/ul]
MORRIGAN[ STIRLING[/color] What was this? Was her tone.. teasing? Shock! Amazement! The shy stablehand could be playful. Stranger things had happened, surely.
LADY SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/i] it is."[/color] Of course, when Siobhan said it, it did not flow as beautifully as his own words had. A great deal of her Scottish accent flowed from her mouth, despite how proper she had sounded moments before with words she knew well enough. While she did not understand fully what he spoke on, she did have enough sense to respect it. Eyes darted to Peregrin to see his attitude change. That...had her interest. Eyes went back towards Jean- Claude again then to Peregrin.
"Thank you for the introductions." Siobhan said in a much kinder tone. No faslehood, for if respect was given, she would give back. Attention went to the other woman Morrigan, but Siobhan's was stolen by the Lady Ada. At first, Siobhan was going to explain, but the last comment made her teeth grit and her eyes narrow. Was that a hidden insult? That horses ass of a woman. Siobhan growled softly as Lucius spoke to the woman and explained. Siobhan was fine with letting her husband deal with it. For now. She said nothing to the woman but stared her down.[/ul]
BOLVERK THE BLACKSMITH[/color] Eyes danced towards his son and his wife for a moment. [/ul]
LADY SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/color] Siobhan's fist clenched and she literally walked into Lucius to push him out of the way and confront Ada much closer. Before she could get around her young husband, Lucius was quick to grab her arms and stop her.[/ul]
BOLVERK THE BLACKSMITH[/color] in a silent way of telling him to control his wife. [/ul]
PEREGRINE INVERYNE-LAMONT[/color] Or so he was dubbed at the joust.
"Eater of Virgins." He wiggled his brows at Morrigan and let her down with a chuckle, soon followed by a cough--covered by his sleeve.
"No.. no..fire..Even I'm not that cruel." Bending over once again to catch his breath he watched as Siobhan clenched her first, her eyes deathly on Ada. This was not going to go over well at all! He would take her head, and Jean her vital organs. Ada was one loved duck in these parts, as shady as they were. Dealings with the devil, had Ada's back covered by men far too evil to let her die. Was a horrible mistake indeed. Bolverk was very wise, and so too was Lucius. Ada however...wasn't one with a smart mouth, nor was a fighter much at all--surely she had not meant to upset the fox. Coming up behind Ada he would stand just off to her shoulder, his hands to his pockets watching Lucius hold back his wife over Ada's shoulder, a silent sobering dark look nearly daring her to continue. [/ul]
JEAN-CLAUDE D'AQUITAINE[/i]"[/color] Jean-Claude would call out to Ada, his eyes critiquing her like a father would, scolding at her to keep her cool just as Lucius would his own. He would shake his head with a wave of his gloved hand and then soon extending it palm open as if to call her back.
"Please." There was to be no fights today, not with the weather and his legs hurting as they did--he did not even have his cane.
"Bolverk, I am in need of a few fine needles. Very thin, and a few with a hallow center..if possible." Not doubting the man, just knowing he was busy.
"I shall pay extra to have them rushed, and not of Iron perhaps of something a bit more..practical." Less barbaric, as he suddenly felt himself. His primal urges to cut down any who even dare look at his beloved wrong..However, he simply was a man of his mind, not his blade..and frankly, he knew Lucius could take him in a heartbeat. If his rumors were true, but he did not wish to test them today..or ever. [/ul]
JEAN-CLAUDE D'AQUITAINE[/i]"[/color] Jean-Claude would call out to Ada, his eyes critiquing her like a father would, scolding at her to keep her cool just as Lucius would his own. He would shake his head with a wave of his gloved hand and then soon extending it palm open as if to call her back.
"Please." There was to be no fights today, not with the weather and his legs hurting as they did--he did not even have his cane.
"Bolverk, I am in need of a few fine needles. Very thin, and a few with a hollow center..if possible." Not doubting the man, just knowing he was busy.
"I shall pay extra to have them rushed, and not of Iron perhaps of something a bit more..practical." Less barbaric, as he suddenly felt himself. His primal urges to cut down any who even dare look at his beloved wrong..However, he simply was a man of his mind, not his blade..and frankly, he knew Lucius could take him in a heartbeat. If his rumors were true, but he did not wish to test them today..or ever. [/ul]
ADALAIDE DE SAUVETERRE[/color] Nor was Ada fool enough to provoke someone with a temper, even on her worst days, though that seems to be what she had just done. She did fault their hearing, though. She was confident she hadn't said anything too profoundly offensive to inspire such horrid manners from a supposed lady.
"The reputation of Scots is a fierce and noble one, but not one necessarily known for mild exchanges of pleasantries in a smith's shop. Pardon." With a slightly warmer smile, she turned away from Siobhan and met Bolverk's gaze. My, how freely people here admitted to heresy! She liked it!
"That is too bad. Even old men need a day off to stop and enjoy the season." Enjoy, pah. She hated the cold. [/ul]
SIR LUCIUS MACLEOD[/color] He countered, and wrapped his arm around Siobhan's shoulders. The other dipped down to hook under the back of her knees and as a lady should be, swept from her feet. Artfully--and with some measure of pride preservation--he removed Siobhan before more fuel could be fed to the fire. Long legs swiftly carried him outside and through the backdoor to the yard behind the blacksmith's shop. The cold air hit his frame, but Lucius seemed not to mind as he sat Siobhan down and kissed her quickly on the lips.
``I shall teach you how to wield a sword...and prove the fierce strength of the MacLeods.`` He smiled partly.[/ul]
MORRIGAN[ STIRLING[/color] Blatant lie! But he didn't need to know that. Of course the flush that came to cheeks was probably a good indication that she was lying through her teeth. Set down, she lightly patted Pere's back, concerned by his cough.. only to blink and look utterly confused when there was suddenly tension out the wazoo and... Wait a flaming minute, what in the name of all things shiny was going on here! Her brow furrowed as she stood there, silently observing as Siobhan seemed ready to hit Ada. That made the girl - who normally appeared emotionless, or otherwise, generally in a good mood - assume an expression of immense displeasure, the frown that curled her lips as they pressed into a thin line a clear indication. Ada was her friend. Ada gave her mushrooms. Glove-covered hands coiled into fists -- and then it was Lucius to the rescue. She watched him carry his wife off before relaxing, and looking around the room. Hrm.. the atmosphere was still a bit heavy... Quick! Lighten the mood! ..But how?
"..Quack!" Oh good grief the best you could come up with was a random duck sound? Commence innocently confused expression: What was that? Who, me? Nooo, of course not! What're you talking about, crazy people?[/ul]
BOLVERK THE BLACKSMITH[/color] He looked to Ada, giving a soft smile at her comment before his attention was given to Jean Claude. A holiday indeed. For what purpose any way? He could have a dinner any time with friends and family. They simply made little sense to him. Distraction came in the form of the other woman....was that a quack? Bolverk did his very best to not make a facial expression at it and go on with business. He placed the parchment in front of Jean claude to sign.[/ul]
LADY SIOBHAN MACLEOD[/color] She reached for him again and yanked his face towards her own by the collar of his tunic so she could get herself another reward of a kiss. Selfish and greedy, she took them and was done.
"What do we start with?" Soon, her disgruntle attitude would be replaced with excitement.[/ul]
PEREGRINE INVERYNE-LAMONT[/color] He teased, taking a deep inhale of the pure scent of her, and how much the heated blood beneath her made the spices come to life all the more. She was intoxicating. Dark eyes followed to his companion who was laughing, a small bit of laughter.[/ul]
JEAN-CLAUDE D'AQUITAINE[/color] He corrected himself with a smile to his minx,
"Mon chatte..Let us go home?" The hour was late and he knew Julian would still be busy.
"Peregrine. Come along." Kept him out of trouble too.[/ul]
PEREGRINE INVERYNE-LAMONT[/color] He wiggled his brows again, as she would know his meaning. [/ul]
ADALAIDE DE SAUVETERRE[/color] she said, sounding almost as chipper and out of place as the quack.
"Of course Morrigan is invited. I am hungry, and we have plenty of wine and food to share." Though none of it was meat. She hadn't heard any complaints yet about her cooking, but most likely, they had all been too polite to say anything to her face! Vegetarian cassoulets, porridge for breakfast, and endless supplies of pickled vegetables and preserved fruits. And bread. It was no wonder Ada was as curvy as she was with a diet so rich in bread.
"Mm. Food." she might have muttered, but her face was buried in Jean's arm and she held the other out to collect either Pere or Morrigan, whoever grabbed first.
"Good day Bolverk." [/ul]
SIR LUCIUS MACLEOD[/color] He whispered.
``Wooden swords...but since we don't have those..a scabbard will do..`` Let the lessons begin[/ul]
MORRIGAN[ STIRLING[/color] Yet again did she blush, and tug the collar of her coat up to hide that flush of cheeks, as well as guard against the cold outside.
"Good eve tae ye, sirrah." Said with a quick nod to Bolverk, before she turned to follow Ada and the others. She really should get back to the stable, but she felt like being bad. She was going to play hookey. She didn't live much, let the ducky have her fun! Totally grabbed Ada's hand, by the way.[/ul]
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