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The Stables, Sunday Morning (09/23)
"Amō, amāre, amāvī, amātum. Vetō, vetāre, vetuī, vetitum. Iuvō, iuvāre, iūvī, iūtum...."
Beauty was currying Greatheart after their morning ride. She was also reciting her Latin grammar. This was something the big horse was used to, as he already probably knew more Greek than Beauty's old language tutor. Either he found the recitations calming, or he knew there'd be a bribe for him, in the form of an apple or three, at the end of it.
[ooc: Stables are open, post is open, especially if Beauty has already promised to introduce you to her horse. ETA: Also now posted in the correct place. Oops.]
Beauty was currying Greatheart after their morning ride. She was also reciting her Latin grammar. This was something the big horse was used to, as he already probably knew more Greek than Beauty's old language tutor. Either he found the recitations calming, or he knew there'd be a bribe for him, in the form of an apple or three, at the end of it.
[ooc: Stables are open, post is open, especially if Beauty has already promised to introduce you to her horse. ETA: Also now posted in the correct place. Oops.]

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"Yes, he his. His name is Greatheart." She noticed the apples and guessed that they were for Trenor, he being the only other horse around. "Are you a friend of Karal's?"
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or mod him too muchand proceeded over to get a look at the new horse. "Greatheart. It's perfect for him. Have you had him very long?" Charlie's fingers reached out longingly for the other horse, but stopped just short, and then she remembered the second apple. "Does he like apples?"no subject
Greatheart did, in fact, turn his head to see if the newcomer had any treats for him. "He loves apples, and he loves attention. I know his size can be intimidating, but he's very gentle."
[ooc: Just for reference, Greatheart is similar to a Percheron, over 18 hands, and dark gray.]
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She'd had asked more, but something about the way Charlie's voice altered when she spoke of her friend made Beauty hesitate. The question did draw a grin out of her, though. "It's only a nickname, actually, although you're the first person to ask me. Everyone else has assumed it's really my name. Although I did meet a girl named Anemone yesterday, so I suppose it shouldn't surprise me. My real name is Honour."
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She shrugged the apology off, and smiled. "I don't mind, I'm awful for asking too many questions myself. And it is an unusual name to have. I never really liked Honour, that's how I wound up with it. But I think Charlene is pretty, and so is Charlie. It's means 'free', you know."
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She leaned against the wall of the stable and smiled as Greatheart and Charlie made friends with each other. "I came from England, from the countryside. Although I honestly couldn't say how I wound up getting here. Magic, I suppose. Oh, and it appears from the past as well. About two hundred and fifty years ago. Have you been here for very long?"
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Not nearly as scary, granted. But definitely stranger.
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That, however, did not mean that Beauty didn't believe it existed.
[ooc: Must be off to bed. SP?]
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[fine by me! Night!]
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She had to admit that Charlie had a good point about the local stories, and she gave an uncertain shrug. "I suppose once upon a time, someone saw it? It's something of a local legend, now. The inn is even named after a griffin, I guess because of the belief that one lives there." Beauy thought about the ring she was wearing, made in the form of a griffin, and added, "Or else, I suppose it's possible that something else living there has just spread rumors to hide itself."
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"They say that forest is enchanted. No one goes into it, and no one drinks the water from the stream that comes out of it. We use wells instead. And there are no animals there. Not even birds, or squirrels."
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Beauty hesitated, and then added, "It really is enchanted. There's a sorceror who lives there. My father's met him. I think that he does something to the forest, and the animals keep away from fear."
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She was lost in thought for just a moment, and looked confused at Charlie's question. "Am I...? Oh! I, no, I wasn't scared. I stayed away from the forest as I was told to, but I never felt afraid of it. I still don't. It isn't even what lives inside it that scares me. It's the not knowing. Wondering what happened, and what kind of magic can create such a powerful enchantment, that lasts for so long that stories about it are passed down through families. And wondering what it wants."
Beauty shook her head, and laughed ruefully. "That sounds crazy, I know. Sometimes I think about things too much."
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Most people, she thought, were basically nice, but not really good subjects for stories.
With another thoughtful look at Charlie, Beauty pulled the ring off her finger and held it out. "I don't know any way you could go to Blue Hill and see the forest, but this came from inside it."
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She nodded at Charlie's questions. "It is a gryphon, yes. And it wasn't found, it was sent to me by way of my father, by creature who's under an enchantment and lives inside the forest." Grinning, she added, "That sounds like a fairy tale, doesn't it? But it's true."
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"Oh, wow. An enchantment? What kind? Can it be broken?" Charlie asked, fascinated. "And it does, yes! All it needs is an evil wizard or witch somewhere, and it's straight out of the movies."
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Beauty grinned. "Well, how do you think the enchantment got created?"
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"Ooooo." Charlie closed her eyes a second, picturing the forest in her mind's eye. Silent, still. With... "Gryphons. They're protecting something important in the center of the forest." She opened her eyes, voice lowering like she had a secret. "So important, but so secret, that they've even forgotten what it is. It's waiting for someone to..." She narrowed her eyes, and slowly said, "Find their way to the center. So it can find its way back out again."
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The 'she' was actually just a slip of the tongue. Although in a strange way, Beauty almost felt that maybe Charlie could tell her what was there.
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Even she had to admit to the deeply romantic flavor that a hero lost at sea lent to a story.
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