http://bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2009-01-06 10:31 am

The Stables, Tuesday Afternoon

When it became painfully clear that there were no servants to help him in caring for Arthur's horse, Merlin found himself down in the stables. Mucking out a stall.

Destiny owed him big for this.

"How does one horse produce that much?" He asked--well, he asked the horses there. Not that they could answer him, of course.

[[Open, of course!]]

[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com 2009-01-06 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
It also offered a jar of lemonade, unopened, from one hand.

"Then welcome to the island. Your horse?"

[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com 2009-01-06 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you want me to open it, I can. Considering your hands," he said with a nod, accepting the thank you quietly as he did.

"Arthur. The one with the sword?"

He walked around to see the other horse.

"You have a horse, then."

There was a smile to Merlin.

"Better than some."

[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com 2009-01-06 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not a friend, then?" he asked with a raise of one eyebrow.

[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com 2009-01-06 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can see that. They seem well full at the moment," and he leaned against a stable wall.

Then he offered his hand.

"Liir."

[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com 2009-01-06 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"A pleasure," and he meant it, since Merlin was nice enough.

"And if you'd like tea or food no one else made you make, you're welcome by my room. As long as you like dogs, at any rate."

He'd spent far too long working for someone else not to know how bloody annoying it was. It wasn't that he'd hold it against Arthur, because he wouldn't, but it certainly made him want to be kind to Merlin.

[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com 2009-01-06 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"There's always extra," he said with a short laugh, "as I like to cook more than I like to eat, so it's more a matter of making sure Makejoy doesn't become the size of a house."

He rolled one shoulder absently, looking around at the horses as he considered a 'ride' himself. He hadn't been out on the broom for a while; too cold.

But he was starting to itch for one.

"What are you taking, if you don't mind me asking?"

[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com 2009-01-06 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
He grinned.

"I suppose I didn't see you then, as I'm also in Professor Ghanima's class," and he bowed his head in apology. "It should be very interesting, really. She's very good at making people think, not that I need much help. Well, at doing it. I wouldn't say I do it well."

"...I've not had a class with the professor who does Care of Magical Creatures, though. Quite enough experience to last me a lifetime on that subject, really."
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[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com 2009-01-06 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
That got a genuine grin.

"So I've always thought," and he gave a quick nod as well.

"But if they had any manner of monkey, especially a flying one, I would end up banging my head against a wall. And I've been sniffed at by one too many Red Pfenixes to want to see another."

We will not even mention dragons.
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[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com 2009-01-06 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"I grew up with more Animals and animals than people," he said, "some magic, some not. Most of them going to see, well, my old employer."

[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com 2009-01-06 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
That just got a sigh.

"Explain the part you don't understand. I'm not particularly good at figuring people out."

[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com 2009-01-06 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Where I come from there are animals, dumb beasts, and Animals, creatures as intelligent as you or I with the power of speech. It's said they were given this gift by the Witch Kumbricia by some, by the faerie queen Lurline by others, but they're there all the same.

"Then there's things like red pfenixes, which are rather special. And, er, the flying monkeys. My, er, well..."

It was always hard to actually say it.

"My mother made them with magic. So they're a bit one of a kind. I grew up with them. So you see, quite well versed on magical animals, at least, as far as I'm concerned."

[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com 2009-01-06 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Very much like," he agreed. "Well, the Animals anyway. It's capitalized when they can speak."

The emphasis was slight but quiet audible.

[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com 2009-01-06 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"There was a Unicorn," he admitted, "though I haven't seen him for some time. And there is a Monkey every once in a while that shows up. Beyond that, though, I haven't seen any. But you never know who might come here."

He didn't want to think of the embarrassment should Brrr or Nick Chopper show their faces. Let alone the Scarecrow.