The Stables [midmorning-onwards]

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

Aravis had a horse. She knew there were several others who had horses, too -- she'd said good morning to those horses when she'd carefully gotten Trenor out -- but she felt hers was the best. Clearly.

So, Aravis, her pockets full of apples, was carefully walking Trenor around the yard, and had located a mounting block (plus there was a little bit of fencing she could climb up, if she needed) for later.

[ARAVIS WILL GIVE HORSIE RIDES. So, um, open. I go into heeeeeavy SP at 4 EST though.]

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"A gelding," Dinah repeated in tones of deep envy, having no idea either. "Can I pet him? Please? Does he like petting?"

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

Aravis nodded eagerly, tugging Trenor's head a little lower with the reins. "You can pet his neck or his nose! He looooooves being petted."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Thank you!" Dinah bounced up and down, thrilled to pieces, and waved her balloons, then carefully put them in her other hand so she could reach up and pet Trenor without bumping him in the nose with one. "Ooooo. He's sooooft. You're a good, good horsie," she told Trenor, staring at his eyes, totally in love. "You're so lucky," she told the other girl.

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"Where I come from," she told the other girl, "we have horses everywheres. Trenor's the best one though."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Oooooo. I wanna go there. Where are you from?" Dinah asked slowly stroking Trenor's nose. "Good Trenor. I have a kitty. But not a horsie. Mommy said there was no room at our house for a horsie."

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"My father's the lord of the province of Calabar," she said, almost getting it right. "I'm a Tarkpheena!" Again, almost right. "I don't have a kitty, but I have a dog. His name is Ata. He's big!"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"What's a tark-feeeena?" Dinah said, then said it again, 'cause it was fun. "Tark-feeeena. Ooo, you have a doggie, too? Lucky lucky duck. And I don't know Calabar. We just lives in Las Vegas. It's inna desert."

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"It means I'm a laaaaaaaaaaaady," Aravis said importantly. "And I gotta grow up and marry a very important man and maybe be a queen! And I'm from the desert too!"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Yay!" Dinah jumped up and down at this news, gleeful, then stopped, staring at Aravis. "You're gonna be a queen maybe? Noooo. Really? For reals? Are you a princess? Do you gots to curtsy? Like this?" Dinah tried to show off her curtsy, wobbling and losing a balloon as she tried.

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"I'm not a princess," she told her, shaking her head. "I told you, I'm a Tarknina!" Again, close. "I curtsy, though." She dipped a remarkably good, balanced formal curtsy, only wobbling a little bit.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Well, Dinah was totally impressed. "Ooooo. Can anybody be a Tark-nina? Feena?" However you said it, it was fun. "Or it's just 'cause your daddy's a lord person?"

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"I was born a Tarknina," she told her, nodding. "I mean, maybe you could be one if you married a Tarkaaaaaaaaaaaaaan like my brother. But he has to marry a important lady too."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Tarkaaaaaaan. Tark tark tark!" Dinah nodded seriously. "Like in the fairy tales. He could marry meta for Cinderella. Then everybody lives in the desert and rides horsies and curtsies!"

Somebody has a new game for the next hour or so.