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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[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.