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Stables - Early evening

While it was getting colder outside as they seemed to be approaching Winter, Faramir found that the stables remained pleasantly warm. He'd found a comfortable spot in the hay inside Baru's stable. His notes and syllabus from his classes lay forgotten beside him as he'd turned to more pleasant literature. He was reading out loud to Baru while the horse chewed loudly on a carrot.

Then he went on with his reflections: "I thought that I was rich, with a flower that was unique in all the world; and all I had was a common rose. A common rose, and three volcanoes that come up to my knees--and one of them perhaps extinct forever . . . That doesn't make me a very great prince . . ."

And he lay down in the grass and cried.

It was then that the fox appeared.

"Good morning," said the fox.

"Good morning," the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.

This book was a little strange, but the drawings were endearing if you asked him.

[Open stables are open. And yes, Faramir is reading Le Petit Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry to his horse. IDK.]

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"Are you reading to your horse?" Because Maladicta, unlike some, couldn't read the OOC note.

Faramir startled as he had not heard her approach, either because Baru's chewing or because it was a vampire thing.

The surprised was quickly replaced by a warm smile as he saw who it was. "He makes for a rather captive audience," he told her. "Hullo, my lady."

Maladicta hummed, tossing one of the odd cookies she'd found outside over at him. "Is this another Elvish story?"

"It is not," he caught the cookie with a puzzled look. "It is a children's book from the library. Reading goes easier when you do it out loud. What is this?" he asked, holding the cookie up.

"They're falling from the sky," she replied, walking over to check out the book. Children's stories were serious business.

"Is someone throwing them?" he asked in confusion as he sniffed the cookie suspiciously. Then shrugged and dropped it and his book in his lap so he could clear up the scattered notes from beside him, creating space for her to sit.

"Unless they're in the clouds, I don't think so." Though, that was possible...

Once the spot was cleared, she took a seat.

"Or in those airplanes," he reasoned, holding out the book to her so she could see.

"...that holds more merit," she had to admit, looking it over. "Does this involve dancing on hot coals?"

Faramir was back to studying the cookie in confusion, uncertain if it could be trusted. It looked edible, but then it had fallen from the sky.

"Hot coals?" he asked, glancing up at her. "No, if it does I have not reached that part yet."

And then there was a horse head right in his vision as Baru showed interest in the cookie. "No," he chided softly, his hand closing around the cookie as he gently tried to push the horse away.

What kind of story didn't involve that?! "It doesn't smell poisoned," she replied helpfully. "Mostly like anise."

Most stories, honestly.

"I imagine that there are a many powerful men and women willing to take on your services for being able to make that distinction," he told her. Baru nosed his fist insistently, and Faramir sighed and open his hand to let the horse gobble up the cookie.

"That would imply that they trust the word of a vampire," Maladicta replied with the faintest beginning of a grin.

"And most people do not?" he guessed as he rubbed Baru's neck while he horse pushed against his shoulder.

That got a laugh as she settled back against the wall. "Too concerned that we're going for the throat."

"Their loss," Faramir decided. "You would make a rather skilled personal guard."

"Is that an offer, my lord?" she asked dryly.

He laughed softly, and Baru realising that there were no more cookies to get, moved over to nose Maladicta's shoulder instead.

"I am not important enough to warrant having a personal guard," he replied. "Neither do I think you would enjoy the task for very long."

Giving Baru a pat on the neck, she shook her head. "I'm sure it would be terribly dull."

Faramir nodded seriously, managing to keep a straight face as he spoke. "Especially when I would be fighting Orcs. It is rather boring."

"Orcs." She waved dismissively. "So droll. I'm sure it's no different from hunting... squirrels."

She didn't really have a good analogy there.

"Only a little," he said, raising an eyebrow at the comparison. "Sometimes there are Uruks or trolls. Or Men even."

The latter was said with some resignation and a frown at Baru who seemed to be enjoying the pats. "I believe my horse is trying to make me jealous."

"Your horse is insidious," Maladicta assured him, giving Baru a scratch behind the ear. "And let me guess... your trolls are different."

It wasn't her fault that one author played with the ideas of the other author...

Perhaps, that did not stop him from preferring she'd be scratching behind his ear. Judging from the way Baru's eyes were half closed, there was a chance he'd be falling asleep right there.

"I would not know as I have not met your trolls," he said. "Are they large and dim? And do they turn to stone in sunlight?"

"Close! They're stone all the time. Silica, I believe."

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