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Post by greg on Oct 17, 2010 18:12:03 GMT -5
Gregory: The Proprietor of the Dancing Mare.  [/color][/size][/b][/center] It was late, and Greg was sitting at his bar, polishing it away. He could hear the soft music of his wife singing in the background. It was an Irish sea chanty. She was a wonderful singer, and ever better wife. Lynda was one of those few things that have kept him sane. Greg was glowering at the few guest he had left when his beautiful wife came sauntering out of the kitchen, drying her hands off on a small towel that she had. Her long red hair was unbound, and came tumbling down to her hips. She smiled at her glowering husband. “Greg, I've finish cleaning the Kitchen. Go in, and have your dinner. You need to eat you know.” She said, her voice harmonious, musically lithe. “And stop my glowering my love, or it might stay that way.” She added, her smile was very mischievous. She smiled at him as she tried to push him off his stool. “Shoo, I'll hand any customers.” She said, her face trying to be serious, but she failed. Then Greg heard the front door, open, and looked up to see who was the new guest, about to walk over to them. But then Lynda stepped in front of his way, her smile had taken a slightly mocking look, "Go eat, Gregory,” She said using his full name. “I'll deal with the guests. Shoo shoo.” Said said trying to wave him off into the kitchen like a naughty child. “An eye for an eye. My debt has yet to be repaid.” [/color][/center][/b] Location:[/b] The Dancing Mare, Evening, around 8 o'clockish. Outfit:[/b] Greg, LyndaTag:[/b] Open! Notes:[/b] Wow, that took me forever to get any ideas down. But as it said, you entered, or you could have been already there, up too you. Please PM if anything needs to be clarified. Credits:[/b] All coding to me, Myval![/color] |
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Post by tam on Oct 17, 2010 22:27:19 GMT -5
…do I wish to end my dreaming
should I go while I’m still standing
my hands encircling
my stolen flute
or should I set a new tune weaving…
The problem with a town so small was that everyone knew if you were a stranger. And they distrusted you for being a stranger. Which was annoying enough if you were innocent, but it you were in fact a theif it made you life very difficult. It forced you to be honest for once in your life and leave as soon as you could.
This was how it was for Tam Piper.
She had spent the day in Willowdale, not picking pockets as she had hoped but playing her flute on a street corner. She was wonderfuly good and people had listened but they had not given much money. Tam supposed that Willowdale was not rich. She had enough to buy food. She had enough for a room, if she wished... but she might just find a roof to sleep on instead, and save that coin.
Tomorrow she would make for Camelot. Bigger city and better luck.
Tam pushed her way into an Inn named The House of the Dancing Mare. Pretty name. As always she was dressed in boy's disguise and though obviously a traveler, she carried no pack. Everything she needed was hidden in the thousand pockets of her cloak.
Tam's quick eyes took in the Innkeeper and his lady, the handful of other guests. She took quick steps to the bar.
"Bright evening sir, mistress." she addressed them lightly. "How much for dinner? I'd go for the cheapest, long as it aint liver!" Tam gave an infectious grin. She hated liver with all her childish heart.
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Post by greg on Oct 29, 2010 20:13:25 GMT -5
Gregory: The Proprietor of the Dancing Mare.
[/size][/b][/center] Lynda smiled at the new guest, “Not a big fan of Liver are you Young sir?" She said, addressing the new comer as she saw them, a boy. “ Don't worry, I don't like it that much either.” She said winking, her charming personality showing threw. Her red hair whipped as she spun around yelling at her husband who had finally been pushed into the kitchen. “Gregory, Can you bring me out a bowl of Stew, and a chuck of bread? We have a guest here.” She said, her voice teasing. She turned around to face the young boy. “The stew tonight is beef, I'm sure my husband will be willing to bring you some. If he isn't, well then he can fancy sleeping with the Horses tonight.” She said, her voice reverberating into a laughter. She smiled at the young man, “The meal would be 3 silver. Drinks will be extra. We also have milk, if you would wish, but that like the other Drinks is extra.” She gave the normally price for the food. Then she noticed the flute container on the young guest. “Hey where you that musician that was playing in the square earlier?” She asked curiously. “An eye for an eye. My debt has yet to be repaid.” [/color][/center][/b] Outfit:[/b] Greg, LyndaTag:[/b] Tam Notes:[/b] So sorry it took so long. Credits:[/b] All coding to me, Myval![/color] |
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Post by tam on Oct 30, 2010 3:28:47 GMT -5
...do I wish to end my dreaming
should I go while I’m still standing
my hands encirclingmy stolen flute
or should I set a new tune weaving…
Tam blinked at the lady, amused by the way she seemed to order the man about. Often, it was the other way around.
"Sounds good to me, ma'am," she said, meaning the stew and tossing the coins needed onto the bar. But when the lady suggested milk, Tam's eyes narrowed. Was she teasing? Tam knew she looked younger than her seventeen years... people often teased her in taverns by offering her milk.
"I will have barley mead," she said carefully and added another coin.
And then suddenly she was grinning again. She placed her flute on the bar.
"Aye... t'was me. Did you like it?" her eyes danced.
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