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Amy is out in the stables again. She's dragged a bale of hay to just outside her horse's stall, and is sitting on it, reading to the horse from a book of legends and fables from Phantasmorania.

She's hoping she'll find something that would be a good horse name, or that the horse will seem to like, but so far, the horse mostly seems interested in figuring out why Amy has decided to sit on her lunch.

"Don't you like any of these?" Amy asks, hopefully.

The horse sniffs what seems to be a negative.

Amy, with a sigh, starts the next story.

She'd probably quite like to be interrupted.

[ooc: ~~And the mun flees for dinner. Back later.~~Back.]

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The door to the stables opens, and a woman wanders in, tossing an apple between her hands, and singing to herself. She almost misses the other woman as she walks to the stall next to her, where a large black Pegasus is rather placidly munching at horsefeed.

Val blinks, then smiles. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you."

Amy looks up from the book with a smile. "You're not disturbing anything, really. I don't think she cares for the book."

She stands and brushes the hay off her skirt.

"I'm Amy."

"It's a shame. Books should be enjoyed. Well, unless they're boring." Val wipes a Pegasus-spitted hand on her skirt, then holding it out. "I'm Valentine. It's nice to meet you." She points at the Pegasus. "That's Solon."

Amy takes Valentine's hand with a smile. "It's lovely to meet you, and he's beautiful. Is he yours?"

"He is. I got him a little under a year ago." Solon bows his head to Amy, then shakes his mane and goes back to finding his oats more than interesting.

"I know I've seen you around, but I don't think I've actually introduced myself." Val smiles.

"I think I've seen you, too," she says, "but there are ever so many people here that I'm never quite sure."

A laugh. "The short introduction is that I'm from Phantasmoria, and Bound, and not dead."

Val chuckles. "I understand. I'm originally from Earth, but now sorta from a planet called Coruscant, and neither Bound nor dead, as much time as I spend here." She shrugs. "This place was home for a long time. It still is in a way."

"I can see how that would be," says Amy. "I've been here . . . heavens, almost seven months now, and I can't imagine what my life would be like if I hadn't found my way here.

"How did you wind up moving to a whole other planet, if I may ask? Is that sort of thing common in your time?"

"Sortof. My time has people who are going to live on other planets, however, switching takes quite a lot of time, energy, and planning." She pauses. "And, well, as strange as this sounds, I met my husband here. He's from a totally different universe than my own. I live in his 'verse now, so it's a planet that my home doesn't even know about." She turns pink, reaching out and petting Solon on the nose. "It's horribly confusing, and I don't even really understand it myself sometimes."

Amy nods. "I find that the best way to deal with this place is to not try to understand it all too much. It leads to headaches and such.

"Do you still go back to your home, at all?"

"I went back a few times at first, but everyone that I love has died. Travelling between planets in my time takes years, so when one gets where one is going, everyone that one left has died." She shrugs, apologetically. "It's, confusing. Anyway, all I had back home was my little brother. He comes here every so often, but we decided that it would probably be easier for both of us if I didn't come back much."

"I'm sorry," says Amy. "That sounds like it must be hard. But I'm glad you get to see your brother here."

"It's not as hard as it sounds, really. I really only was ever close to my brother. I don't mind starting over." She smiles, then shrugs. "Have you found anyone from your home here since you arrived?"

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kitchen_maid - 2006-02-21 22:21 (UTC) - Expand

Preston is out exploring "Scotland." It's cold where he is, now, so he has a coat. A cot that, alas, does not seem to be warm enough for "Scotland." He wanders into the stables to warm up. And to look at the horsies!

There are rather a lot of them.

"And then the old woman," Amy is saying, "decided that the elves . . ."

She trails off, and waves at the man. "Hello."

Old women? Elves? Whut? Preston turns in the direction of the odd comments and sees a rather pretty young woman talking to a horse. "Hi," he says, his eyebrows raised in shock, his mouth twitching with the makings of an amused smile. "What was that about elves and old women...?"

Amy laughs, holds up the book, and waves it a bit. "Legends and fables," she says. "I'm reading to my horse, but I don't think she's overly impressed."

Well, there goes the shock. Now he's just amused. "Oh. Maybe she'd enjoy a story where the horse was the hero."

"Maybe," she says, still laughing. "But I'm not sure I know any of those."

She stands up and brushes some of the hay off her skirt. "I'm Amy. Have you a horse here?"

He shakes his head. "Just coming in to warm up a little. My name's Preston."

"It's lovely to meet you, Preston," she says, with a slight curtsey. "And so long as you don't paint any of the horses, I can't imagine anyone would mind your using the stables to get warm."

"Paint the horses?"

"It only happened the one time," says Amy. "And it got taken care of without too much fuss."

"Why would somebody paint a horse?"

"She thought they were prettier that way," says Amy. "She's about three years old."