fandomtownies | Sunday Afternoon

*DEATH, riding Binky and dressed in Homecoming Queen outfit, complete with wig and streamers, gallops up along side Deirdre*

I am so glad to see you! *smiles huge*

I am getting away for a bit, would you like to join me? I have lunch.

That is a very good question. I am going to find a dress for Homecoming. And what I want is not here in this Shadow, so I am taking a quick jaunt out to see what I can find. It shouldn't take very long and I am betting that Binky is a very experienced horse when it comes to envorinmental instability. *she looks at DEATH and raises an eyebrow.* It might be an adventure, or it could be a walk in the park. *laughs* No pun intended. I really do plan to be back by evening and not to run into any hostility, really. *smiles, relaxed and happy to be doing something that is, to her, normal for the first time in weeks.*

*DEATH grins, which, really, is all he ever does.*

*DEATH pauses, as if considering something for the first time*

I believe it is considered a formal affair. And where we are headed, all coin is taken and I have plenty of gold to go around. Perhaps we will find you a ... well, suit? robe? What is consedered formal on the Disc? And what would you like? I think that whatever we find it can't be stranger than whatever else passes for normal in our new home. *smiles*

*DEATH straightens on Binky's, seeming almost proud of himself.

((ooc intarweb ate my response, grrrr))

I am glad you liked the gift. *blushes*

*as you ride farther away from town you notice that the landscape is changing, as is the appearance of your companion. She looks more like the woman she is rather than the teenager she masquerades as in school. She doesn't look older than mid-thirties in normal human years, except for her eyes, which seem to have a faraway and ancient look in them. She smiles at you again*

I would take you to that Shadow where the silverthornes come from, but it is rather full of strife at the moment, it is also where my horse comes from. Maybe when Father gives me the all clear I can go there again myself. For now, Ghostwheel brings me things I need. But I am not trusting a living computer to do my dress shopping. That is why I am sneaking out on a Ride to get it myself.

*the landscape starts to change faster, every hill you top seems to lead to a different climate, different season, different set of native flora and the fauna is sometimes strange. None of the inhabitants seem to notice your passage though.*

If I am going too fast, please say something. I am not going quite fast enough for a HellRide, but it is a bit faster than I would go with ... mortals, so if it is too much please feel free to say so.

*she looks at you in question*

Hard to say where, or when, we are. The physics of Shadow are maleable, and we who walk it create it as we go. Unfortunatly it is not as simple as opening a door and going, we have to bring in each of the elements that we seek in order to get to our destination. For instance, the sky is the correct sky, but the land is still far from where I seek, and I may have to lose the sky to gain the sea for a time and then bring them back together. And while it is true that Ghost could just take me wherever I wantto go, I also think that he is reporting directly to Father and I don't feel like dealing with that whole conversation. SO I am going the old fashioned way, I am Riding.

*as she talks, the sky darkens and then lightens, the sun moving back and forth through day into evening and back again, and then you are aware of the sound of the sea in the distance.*

Oh good, I have the sea and sky, now for the plain.

*she smiles as the hills steepen a bit and then level off some, you crest the next hill and see a valley below you. There appears to be a fair or trade gathering. Tents and colourful banners and many voices can be seen adn heard over the plain. Deirdre slows her mare to a walk and smiles.*

Here we can find just about everything we ever might want to find, in a retail sort of way. Well, no industrial technology of course, but many other wonders, certainly.

Will you tell me about Hogswatch? Is this a celebration of some kind in your Disc?

*DEATH watches the scenery with interest*

Pattern is exactly at the center of all things in Shadow, and out of it. It is the Pattern that gives my family the power to manipulate Shadow, and it is the Pattern that often causes friction in my Family. Enough about them already. *smiles again*

So this Hogsfather, he had your job first, or before you? So really he, and by extension I suppose you, are *thinks* manifestations of human expectation?

Aren't we all ideas made real by belief though, in the end?

I don't know what has made me so philosophical today. ~~couldn't be resuming my true form after hiding it away, no~~

Shall we stop for some lunch and let the horses rest before the shopping commences? Nothing growing here will harm our companions, and there should be a small spring over this way for water.

*she nods toward some trees, not far off the path*

*DEATH's grin seems to show fondness, if such a thing were possible*

*DEATH turns Binky towards the indicated direction*

I am not sure what is in the basket, and it may have changed some on the Ride, so it is hard to tell.

*at the spring Deirdre lets the HellMare drink and slides off the horse. She unties the saddlebags and opens them. She spreads out a blanket, kneels on it and starts sitting out containers*

There is a lot of beef looking sandwiches and *opens some containers* salad, salad, something that looks like... pickles? More salad. And cheese. And bread. Something golden and spicy scented. Some more sandwiches, ham maybe. A container of ... Cream? Oh, and strawberries. That must go with the cream. And wine. And *opens a jug* some kind of *sniffs* wow, that is hard cider.

*when she has everything piled on a blanket she finally finds the plates and silverware.*

What did Cook think, that I was taking an Army on picnic? There are three kinds of dessert here, not counting the berries and cream.

I hope something on this blanket appeals?

*Deirdre looks up at you*

*then blushes because she realized how that sounds*

((ooc, really, I was rereading this and realized how very much like a come on that came out as, and I hadn't intended it. My friends in real life call this my job hazzard, ha. ))

*DEATH spots the curry and picks it up, examining it closely. He dips a bony finger in it and seems to taste it, which is strange since, really, DEATH has no taste buds. He seems pleased*

*DEATH feeds a strawberry to Binky and Deirdre's mare, scratching her gently on the forehead*

That would be fine. Wine is best shared, I find.

*smiles as she watches the horses eat from DEATH's hand.*

*she finds some cold fried chicken in one of the packets and eats happily.*

I think the Chef at school is certainly... creative, in any case.

Mortals are complex, and in so short a time as well, I suppose that there is an unconscious desire to pack as much as possible into a finite existence.

*DEATH materializes a pair of goblets, made of black , irridescent material with a beautiful, if morbid, bone and vine design. He pours some of the wine into each, and hands one to Deirdre*

Yes, this is another Shadow. It is just outside of a trade route of sorts, you might call it a convergence of Shadow. This close to Amber the Shadows tend to be a bit more fluid, able to cross over each other more easily, and so here is where several traders from various places come to trade goods and information and like that.

*she takes the goblet*
Oh this is beautiful.
*and holds it up to toast*

Shall we drink to existence, whatever it may mean? And kittens. And afternoons for horseback riding. Stop me, I am babbling again. *she smiles*

((OOC: omg, I SOOOO want Dibbler to sell his wares in town. Jay and SilentBob need the fun, don't you think! Not to mention Lenny and Mike, if they ever come back again.))

*DEATH raises his goblet to Deirdre's*

*DEATH, despite his permenant grin, gives the impression of smiling. And, if possible, seems to be lounging in the grass.*

You are fine company as well. *she takes a long swallow of wine*

So how did you come by a granddaughter? Were you once mortal and had a family before this incarnation?

*realizes that may be a totally impertinent question*

You don't have to answer of course, if that is too personal.

*blushes. again*

((oh, I am telling you, that would be damn funny))

*DEATH drinks, which, as always, is a strange site, and appears to be enjoying his curry greatly.*

Family is family, that is true enough. *smiles, thinking of her family, the ones she likes anyway*

*has eaten her horses weight in roast beef sandwiches and cold chicken and salads by now*

Are you ready for dessert? There is chocolate cake, some flavour of cheescake, some fruit, berries and cream of course, and I think I saw something that looked like rhubarb crisp.

*picks up the wine to refill the goblets, holds the bottle over DEATH's cup, raises and eyebrow to question if she should pour*

((omg, the nausea! and the funny! Spider would have no problem wiping the floor with poor Dibbler. I always like Dibbler, but wouldn't buy his goods, no matter what. But then, I love the Disc. *sigh* Dorfl and Detritus and Vimes, oh my!))

((OOC: I'm feeling really sick and its getting late, so I'm assuming work ate your brain. We need to finish this up though, sometime before homecoming. *g* Just let me know.))

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