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The Gig, Sunday

Judging from the way they'd practically bolted into the paddock, the horses had apparently eaten far too many Pop Tarts yesterday and were still enjoying the sugar high.

Firekeeper just rolled her eyes and settled in to her usual spot leaning against the fence as Blind Seer ran off to chase them. The new horses were conspicuously absent, being still not convinced that the wolves meant no harm.

[ooc: open but with SP at points due to RL.]

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It was a frustrated and slightly winded Francine who made her way out to the Gig today, two tins of cookies in her arms. She'd lugged her stuff back to the dorms -- with help that she both wanted and didn't -- to find no Katchoo, and no earthly desire to be around any other kind of human at all. Even the kind with the ears that she was kind of in love with. Or maybe the word there was especially.

Luckily for Francine, she did know a place where there were no humans at all. "Hi," she said quietly, making her way up to the fence. "I brought cookies."

"Hello," Firekeeper said with a nod of greeting. "Cookies is good," she'd stopped questioning why people kept bringing her food.

"My mom made them," Francine said, balancing a tin on the nearest fencepost. "They're los better than mine."

"She teached you how to make?" Firekeeper inquired. She was of the opinion that Francine's cookies were already pretty good, 'lots better' hadn't actually occurred to her.

"When I was little." Francine nodded, smiling a bit. "Well, when I was really little it was mostly licking the mixing bowl. Which I learned pretty quick."

Firekeeper laughed, and... very deliberately did not mention that the closest parallel in her own childhood involved drinking blood from whatever the pack had caught that night. "Is her job?" she asked.

Francine shook her head. "No. She doesn't have a regular job. She just cooks for our f--" And exit nostalgia-induced smile, stage left. "She just cooked for our family."

Just because she sometimes didn't use the correct tense when speaking didn't mean Firekeeper was unaware of the difference, so that correction earned a frown. "She stop because you leaved for school?" she guessed.

"No. She--" Well, she had, probably, Francine realized. With her and Ben at school and Dad... Ugh. She curled her lip and gave the fence a kick. "Families are stupid. We should all just have packs like wolves, or something."

Edited 2009-07-27 05:53 (UTC)

"Packs is families," Firekeeper felt compelled to point out. "Just bigger than human kind is usually." The first part of that statement earned a confused frown. "Most humans I know is happy with families." Except perhaps Sapphire and Citrine, but that was a moot point now that they'd both been adopted by others.

Francine twisted a lock of hair in her fingers, then let it go with a sigh. "I know. I meant human families. They're... stupid and complicated and ...errgh." She shook her head and looked at Firekeeper. "Do wolf packs ever fall apart?"

Firekeeper nodded. "A too-large pack is no good for hunting. A male who challenge One Male and fail usually leave, and sometimes they leave without challenging, to start own pack."

Francine considered that for a while, then shook her head again. "That's more like human kids growing up and going off to start their own family, I think."

"And this not what make you think families is stupid," Firekeeper guessed, a little closer to the truth this time.

"No, that's... normal." Whatever normal meant anymore. Francine shook her head and thought of saying more, but... didn't. "Maybe it's just humans that are stupid." She looked over at the horses and Blind Seer. "They seem to be having a good time, anyway."

To say she wasn't curious would be a lie, but at the same time, she wasn't about to ask questions if Francine didn't want to talk about it.

"They," she snorted, "have too much sugar. Horses, not Blind Seer. But this not stop him from playing game."

Francine smiled at that. "Too much sugar for riding, you think?" Mark the date; Francine Peters actually asked to do something she previously had to be cajoled into.

"Bold not have sugar," Firekeeper pointed to the horse who was decidedly not participating in the game. "Is new horse inside stable too, but she still too scared of us to come out when we is here."

Francine frowned. "Of you?" Blind Seer, she could understand.

"Am wolf," Firekeeper pointed out. Royal and Wise Beasts might have awareness enough to question this claim of hers (or more accurately, require her to prove it), but the lesser beasts did not. And though they might be smarter than the average horse, the Gig's horses definitely still fell under that second category.

"And they know that?" Of course they did, she thought a moment later. Firekeeper might look like a human girl, but she didn't move like one, or entirely speak like one. Even a human, even a slow human like Francine, couldn't un-know what she was, once she told you. "See? What did I say? Smarter than humans."

"Sometimes," Firekeeper snorted and rolled her eyes, signalling for Bold to come over. "Sometimes beasts is just as strange."

Edited 2009-07-28 02:06 (UTC)

"Maybe," Francine said, because heaven knew Firekeeper knew animals better than she did. "But they're less confusing to me anyhow."

Mostly it was the Wise Beasts and their strange religion and relationship with humans that confused her, really.

"You wish me to lead again?" she asked, turning towards the stables to fetch the tack.

It seemed babyish, somehow, now. She oughtn't to have needed it the last time, not with a horse like the ones here, but she'd been nervous and... anyway.

"Do you want to ride with me instead?" Assuming Firekeeper felt like riding a sugared-up horse...

Firekeeper grinned. "Can ride," she nodded, and called Smudge before going to get the aforementioned tack. It was a testament to how long she'd been here that the new horses' fear of her was more an annoyance than a point of pride, and so she was in and out of the stables as quickly as possible. Soon, the horses were saddled and ready to go.

"Think we should share the cookies with them?" Francine asked, stepping up on a fence-rail because if there was a way to fall off a hose before she was on a horse, Francine Peters would find it.

"Only if they is cookies okay for horses," Firekeeper said. "They eat human kind too, but their bellies not like them much for it."

Francine eyed the tin for a moment. She'd been taking orders for everything else; she should have thought of that.

Then she brightened a bit. "There's oatmeal cookies. Those just have oatmeal and honey in them. And apple-sauce."

Firekeeper nodded. "Then horses can eat," she said. "If you feel they need more sugar." The horses definitely felt they needed more sugar, in any case.

Edited 2009-07-28 18:56 (UTC)

Francine gave a little laugh. "Maybe after, as a bribe for good behavior?"

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