haremfaery
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With Sig at the Bakery
"Anges? C'est la langue de l'amour." She let the last word roll around her tongue like a chocolate truffle. Sigmund's accent was not bad at all.
((Hmm, I've just decided that Sophia would probably use his full name and not his nickname.))
I would love to speak French with you, I rarely find someone to converse with. French may not be the language of my birth, but it is the language of my heart. She spoke slowly hoping he would understand.
"The Wild Hunt." I have heard of it. One does not live in Autumn Valley for long before one delves into all manner of myths and legends.
She arched an eyebrow when he called her 'ma chère.' "Where have you been staying since you came to town?"
The General Store
"Thanks, it's fine for jeans, but I prefer heading into the city and hitting the vintage stores. Although sometimes I can find things at yardsales when people clean out their attics here." Mo said. She knew people, even here in Autumn Valley, didn't quite 'get' her. If she were some strange supernatural creature, that would be fine, but a girl who had a more flexible view of her gender role? Not so much.
She would probably dress like one of the wee folk for the festivities, top hat, knee breeches, buckle shoes...Speaking of which she caught a glimpse of beady eyes looking up at her from behind a bag of chips on one of the shelves. She reached in her pocket and pulled out some Mentos and flicked two twoard the spot. The seemed to disappear right before they hit the bag. Never hurt to make a little gesture to the brownies.
"Take's because my fuzzy baby knows I know how to pet a kitty." Teagan said in baby talk to the cat. Mo rolled her eyes. "This time of year they get a little bolder, I think." She added about the brownies, and the faeries in general. My hair was a rat's nest this morning. I know they were messing it up all night long, but they did a good job cleaning the barn, so I really can't complain."
"Aunt Moira's been doing all sorts of spells to ensure decent weather. The nymphs seem to think everything will be fine spells or no spells." She let Abigail twine around her ankles a bit before moving down the aisle and picking up a few more things.
"I'll be there with bells on." She grinned.
"Anges? C'est la langue de l'amour." She let the last word roll around her tongue like a chocolate truffle. Sigmund's accent was not bad at all.
((Hmm, I've just decided that Sophia would probably use his full name and not his nickname.))
I would love to speak French with you, I rarely find someone to converse with. French may not be the language of my birth, but it is the language of my heart. She spoke slowly hoping he would understand.
"The Wild Hunt." I have heard of it. One does not live in Autumn Valley for long before one delves into all manner of myths and legends.
She arched an eyebrow when he called her 'ma chère.' "Where have you been staying since you came to town?"
The General Store
"Thanks, it's fine for jeans, but I prefer heading into the city and hitting the vintage stores. Although sometimes I can find things at yardsales when people clean out their attics here." Mo said. She knew people, even here in Autumn Valley, didn't quite 'get' her. If she were some strange supernatural creature, that would be fine, but a girl who had a more flexible view of her gender role? Not so much.
She would probably dress like one of the wee folk for the festivities, top hat, knee breeches, buckle shoes...Speaking of which she caught a glimpse of beady eyes looking up at her from behind a bag of chips on one of the shelves. She reached in her pocket and pulled out some Mentos and flicked two twoard the spot. The seemed to disappear right before they hit the bag. Never hurt to make a little gesture to the brownies.
"Take's because my fuzzy baby knows I know how to pet a kitty." Teagan said in baby talk to the cat. Mo rolled her eyes. "This time of year they get a little bolder, I think." She added about the brownies, and the faeries in general. My hair was a rat's nest this morning. I know they were messing it up all night long, but they did a good job cleaning the barn, so I really can't complain."
"Aunt Moira's been doing all sorts of spells to ensure decent weather. The nymphs seem to think everything will be fine spells or no spells." She let Abigail twine around her ankles a bit before moving down the aisle and picking up a few more things.
"I'll be there with bells on." She grinned.