#brightwindsbarony

"What's wrong?" noting the shrug "My people are nott always reading hearts. But you seem not to like her"

Grete considers this. "No, I don't think I do." Still frowning stonily.

"is she...dishonorable?" A brow of concern

"It's not all about honor, you know." Grete runs a finger along a brick in the wall, feeling the rough mortared edges, the smoothed front.

"That's true. There's also strenght and power. Is she weak?"

"She just shows up and thinks she knows best and can boss everyone around. Like the hawk on her shirt means that she's better then the rest of us - or more 'Honorable' or whatever. It doesn't mean anything."

A thoughtful look then "If you feel YOU have been dishonored, perhaps you should challenge her?"

"One shouldn't put up with insulting behavior" the Ifrit nods as if this were as obviosus as the sky is blue

"I don't think it would matter. Sparrow put her in charge. I just don't have to LIKE it."

"Come, I will champion you" the Ifrit says sriding back towards where the eating area is where last she saw the sidhe girl

"It doesn't WORK like that here. She's a squire which means she has rank, and she's the BARONESS'S squire. All I'll do is get Sparrow mad at me. No one else seems to get it."

A look back "Then tell her to face you outside the hold. Or face me"

"HER face me, not you face me" A pause "or challenge her to an arm wrestling contest"

Grete scowls at Kushaaneh... does her lip quiver just a bit? "I don't WANT to. Can't I just be MAD?"

"Why ?" Confusion "All it does is eat at you. "

"Because Sparrow MADE her her heir. That means she gets to rule all of this. Me being mad don't change nothing except maybe I'll make her hate wichtels. I don't care if she hates me. Who is she to us? No one."

Glaring off at nothing. "CATIR didn't come save us from Harkson. She didn't see how things were, how bad it was, what he did to the people. But suddenly she just steps in and wants to be in charge? No, I DON'T like that, and I don't like HER. That's just the way it IS."

A frown. "Sorry. Guess this place ain't perfect neither."

"Compared to where I came from, it's quite nice. " A frownn "We have nobles too. Some are bad, some are good. Oba mostly, Eshu kin who are bound to their lands. Some are stuffed up fools who talk aboutt how THEY never fled to Arcadia, of course, they could NOT Flee, any more than pooka can tell the truth all the time. Somehow they want credit for this as if it were courage. Others are kind, and hospitalble. If Catir is to be a leader, you do her a diservice, and yourself one, not showing her how she can be a better one. My father spoke the truth to the face of Oba and terrorists alike. You are tryingg to be kind, but I think it maybe kinder to be honest with her even if it hurts just a bit or makes her angry. Eventually, like my tears, you rage will come out." A sigh "I sucks, doesn't it? Bottled up things"

"Maybe I'll just go live in a coal mine somewhere by myself." Oddly, this rather sullen sounding comment seems to cheer Grete abit.

"A coal mine?" then she remmbers "Oh your kith are mastters of such places"

"Or turquoise. I can get a mule, and sell to travelers."

A sigh. "My mama would never let me do that. Unless... if it's a really DEEP mine..."

"Your mother sounds like she lacks imagination. But.. this hold is as much your home as Catir's, more. Is there not room for both of you?"

"If she stays out of my way." A nod, this is clearly the best solution.

"And... I'll stay out of hers." A bit more begrudging, but clearly, Grete is a saint here.

"Then I will tell her to stay out of your way" A nod "it is the leastt a friend can do" And she goes back on her hunt for the sidhe

"Uh...." Grete watches her go. "Fire nation kids are weird." She says, and shrugs, heading back along her way.

(Surely, all will be fine, just fine)

Nessa gets grabbed by the arm. The teenage girl wags her tail, "Oh thank Allah, an adult. I need one in order to try your American fast food. Shall we try McDonalds? Over a billion serviced! Or Kentucky Fried Chicken? So much better than the chickens fried in Ohio."

She's wearing a T shirt with an American flag and a 'These colors don't run' logo, and jeans from WAL mart!

"Oh, I am Zahab Smith. I'm trying an American name"

"Oh, ummm.. Hello." An uncertain smile. "I think Pepper was setting up a burger station in the kitchen, and Mary Ellen had some Halal options set aside from the caterer?"

"But FAST FOOD," She explains as they head out of the hold "What about the MSG laden reheated goodneess that is America?"

"Uhh..." She realizes that she's being led somewhere. "You... want fast food? Okay. There's a Taco Bueno, a McRonald's, and a Burger Monarch in town. Your pick?" Checking that she has her wallet. It's there! The purple flowered coinpurse she kept in the saddleback next to it as a decoy must have worked.

"I'm Nessa, by the way."

"Nessa! Your name is like Fresh Prince music to my ears! This is the story all about how, Nessa went with me to chow down."

"You mean that old show from the 90's? I've seen a couple reruns. Starring the genie from Aladdin."

"He's a JINN?" A wowed look "I must see that... annd McRonald's please, they have the Sappy Meals which are totally original!"

"Sure, the little toys are cute." She turns a corner and heads towards the fast food joint. "I wonder if the ice cream machine is working? I could go for a blizzard."

(Indeed, the purple flowered coinpurse is missing, but Rhonda the Rhino is FABULOUSLY accessorized...)

"We're in Texas? Should I get a hat? Or a gun? Or a gun hat?"

"BeaTeaK's shop has some tourist stuff. You might find a hat there, but not a gun."

"Oh darn, no bang bangs"

"No." She shakes her head. "I don't think - well, I don't pretend to speak for the Baroness, but I don't think she would want guns in the hold."

"Oh well, being shot at makes me nostalgic is all" Zahab says "So.. four legs ? how's that working for you? "

"It works fine, if I don't think about it too much. They move together, alternately, unless I'm running, then -" She stumbles a moment, but then straightens up again. A small laugh at herself.

Zahab grins "whoops. I'm onnly a part timer myself" Then she sees them the Golden arcs! She sighs happily "It's like a mosque to gluttony and poor life choices" She squees "I love it forever" Annd pulls Nessa into the place.

Fortunately, there are two doors and big windows. No centaur panic

She inhales... the fresh fries do smell good. "Here, I'll buy, if you don't mind. What would you like?"

"Big Max, Fileted Fish, Quarter Zounder, French Fries, Icy Coke, Thick Shake, Sundaes, and Apple Pie!"