#fenixtj

cow sounds... kind of moos but also a mmmm

"See, Ramona, you must be gentle..."

A squeak! She wasn't afraid of Murray... but the moo?

Pert chuckles "it's okay, Ellie. "

"When they walk backwards, they go "Oooooom." Salma offers.

A giggle.

"Now, come on.." She motions "I really should get you to the Hearth or Chief"

"Oh, yes please." She nods. "Ariel said she couldn't come, so we're going to surprise her!"

"Why couldn't Ariel come?" Pert asks

"She said she had to talk to the Countess..."

Forehead wrinkle. "I don't think she's in trouble, but she said lemon bars are her favorite, so we'll get them for her!"

"I see. Well, in truth, we don't let sidhe come here often. "

"No?"

"We talked to the Condesa, and she talked to YOUR Condesa, and they said we could come, but then later never came, and then Cabracita didn't want to go? She ALWAYS wants to adventure. So we need her lemon bars for courage."

"Maybe she is sad because everything is quiet now?"

"Probably?" Salma looks unconvinced.

"Oh girls" A sigh "I fear she is more embarrassed about us than she is anything else. We can be very reluctant to be around sidhe or ahve them around us. IT may not seem fair, but we have had so many nobles try to take our hold or even kill us." Pert motions "But mostly we're peaceful" And they see a sheep being sheared.

A blink. "But... she has a familia. Even a messy one, is still good?"

The puffy thing looks as if the world is very weird that this must happen to it.

"You don't like sidhe here?"

"Oh! Her coat!" Tugging Ellie's arm to look.

"That... oh... she didn't want me to come here?"

Pert looks at Ellie "Because she thought one of us would hurt your feelings and treat you harshly."

"...oh..."

"I wish there was another way to word it" Pert says

"Princesca, she didn't not want you here." Salma insists. "She always wants you."

"But maybe, she didn't want you to have a... a..." She snaps her fingers. "Knife-stick... at you."

The sheep baas! Now shorn, it looks far more comfy in the summer sun

"...right." Softly.

"May we go see the Hearth please?"

"It is very sad." Salma says to her friend. "They must have been very hurt by sidhe to feel this way." She remarks softly in spanish to her, "Ellas estan asustadas... I think, they are scared."

"I would never hurt Ariel!"

"But if you were bitten many times by many dogs? Even a puppy might scare you."

"Because puppies grow up into dogs, and dogs may bite. Not all dogs. Not most dogs even, but they could."

Pert says "Oh sweety, it's not about who you are, it's like your friend says, it's fear of what you might become, and that's not fair to you. I'm sorry. This way"

And they head towards the big building.

There's a clothes line, and an OOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLDDDDDDDDDDD troll woman is beating on some clothes there

"Oh, Hearth Agnes" Pert says "We have... company"

"Oh, what did those shirts do? La pobrecita... tell me so that I do not do the same."

Ellie has fallen to the rear, hugging Ramona close.

"Oh dear." Agnes says "Who are your people, girls?"

Salma notices and falls back to link an arm with Ellie. "She does NOT bite." The pooka announces to the Hearth.

"They're from Fenix, Hearth Agnes. Storm Murry was scaring them so.. .and I just couldn't leave him to them any further."

"Taht's the Storm's job, Pert," A brow from the old woman who is ANYTHING but frail

Ellie fidgets.

"My people?" Salma ponders this, and answers in Ellie's quiet moment. "Mi hermana - My sister, is Ariel DeBuke. And mi hermana is Eleanor Hyacinth du Violette ap Beaumayn. So my people are your people. And my sister is your kin."

She announces this proudly, squeezing Ellie's arm as she speaks the full name that some may have wondered if the pooka even knew.

Ellie nods.

"So if you want to put her behind glass, you have to put both of us, except Ariel would not come because she was a'feared of a visit." A pout. "But she would come let us out. I know it."

The old woman's features express a hint of surprise at what Salma says, almost as like she was a mountain before a squirrel boasting of nut cracking power beyond the geographical feature, then she looks at Ellie "Got no tongue of your own, Eleanor?" The Hearth questions