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Re: Birds of a Feather
By: Merrilee Date: October 22, 2016, 1:48 am
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Merrilee beams at the compliment, then tries hard to think of a
way to answer the question. The griffon apparently had at least
rudimentary reading ability, since she was (sort of) able to
read her sign, which she still had trouble with sometimes but at
least knew what it said. She taps her chin thoughfully and
shrugs, pointing to her eye and then at one of the ornaments.
For demonstrating the string, though, she ducks back into the
wagon and pulls out a shiny glass ball with twine and comes back
out, hanging it from a convenient hook on one of the shelves,
giving it a spin that sets thin beams of light in all directions
where it catches the sun, looking pleased with herself.
#Post#: 1378--------------------------------------------------
Re: Birds of a Feather
By: Breezy Adlark Date: October 22, 2016, 9:03 pm
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Breezy's head tilted some at Merrilee's gestures, not
understanding the significance of her pointing to her eye and
the ornament. Just as she opened her mouth to say as much,
however, the mare moved back into her wagon--and returned with a
glass ball. The gryphon blinked a couple times at the ball, and
watched as it was set on a hook, curious what was going to
happen. Then, she cooed and stepped closer at the beams of
light, eyes glimmering with obvious interest as she inspected
it. “Es very pretty, miss Merrilee pony. Shiny. I could be
lookink at zhis all day...” Seemed, for the moment, she was
intent to do just that.
Some few moments later, however, another gryphon approached.
Much larger than the scrawny one gazing into the ball, but
similarly colored. The larger gryphon, her face stern and
appraising, glanced between the cart, Merrilee, and Breezy,
before clearing her throat. The noise was commanding, much like
the gryphon’s demeanor, and hard to miss. “Raihna,” she
continued, her voice carrying the same accent as Breezy, but
much less ‘pronounced’ than the scrawnier one’s. “What happened
here?”
Breezy had jerked away as the larger gryphon cleared her throat,
only to pad over to her and look between her and the cart. She
spoke, this time in a foreign language--but was cut off by the
larger gryphon, her voice gentle but firm. “In Equestrian,
little one. We are in their lands, we speak as they do.”
Breezy nodded some at that before starting over. “Pony vas...
playink music on street. Miss Merrilee pony vas... almost
hittink by younk pony, cart vent down hill,” she gestured to
Merrilee as she addressed the mare. “I vas knockink music pony
out of vay, cart bounced, crashed.” She was somewhat animated as
she spoke, her talons raising and moving through the air to mime
the actions for her words. “Miss Merrilee pony vas showink me
cart. Ees merchant, mama. Es sellink... ‘or-name-mints’.”
“Ornaments,” her mother corrected gently, having read the sign
earlier. “A tradition around the winter time for ponies; they
hang them on trees and hearths, if I’m not mistaken. Greetings,
Merrilee,” Breezy’s mother said with a slight nod of her head,
though her expression was still as stern as it was before, and
demeanor still powerful. “I am Ylenia, Raihna’s mother. I’m glad
no one was hurt. It’s unfortunate about your cart--but perhaps I
might be of assistance, if you’d like.”
#Post#: 1412--------------------------------------------------
Re: Birds of a Feather
By: Merrilee Date: October 24, 2016, 11:46 pm
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Merrilee giggles silently at Breezy's reaction to the glass
ball, her pudge wobbling. It's a reaction that she has shared
in the past, albeit not so much as when she was little. She
probably wouldn't want to do it all day, though. Surely she has
other griffon-y stuff to do? Though she does consider it a
compliment that the simple bauble could elicit such a response.
She turns around when the larger griffon clears her throat,
eyeing her up and down. Well, she certainly is large. Enough
so that the size of her might be somewhat intimidating if it
wasn't clear that the two griffons knew each other, and one of
them was at least sort of her friend by now, and what reason
would there be for the other not to be friendly as well?
She reacts with surprise and concern when Breezy recounts what
happened, forgetting and then remembering that, oh right, that
was her and what happened to her cart. And that other nice pony
who'd had to leave all of a sudden. But it all worked out in
the end, right?
Merrilee beams and nods when offered the assistance. She points
to the cart and starts waving it in vaguely a direction she
thinks is to somewhere where at least it won't obstruct the
street, but then realizes - Raihna (she files the name into her
brain, her eyes practically watering already as she squints at
it in her brain trying to think of how to spell it)'s mother
read and properly pronounced the word on the sign! That means
she probably reads better than her daughter, at the very least,
but would she read well enough to understand Merrilee's writing?
Well, it's worth a try. She whips out her slate and sits down
to write on it, going slowly to try to make sure she gets the
spelling as good as she can, and keeping it as short and simple
as she can to leave as few opportunities for error as possible.
After a few tries and several times pausing and erasing what she
thinks is probably wrong, she turns the slate over, a bit dizzy
from the effort. [That's grate! Can hlp move gaown over so I
cna fix whlesl?]
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Re: Birds of a Feather
By: Breezy Adlark Date: October 26, 2016, 1:57 am
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At the mare's nod, Ylenia began moving towards the wagon as if
to move it--only to pause when she began writing on a slate. Her
tail flicked slowly in the air as she watched the mare struggle
with her writing, and perhaps sensing her mother's growing
irritation, Breezy spoke up quietly. "She es not able to be
speakink, mama. Voice broken..." Ylenia glanced to her daughter
at that, but nodded slightly before looking to where she might
push the wagon while the mare finished.
Once she did, Ylenia returned her attention to the slate--before
looking at the words with an almost stunned expression. She read
the line over and over, trying to make sense of it. It was
simple for the most part; 'that's great' was self-explanatory.
But 'gaown'? 'whlesl'? Ylenia exhaled, before starting over.
'Can hlp'... help? 'move something over so I can fix'...
something. Thinking the problem through, she had to be asking to
help move the wagon, given that was what she'd offered a moment
ago... "I've already offered to help you with your 'gaown',"
Ylenia said, moving over to it as she pronounced the word as it
had been written. "So, yes."
With that, she began pushing the wagon off to the side of the
road, seeming almost to have little difficulty with it, at least
given her size and the strength that came with it. Breezy also
offered her help, plodding over with her mother to take one of
the wheels and drag it out of the way, too. From there, if
needed, Ylenia would have kept the wagon lifted up for the other
two to place the wheel as necessary.
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Re: Birds of a Feather
By: Merrilee Date: October 26, 2016, 9:45 pm
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Oh, she must have messed up again. Of course she did, that's
what she does. She got the point across, though, and that's
what matters, right? Maybe she should have just stuck to
motioning, though. She already said she'd help.
Merrilee pulls the string to retract the shelving and trots
alongside the wagon, rolling the second wheel along with her
forehooves to her temporary destination. When the momgriff
holds it in place for her, she slides the wheel onto the axle,
which thankfully wasn't damaged. Sturdy stuff, that. Of
course, she'd still have to refasten the wheel to it, but it's
something she's done plenty of times before and probably would
plenty in the future.
She bounces around the mostly-complete wagon once to give it a
cursory inspection, then lands in front of the mama griffon to
scrawl out a quick thank you note, not taking as much time or
care with it but trying to get it as error-free as possible at
least. [Thnak you so umch!! Do yu wnat annthygni?] She'd have
added on "in return" to the end of it, but her slate was running
out of room, her enthusiasm enlarging her script a bit.
#Post#: 1452--------------------------------------------------
Re: Birds of a Feather
By: Breezy Adlark Date: October 26, 2016, 10:19 pm
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Ylenia stepped away from the wagon once the wheels were set back
onto it, giving it her own inspection before puffing up her
feathers some, as if pleased with the result. The feathers
settled back down some when Merrilee jiggled back in front of
her, Breezy by her mother's side. She read the slate, before
clicking her beak once. "You're welcome for the help--I don't
know what 'annthygni' is... But if you're asking if I want
anything, you likely don't have anything I'd want, little one."
She paused. "I'm teaching Raihna how to read and write where I
can. Would you like to join her?"
#Post#: 1466--------------------------------------------------
Re: Birds of a Feather
By: Merrilee Date: October 27, 2016, 3:56 pm
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Who would turn down free ornaments? Well, probably plenty of
ponies and others, especially given that it wasn't communicated
especially effectively, but y'know. Certainly within her right
to turn the offer down. She bites her nip nervously at the
offer for written language lessons, drumming her hooves on the
sides of her slate. Also perfectly within her right to refuse.
But the griffmom probably thinks it's a good idea, and Merrilee
doesn't like turning down help honestly offered.
[I do'nt nkow if I cloud mke it to enlosns] she writes, giving
time for the other to read it before flipping it back around and
erasing it, writing another message. [I move arnod alot.]
#Post#: 1469--------------------------------------------------
Re: Birds of a Feather
By: Breezy Adlark Date: October 27, 2016, 8:31 pm
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Ylenia slowly read the slate as it was turned to her, audibly
sounding out the words as she tried to piece them together.
Then, as the slate was rewritten and turned back to her, she
gave a slight shrug to the mare, as if waving the subject off.
"So be it. Simply thought I would offer. Canterlot has schools
that would likely help you learn, if you ever sought to
improve."
#Post#: 1540--------------------------------------------------
Re: Birds of a Feather
By: Merrilee Date: November 1, 2016, 6:19 pm
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Merrilee shrugs noncommitally, perfectly happy to let the
subject drop. In the meantime, though, she had some fastenings
to nail down. She pops back into the wagon and rummages around
for a little bit, then pops back out carrying some wooden
pieces, a hammer, and some nails and sets to work happily
bonking metal through wood, putting a boundary on the wheels so
they wouldn't come off the axle, her cheeks jiggling with each
swing.
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