"What do I do?" His eyes twinkled, even though he earned an honest living as a landlord, he really didn't do much of anything. His tenents never required much, and his buildings were sturdy, and he really didn't care for more income then he was getting. So..."Once upon a time there were some very erudite and illogical folks, and they had a couple kids, raised 'em up, then shuffled off the mortal coil. Now one of them charges other folks just a bit more to live in his inherited buildings then it costs him to keep the edifices standing and working. He spends the rest of his time enjoying the town which he so loves." He cleared his throat, looking mildly abashed that he couldn't really say he did much of anything.
It seemed like an honest enough answer and Whirl found that very refreshing. Her family was full of little white misrespresentations, always trying to make themselves look just a bit better than they were.
She came to a stop at the hedge around her family's home. A sort of gloom came down over her shoulders.
"Well, this is me," she said. She stuck her hoof into the hedge and the branches parted at her touch.
Post by spookytale on Sept 3, 2005 10:27:50 GMT -5
(ooc: er, I have the perfect excuse! Er, I was kidnapped by robot monkeys and we flew into space, but then one of the magnets in the G3 hooves earsed their memory so they couldn't remember how to get home and then we got hungry and went to Wendy's and I ate the monkeys and now I'm fine but there's some metal stuck between my teeth. Yeah)
Ray peered at the hedge...now that was...well, cool. It reminded him a bit of something his sister might build in order to aggravate, no, keep her rest area private. Ray turned to face Whirl, trying to decide if he should send her in alone, or if he should accompany her to the door. On the one hoof, his presence might illicit unwaranted suspicion, on the other her family might delay punishment until he was out of earshot, and that might give her enough time to scurry into a locked room of some sort. Of course, the rumors might not be true...
Well, not like he should be ashamed of walking a young lady safely home.
He snorted and nodded towards the shrubbery. "No, that's a hedge. You are not at all wooden, and most likely in trouble. Shall we?"