Midsummer Fair: Daytime Activities

[notwithmyhand]

If Alain closed his eyes, it could almost be a fair day in Gilead. The sounds and smells were all the same. There was the sound children laughing, trotted around by Glue Boy,and Jolly, getting their faces painted, and themselves entirely covered in flowers by Ilse and some of the other girls. Boys participating in impromptu footraces with their

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[ifsogirl]

It's a perfect day for a fair [or a faire, she's not sure how the boys would have really called it where they come from, but she thinks the "e" version is a safe bet], bright and sunny like the Island always is, and with a hint of breeze that keeps everything from being too hot. She's not concerned by the thought of paint getting in her hair as she dips her brush, because it's just going to get filthy tonight anyway, and what harm will a little extra paint cause? She and Karolina [with Trisha's help, but she won't Trisha hear her say so] are running a couple of the booths for now. Ilse has managed already to successfully paint a lion on one Weasley twin and a phoenix on the other [the lion one said he was George but he could have been Fred pretending to be George, she knows what Weasley's are like], with a little help from the book she has hidden on her lap that she got from the bookshelf several days ago

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[handandahalf]

Horses were hardly a novelty to Rickon, but being up one one by himself was something else entirely. Cuthbert's Glue Boy possessed a sweeter temperament than most horses Jon had met, and didn't seem to mind tiny fists pulling on his mane or high-pitched squeals of glee in his ears.

After Rickon had monopolized Glue Boy for the better part of half an hour, Jon distracted him by the sight of one of the redheaded twins with a bird painted on his face, and swung his son up onto his shoulders as he walked through the crowds.

[anyone feel free to tag him and Rickon spectating any part of the fair, or while Rickon's up on Glue Boy. :D]

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[saikamai]

"All right, up you go, good sir!" Cuthbert put a reassuring hand on Glue Boy's neck as Jon hefted the baby onto the saddle, smiling against the bright sunlight as he looked up at the tot's jubilant face.

Bert looked at Jon, feeling odd, not for the first time, that they were not so different in age and yet Jon seemed a world ahead of him-- with a wife and child, it seemed he had more in common with Robert Allgood. But Bert liked him a lot, maybe even more because of that-- it made him something of a mystery to Cuthbert, additionally because he was from the same world as Sandor and, of course, Arya.

"Do you mind if I take him around the ring? He's first up, and I just want to be sure Glue doesn't pull any funny business," he said, very earnest. Cuthbert would've been tetchy if someone asked to borrow Alain on a strange horse for a few minutes; he couldn't imagine what it'd be like having your child in someone's care, even in your full view. "Or maybe I should be asking you if you mind," he said, turning his attention to Rickon. "Or

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[handandahalf]

"Of course," Jon said, stepping back with a grin and putting his hands in his pockets. "It's definitely the latter," he added, "he's just learned to walk, and is training to be quite the escape artist. We're debating borrowing one of the collars from the dinosaurs." Rickon waved both arms in the air, shrieking in delight, and Jon waved back, strolling parallel to the path Glue Boy trod, but a decent enough distance away that Rickon had the illusion of independence.

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[saikamai]

Cuthbert laughed at that, then at Rickon's obvious delight, and watched Glue Boy, who looked considerably prouder to have this cargo than his usual.

"Will you and Susan be coming to the party tonight? There's a few folk who'll be sitting the children, if you have a mind to."

[handandahalf]

"I don't know," Jon said, considering. "Susan likely won't, but I've been thinking on it. For the bonfire jumping if nothing else," he admitted with a grin. "It's been some time since I came to a party here, and I do rather miss it."

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[curiously_cora]

The Cat slinked ahead of Coraline as she explained to him in great detail how much fun she was going to have. She'd already showed him the lists and plans she'd made but he didn't seem interested. He rarely was with human affairs. Stopping at Ilse, Coraline grinned happily and held out a flower to her.

"Can you make me look like him?" Coraline asked curiously, pointing down to the black cat. "Well, a cat. Not necessarily the Cat. Please?"

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[ifsogirl]

Ilse takes the pretty flower from pretty Coraline and smiles at her. "Oh, thanks Coraline," she says, and tucks the flower behind her ear. It matches the pretty necklace around her neck, even if the one around her neck isn't supposed to be the same flower. "Take a seat, I think I can manage a black cat, unless you'd like a differently-colored cat," she ads, raising an eyebrow.

Just to be on the safe side, she calls over her shoulder, "Hey Karo, I think you've got the black-- Can I borrow?"

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[curiously_cora]

"I made daisy chains too, well flower chains because they're not daisies." Coraline said showing Ilse the bracely of tiny little flowers she'd made. When she got home she'd look in the big book of flowers she'd found and write down their names and press them and keep them forever. And tell Adam in great detail all about it. He would be so pleased about that. "Can I be a differently coloured cat like a tabby or something? But with black in it."

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[ifsogirl]

Karo hands her the black face paint and she smiles at her friend. "Thanks," she says, and then turns her attention back to Coraline. She purses her lips as she gets together the paints that she needs (black, white, the light brown and orange) and glances down at her book from the bookshelf. "Sure thing," she says with a smile, and after studying the book again she closes it and sets to work.

"You'll be my first cat," she admits, smiling as she starts to draw on Coraline's face, hoping she doesn't royally screw it up. After ten or fifteen minutes, just when Coraline should be starting to get antsy, she's finished. Ilse sits back and smiles. "You look pretty cat-like to me," she says, and grabs her mirror off the table. "What do you think?

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[curiously_cora]

"Really? That's cool, you'll do fine. I mean, I won't look exactly like a cat but a Coraline-Cat would be cool." Coraline said sitting still for Ilse and closing her eyes so that nothing got in her eyes. Adam would probably sigh a lot when he saw his cat-cora-child. "Did you know that cats don't have names? Well, they don't. They say they don't need them because they know who they are but we don't. That's why we need names."

The Cat looked at Coraline approvingly before hopping up onto her lap for once. He padded around in a circle before sitting down on her. He very rarely ever sat on her. He was a very proud cat. "That's brilliant! I'm a pink cat!"

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[ifsogirl]

Ilse concentrates on what she's doing while making conversation with Coraline. She pays close attention when trying to match one side of the girl's face to the other, because she wants to make sure that she looks even. "I didn't know that," she replies. "I guess that makes sense," she agrees, nodding just a little as she pokes her tongue out for just a second in concentration. "So you just call this guy 'Cat' then, right?" she asks.

She's happy with her handiwork, and both Coraline and her cat seem happy about it too. So much so that the cat up and sits on her in Ilse's chair. It's alright, the booth has been slow for a little bit and Ilse likes this girl's company. She's precocious, in a way that she thinks her father would appreciate, possibly the way she was when she was the girl's age.

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[curiously_cora]

"Well, sometimes I call him wusspuss but that's not his name. That's just a tease to get him to hurry up, he can get very scared sometimes." Coraline said as the cat opened one lazy eye and narrowed it at Coraline before closing it and settling against her lap. "Yup, just Cat. And he comes when you call him, sometimes I mean if he doesn't want to come then he won't. He's very particular. He's from my home."

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[ifsogirl]

Ilse nods as she gets a look of understanding on her face. This isn't just one of the Island cats, this is a particular Cat, hence the reason she seems to assume that it's capitalized as 'Cat' instead of just 'cat.' It sort of sounds like that when Coraline says it. "Well, most everyone gets scared sometimes, right?" she says, tilting her head. "I know I get scared sometimes still, even though I'm pretty safe here." She doesn't want to scare the girl, but Coraline in many ways seems a bit older than her years would have one think. "You know, compared to back home, at least-- but I won't bore you with that story," she says as she grins, trying to shake off the little eerie feeling that it gives her to even mention anything about home

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[caspianthetenth]

"Me!" Eddara demanded, dragging Caspian to the girl who was painting faces. She pointed to her cheek. "Me!"

"Say please, Eddara," Caspian reminded her, which produced a half-hearted "peese" from his daughter. "What do you want? A butterfly? A heart? A sun?"

"All!" Eddara demanded, spreading her hands wide.

"I don't think you have enough room on your face," Caspian said dryly. "Shall we ask the artist for ideas?"

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[kaleidoscopeyed]

She smiles at Caspian, who she knows by sight and reputation if not personally, and then smiles even wider for the little girl. "I think a butterfly would be beautiful. A great big one," she says, demonstrating with her hands. "Right down your face," she says, glancing at Caspian before she reaches out and draws her finger down from Eddara's forehead to the middle of her nose."

"What do you think?" she says, asking both daughter and father.