[RL wth Philo]

[prettypanchito]

By now, everyone in the quaint little town was slowly getting over the strange and dynamic battle that had taken place just a week or so ago. Some people thought they had imagined the whole thing. Life seemed to be back to normal, for all the dogs and birds and horses and all sorts of walking animals of this world

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[dragon_scholar]

After thanking Jordan profusely for the ride, Philomel resettled the strap of her duffel bag over her shoulder and turned slowly to take in the surroundings. The immediate and obvious differences from all the places she'd known in her life, from bustling, metropolitan London, or quiet, close Cananeia, made her more nervous than she already was.

She'd long ago come to terms with the reality of alternate realities, but a few hours of photography or a night at the ball weren't really the same as spending several days in someone else's world. She had no idea what to expect.

Still. Here she was, and here she would stay, for a couple days at least. She squared her shoulders and hefted her case of art supplies--a necessary piece of luggage--and began to approach the house in front of her.

[prettypanchito]

A few people nearby stopped to stare, but only for a moment. All of Panchito's guests this past summer had been very strange, so they easily managed to shrug off this newcomer.

As for the rooster himself, as soon as he saw her image, he jumped off his porch, with a shriek of delight, at the top of his lungs. "HURRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAA!"

He tossed the guitar to a side, and then ran right for the female. She then rapidly shook Philomel's hand - the height difference would be clear here, as he came just about up to her chest - with no end in sight. "Dearest Philo! How good of you to arrive! Welcome to my ranch, and make yourself at home! Oh, oh, you have bags! SENOR MARTINEZ!" He turned away, yelling at an old horse that was lazily eating grass only a foot away. "GET OVER HERE AND HELP THE SENORITA! VAMANOS!"

The horse, who was not an anthro, gave him a blank look.

[dragon_scholar]

The enthusiasm of his response startled Philomel, but she hurried to cover it, summoning her brightest smile. She couldn't help but notice the distinct difference in their heights, but the scientist in her had her far more interested in the more unusual anatomical differences.

Of course, she didn't stare. While by no means a "proper woman" as her parents considered it, she was still too polite to stare.

"H-hello, Panchito," she said. She glanced at the horse, and then added, "I can carry them myself. They're really not that heavy."

[prettypanchito]

"Are you sure?" he frowned, hating to see a lady burdened. "If you change your mind, you let me know, and I shall escort all your things!" He then turned around, and began to lead her towards his house."I have made the guest bed all comfy and nice, much sleep will be gained!" Up close, one could hear the strange way English played on his tongue, yet he was able to speak it incredibly fast.

He opened the door, turning back to make sure she had caught up, and wasn't struggling."While you are here, I am at your command! You want, I will do!"