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Ayla of No People (_ayla_) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-09-05 09:03:00

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ayla, complete, day 14, john crichton

Day 14
Who: Ayla & John
What: Go-Carting!
When: Morning
Where: Cafe- then Go-Carts
Rating: PG, if that
Status: Incomplete

It was another glorious morning outside. Sunlight streamed through what could be classified as a window in the wall of her cave-like room. She was happy when she woke up. She prepared the tea she always made for herself and a different brew for Yvaine. The past several days she'd taken the tea to her so that her leg would heal faster.

But after showering, dressing and heading to Yvaine's room, she found that the star woman's leg was by some miracle completely healed. She examined the leg herself and was astonished. Yvaine explained about Tonks and the magical ability to heal instantly and Ayla wished that she had a similar power.

Leaving Yvaine, she headed down to the cafe for some breakfast. She settled herself in a booth and a golem made of clay walked over to take her order. She ordered some poached eggs, a ham steak and a nutty bread toast with gooseberry jam. She waited patiently for it to arrive, sipping some cold milk and looking around at the other patrons of the restaurant. When it arrived, she smiled and thanked the golem who promptly turned and left her to her breakfast.

She buttered and jellied her toast, taking a bite out of it. She was still astonished at the idea that she didn't have to go find all this food herself. That it was already prepared was even more strange. She was used to having the hunters provide the meat for her, but she always had to prepare it. And she had to gather grains and roots to supplement their meat supply. For it all to be laid out in front of her with no work on her part other than requesting it, was altogether unnatural.

She hummed slightly under her breath as she ate, still watching the other customers in the cafe under the cover of lowered brows. She had been reprimanded many times by Creb not to stare. But staring in the Clan equaled eavesdropping. She was just observing, but she still didn't want to be caught in case these people also thought it was rude. She lifted her gaze to the door when she saw it open from the corner of her eye.

She recognized the broad, dark-haired man and, after swallowing the mouthful of food, she smiled and lifted a hand to wave.

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johnrcrichton00
2008-10-06 05:21 pm UTC (link)

John held tight and laughed loudly when Ayla experimented with the brakes. He watched in wide-eyed wonder as she quickly and easily gained control of the go-cart in no time fast…he was truly amazed at her learning ability…plus he was majorly crushing on her. He felt like a little boy on an amusement park ride as Ayla drove them around the wide expanse; they both laughed and he felt so totally carefree and alive.

When Ayla thanked him, John actually blushed. Whoa…how long had it been since that had happened…20 years? John was a natural with the ladies…wasn’t he? “You’re thanking me?”, he asked in disbelief, “I should be thanking you for making my day such a treat”, he jumped out and retried the picnic basket from the compartment in the back, “…and the day isn’t near over, Princess!”, he added with a smile.

With basket in hand, he unhooked Ayla and offered her his hand to walk to the perfect spot for a picnic. Coming to a level spot where there was no rocks, no dirt, John stopped, “This looks about right…just flat, smooth grass…”, he set the basket down and took the picnic blanket and spread it out evenly. “Your seat, Mi’Lady…”he offered, taking her hand to lower her to the blanket before placing the basket between them and joining her, “Now, let’s chow down, baby! Who wants some of mama’s home cookin?!”.

He placed a plate in front of Ayla and loaded it up with fried chicken, mashed potatoes, corn on the cob and green beans. Then he took out two plastic cups and opened the wine, “A special toast…to us!”, he toasted once the glasses were full…he plunked his cup against Ayla’s. “Well, dig in, Princess! It looks delicious”.

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_ayla_
2008-10-08 12:07 pm UTC (link)

John made her feel so good. His smile warmed her heart and her insides to a pleasing thrum that made her feel alive. He helped her out of the go-cart and they traipsed across the grassy plain to a place John found suitable for the picnic. When the blanket was laid out, she accepted his help and sat down on one side while he sat down on the other and put the basket between them.

He pulled the food out, arranging it and handing her a plate loaded down with the delicious meal the golems had prepared for them earlier that morning. The sun was high in the sky and indicated that it was now the middle of the day. She found that all the driving and laughing had made her hungry, given her an appetite. She accepted the glass of wine and brought it to her nose, sniffing. Alcohol.

She didn't usually drink it because it made her sleepy and dimwitted. But, she thought a little bit with John probably wouldn't hurt anything. She just wouldn't drive back. As a new driver and having alcohol in her system, it just didn't seem like a good idea. When he held the glass out, she looked at it for a minute before she mimicked him and he plunked his glass against hers. She wasn't sure why he'd done that, but then he spoke about a toast. To them. She furrowed her brows in confusion.

"Do we have toast as well?" She leaned forward and peeked into the basket as she settled the glass between her legs so it wouldn't tip over and spill. She had mistakenly assumed that the toast he spoke of was the hardened bread they sometimes served at the cafe. She looked down at the plate of food on her lap and nodded. It did indeed look delicious.

She picked up a chicken leg and took a bite. She grinned. It reminded her of the ptarmigen that Creb liked so much, cooked in a pit until the meat was fall-off-the-bone moist. The way the skin was battered and deep fried was also delicious and not something she would have thought of to do back in the Valley. It was wonderful.

"Do you miss your home very much, John?" She asked, the idea of Creb and the ptarmigan having sent her on the path to remembering her own world and missing it just a little bit.

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