boundxkitty | OOM - Camping Out

Point, though with her old world mannerisms she'd probably end up drawing attention she'd fane like.

"I cannot truly imagin living like that...to not step outside into some garden or meadow, instead to face more keeps and holdings with more people..." she shook her head softly. no doubt she'd adapt should such be necessary...but for now, she can't imagine.

Elizabeth will help keep her as safe as possible mentally. Physically, too, though that's not as much an issue.

"There are gardens. Some people go out of their way to create gardens in their yards outside their houses specifically." She gives a sympathetic smile.

She would need such support, and who better than sister-kin to give it?

"I imagine they would...everyone needs to simply touch the earth at times..." there ae slow ways to die, that of soul death where that connection to earth simply...wanes and snaps.

Maybe Jason, but he'd probably be busy playing morning snack or preparing for a show. Plus, relaxing by shopping isn't usually something that men accompany.

"Even if they do not realize that they need it." Is all Elizabeth says as agreement. Though, Doyle would know more about the soul death, but neither have met him yet.

Jason would...no doubt not have such time for her. And shopping in her world...is a far different experience. Relaxing by shopping, an entirely new idea.

"Especially then" she noted gently, rising once more and coming to sit beside Eizabeth with the comb.

Well, and then there's the whole thing that most men don't enjoy shopping. Elizabeth isn't sure where Jason stands on that issue, though she can always ask.

She runs a hand through her hair idly before moving so Khemrys has easy access at her hair. "It's hard to find the time some days. Especially with computers being around so that people can do more."

It is true that most markets are left as the province of women...lest they beast markets or metalsmithies it seems. Perhaps they could take Jason to a beast market to prevent his boredom?

"A fair shame, when days can be full enough with the simple things" she noted, certainly not knowing what computers are. Such simple things as hair brushing.

That would be fun. And, it wouldn't hurt to try really.

Or such simple things as cooking. "Very true, though computers can be useful as well as distracting. Remind me to show you the one I have in the bar when we get back." She's very happy with her computer, mainly the dvd function of it.

As long as they avoid the horse market, they should be fine. Horses did not care for her.

Indeed, though cooking is often a task that can be set to care for itself slowly...much can be done at the same time. "If you wish" she agreed. "A computer is...like a servant?" Perhaps it's her own cat like tendencies, but her combing is much like petting...

Horses don't like most shifters from Elizabeth's world either. So, that will work. They can look at the pretty horses from afar.

Unless it's rice, in which, the moment you turn your back on it, it's burnt. "A computer is another machine. It can help people stay in contact even though miles apart, it can store information like recipes or stories, it can play music, and much more. Though it's small and isn't mobile, on it's own. Laptops are smaller than regular computers and can be moved about easily." The petting'combing is comforting to Elizabeth. And, being in a strange place, the comfort is very much welcome. Which is why she had brought up sleeping arrangements to Jason. He caught on fairly well to that.

Yes, it's a fair shame that such creatures avoid them. They are indeed magnificent from afar.

Unless rice is in soup, then it tends to survive quite well. "Do you not miss books? For such recipes and stories? And instruments for the music? It seems...a fair shame to replace such" she noted idly, setting the comb down and starting to braid portions of her hair. Just for fun now, she'd set the large braid later.

"Well, I still use books at times. But if I need to find a recipe, and I don't have it in a book I can use the computer to look one up. As for music, a fair few actually use instruments anymore, at least for private entertainment. We've come up with a way to capture the sound and put it on something that will let us listen to it without having to have the actual instruments and players around." Elizabeth is very careful to not move her head when she does the shrug. And manages it fairly well. "It's just a common way that we live in my world."

"Strange, fair strange" she mused quietly. Somehow it just sounds...unhealthy in some way. Like lord's bread, without nourishment, but preffered.

And there are many small braids! Looped about each other carfully. She used to pretend that her mother was still a Lady, playing with her hair and making her beautiful...

Very unhealthy in other ways. Khemrys doesn't know about the computer geeks that are overweight and pale due to no exercise and staying in a room or basement for long periods of time. They are a scary bunch indeed. "Hopefully not too strange that you will not like my world though."

Is it wrong that with so many little braids, Elizabeth wants to shake her head just to see how it would feel? Because, yea, that's what she wants to do. Though, she fears that it would destroy some of the work that was done to make them so.

Khemrys no doubt would fair hound such should they meet, being a healer. Chase them bodily out into sunshine and wind once more...but she is willfull enough to adapt to almost anything, truth told. She won't run from Elizabeth's world. "With family within it, how could I truly dislike it?"

No, not wrong in the least, though, alas, she has no hair pins, so it would no doubt slip...but it'd just be an excuse to do something else.

Elizabeth leans her head back so she can look at Khemrys with a warm smile. And with two escorts, she should be safe enough. "Okay, how about, hopefully you won't find the changes too much of a culture shock."

Well, since there are no hair pins, Elizabeth won't. At least not until Jason gets back. Because she'll only do it once, and for some reason, unbeknown-est to the mun, he should be there for it.

"Let your world be strange as it will" she cuckled, a hint of challenge in he tone. "It will not change me, or my chosen place. Should we be there long I'll plant a garden even" brave, brave words.

Well, it should stay as long as she's careful. Satisfied for now she grinned and scooped up the comb once more, to tackle her own drying locks.

Elizabeth gives a grin. Partially at the challenge and partially at the prospect of Khemrys staying long. Caleb would kill her if he had to sleep on the couch for too long. "Well, there's some yard behind my apartment building, even if you don't stay long if you wanted to plant a garden."

Elizabeth has never been good at styling other people's hair. Though, she's good at brushing it out. With hair like her friend Nathanial, she couldn't not be, ankle length that it is. "Would you like some help combing out your hair?"

"Even if...perhaps only to ensure you never forgot to touch the earth at times" she agreed with a small, warm smile. A garden for her sister, not a terrible gift to give at all.

Her hands pause for a moment, not used to an offer in kind. She'd brushed the sisters hair because their joints pained them, and the brushes were to small to hold...and her mother simply...because. But, her own hair is well past her hips, and wild with waves when left to it's own devices. "...yes?"

There's a bright grin. "You might even be able to make sure I tend it before you leave my world." Which would be a glorious thing. Left to her own devices, she would forget to water a house plant, even if she had to walk around said house plant to get the the fridge to eat herself. Or, you know when ever it started to look bad, Elizabeth could just drag Khemrys back to fix it.

Elizabeth moves, brush in hand. Though she waits a moment. She's dealt with longer, though never with the waves. "You don't sound sure..is something wrong?"

"Tending is not so hard" she offered softly. Says a girl who grew up gardening. Perhaps it would be best if she were called upon to keep said garden healthy upon occassion?

She shrugged her shoulders, the dark mass of her hair cheerfully lapping across both her front and back at the movement. "No...I do not believe so...it's just...you're the first to offer"

Khemrys gets a look. It'd probably be best if Khemrys's skills were called upon when needed to keep the garden healthy.

She brushes some of the hair to the side with a hand. "Well, you did it for me. I can't braid other's hair very well, but I can help brush it out." She gives a grin. "I help my friend on occasion and his hair is much longer than yours."

Khemrys would be more than happy to save any garden from horrible death.

"I am well able to braid" she assured gently. "Just be warned...my hair can have a will of it's own it seems..." dark as midnight and as flowing as an river that hair. Another sign sh edoens't belong anywhere.

Well and it's not like the horrible death would be planned really. It'd, sadly, just sort of happen.

"Noted, though I currently stand by that ankle length hair is worse." She goes to work on brushing out Khemrys's hair, starting at the bottom, so as not to make knots worse as thy get pulled down.

Yes, a tragedy. Well and truly. Khemrys shoudl be warned never to get Elizabeth a plant.

"Fair certain" she agreed softly, letting her eyes close as she drew her knees to her chin. This...this was nice. Teh small fire, the darkness, the scent of her home world, if not land...

And family.

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