It's not that easy (Sherlock)

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It's not that easy (Sherlock) Jan 12, 2013 19:59:03 GMT -5

Post by whirleybird86 on Jan 12, 2013 19:59:03 GMT -5

The stables were mostly quiet, just a few horses stood in their stalls, and all the guards and knights were at their posts or wandering the palace grounds. After running around, and catching thieves and murderers it was nice to come to somewhere where one could just rest from her travels, and also rest her weary steed.

Being a rouge knight, gave Gretel privileges to roam the palace grounds, but not inside the castle itself unless she was invited. She rode Raven through the palace gates towards the stable yard. His coat slightly shined from sweat after working hard for Gretel several days in a row. She loosened her reins, as he went at a steady trot, and she lowered her hood off of her head to let her hair fall past her shoulder. Gretel wasn't one to really care what she looked like every day, sometimes she envied the beautiful ladies of the court, and would watch them ride by in their fancy carriages and elegant dresses. Especially Snow White, she was the most beautiful of all. She rode through the gates to the stableyard, and saw the men look at her and greet her. Gretel jumped off of Raven, taking his reins, and led him into the barn.

She had untacked him, gently taking off his bridle, and handed them to the stable boy to put away as she started to brush off his black coat. Gently she ran her hand down his neck, along his back, and circled behind him. She reached for a large body brush and gently brushed his coat. She softly sang an old lullaby that she remembered hearing when she was a baby. Raven perked his ears up, and his breathing slowed as he turned his head and looked back at her. She looked at his as she sang to him, and smiled rubbing his nose with her hand.

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It's not that easy (Sherlock) Jan 12, 2013 20:28:29 GMT -5

Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jan 12, 2013 20:28:29 GMT -5

Sherlock was intent on doing something productive. Without Mycroft here to compete with, he had only to challenge himself for wits, and he was going to do it. But he'd be damned, there was so little crime here that he could find anything worth doing. Fairly enough, just about everything bored Sherlock, including most other people, but in a world this big and this new to him, why had nothing caught his eye?

There was no Watson, no violins, and no Moriarty. Why? Why did he have to be left alone to his own (sociopathic) devices? It was in the middle of this train of non-thought that Sherlock found himself in front of one of the few buildings he hadn't yet seen the inside of. It appeared, from the outside, to be a lodging for animals. And so in this time, it would be a stable. Yes indeed. Sherlock made his way inside, his hands tucked in the pockets of his warm trenchcoat, and his green eyes scanned the place quickly, noting all details. He probably shouldn't be here, he knew, but Helas! here he was.

His ears caught a song and then his eyes caught a figure. A woman. Oh, of course. He was impartial to either gender, but sometimes women could get so annoying in ways men could not. He dared not to speak, knowing his social skills to be lacking, but he hoped his strong, tall, and intelligent presence would be enough to catch her attention. He wanted answers, and he wanted someone to tell him where the hell Watson was.

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It's not that easy (Sherlock) Jan 12, 2013 21:31:43 GMT -5

Post by whirleybird86 on Jan 12, 2013 21:31:43 GMT -5

" ...so come dance with me my great prince, and sing me a lullaby of greater things to come.I am alone, and you are the one to take away my sorrows, and make them turn to light..."

She softly sang, but when she turned her head to get a hoof pick she saw a strange figure, and she was startled. She accidently dropped the brush and scrambled to pick it back up. " Oh sorry, you startled me sir, I didn't see you there," said Gretel, and she slightly blushed and walked back to the grooming box to get a hoof pick. She mustn't get flustered, she was tougher than this, besides he wasn't that attractive. See, good reason not to get flustered. She took a deep breath, " I'm Gretel, I work for the king," she said and extended her hand. She gave him a little smile brushed back a little bit of hair.

After they were introduced, she walked back to Raven and continued to gently brush the steed that stood patiently in the crossties. She glanced back over, and saw that he was still standing there. His attire was odd. He wore a trenchcoat, and his clothing didn't seem to look like what the guards or anyone around here would normally wear. " I hope you don't mind me asking, but are you from around here? Are you lost?"

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It's not that easy (Sherlock) Jan 14, 2013 17:55:17 GMT -5

Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jan 14, 2013 17:55:17 GMT -5

Sherlock placed a nervous hand on the back of his neck. No, nervous wasn't the right word... anxious. Lost. Flustered. Things that Sherlock Holmes never was. And he did not feel particularly willing to disclose that information to anyone, especially someone he'd just met. "Pardon me then." he said flatly, his green eyes scouring the place and her for information. He always chose to have the upper hand.

"Gretel," he repeated, stepping a bit forward but wanting still his personal space, which he desired above many other things right now. He extended his hand as he dared. "Sherlock Holmes," he replied, nodding. Good. Now the formalities had been finished and he did not have to flounder with the social parameters of this place, of any place. He hated those ridiculous habits that made one gentlemanly or pariah-like. They were useless in the essence of practicality.

"I am, actually, but not much," he answered cryptically, and did not say else about himself. He liked to keep his own life a subject that was not raised in conversation, and away from the lips of curious onlookers. "But I see you've accustomed well to your situation, given that you know you don't belong here." All the signs pointed to it; by deducting, when there was one answer left, no matter how seemingly impossible, it was his conclusion.