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[color=6E8E67]Location:[/color] Sharon, Shalador[/center][hr][hr]

She should have been less shocked at the vehemence of Thom's reaction.  She'd seen it more times than she'd like to count.  It was what her kind did to other, it would seem.  She put an exaggerated pout on her face and reached up to pat the wild mess of brambles she called hair.  [color=6E8E67]"Do I look that bad?"[/color] she joked softly.  Despite Mikhail and Jandar's assurances that she was of a different sort, she knew it would do nothing to assuage the fears that were rooted deeply in the child's heart.  [color=6E8E67]"Jandar, Bellinar, would you be so kind as to set about getting us a nice fry-up started?  It is nearly the morning so we should be leaving soon enough as it is.  A little breakfast for everyone would be a grand way to start the day.  See if you can roust the other please."[/color]  She turned her attention back to the boy.

Cocking her head to the side she surveyed both him and the dog.  She then looked toward Mikhail and silently did the only thing she could think of doing to potentially calm the frantic pair down.  Her soft, white gold eyes settled over Thom's blue ones and she gave the biggest, broadest, crookedest smile she could muster.  Fatima lifted both hands into the air and performed a passable front flip.  Not as graceful as she would have liked but certainly nothing to sneeze at.  She turned toward the boy and bowed.  Her bow went lower and lower to the ground until she did a roll, flopping onto her back with a very un-lady-like [color=6E8E67]"Mmmph,"[/color] as she had just about knocked the wind out of herself.  To end up on the ground had been her intention.  To do it so hard, not so much.


Fatima sat up, rubbing her lower back and wincing.  [color=6E8E67]"It's been a lot longer than I'd like to admit since I did any clowning about.  What do you think?  Was it satisfactory?"[/color]  Hopefully, that would put him at ease.  Dirt all over her back and bum, her hair a crazy bird's nest and she was now in a position lower than he.  And if there was one thing she knew about bored little boys, it was that they all managed to somehow be spectacular little gymnasts.  Or at least they all thought they were.  This would make her less scary... right?  But then again, the Queens had a way of drilling the fear of... well... Queens into people.