Where We Belong [End]

[Momo]

Ursula grinned widely and gave a playful shrug of her shoulders. “I don’t know, at least that’s interesting. I’m from a long line of Yarrows.” She had constantly been reminded of this fact when she was little, as if it was something to be proud of. Nowadays it struck her as a pretty close-minded practice. “Not of diversity there,” she added, chuckling.

The Yarrow raised one of her eyebrows. To be completely honest, she didn’t really keep track of the royals unless there was intriguing about them, which meant that the only thing she knew about the Queen of Diamonds was that he was an old sparrow. It made him all the more entertaining to think he could somehow be related to a crime family. “We’ll have to keep a lookout for particularly sketchy individuals, then,” she joked, casting a dubious glace over to the pack of canines.

Surprisingly, she wasn’t any good with serious stuff like this – or maybe it was natural the way she smiled and laughed and forgot that part of herself. Perhaps that was what she was supposed to do. She didn’t know, and either way she was relieved to move onto more enjoyable subjects.

“Sure,” she answered happily. “Do you have an epic to recite for me?” Ursula teased genially.

[Kari Muffin]

Rosemary gave the woman a rather wicked looking smirk. "An epic? Is that all. Of course I have epics. Ones concerning the nightmareish wars and the heroes who rose above the crowd. The Queens and Kings who saved the suits, and the others who destroyed them. I know plenty of that boring stuff."

She waved a paw before she grabbed her glass and tilted it backwards. The wolf-squirrel downed the rest of the alcohol without so much as taking a breath. She set down the empty glass and gave the fox another grin.

"Diversity. I have a good story about that. A beautiful story about an awkward and sweet Highlander prince, the lovely Yarrow Maiden that helped him woo a sweet heart from the realm of Esterberry. Does that sound like an interesting story to you? I'm sure I have another one under my non-existent top hat of wonders." Her tail wagged a bit.

[Momo]

Ursula shook her head, a movement that was extremely exaggerated on account of the amount of alcohol in her system. Those drinks had a habit of sneaking up on a person, didn’t they? “Oh, no! I was only joking, please keep those legends for someone who’d actually understand them!” Between her increasingly drunken mind and an attention span that tended to be on the short side, the Yarrow was definitely not the target audience for such a narrative.

Looking at the other drink made her thirsty. “I’ll have a glass of whatever’s cheapest, I think,” she giggled at the bartender as he wandered by. It was time to rein it in; she only had so much money.

“Ooo,” she murmured. “If it has a pretty Yarrow character how can I say no?” Although it struck her as a little humorous to think that someone from the Gardens would be willing to help a male win fair lady. No doubt she was a better person that Ursula herself was.

[Kari Muffin]

Rosemary gave a goofy smile as she straightened up. She cleared her throat as she began the little tale. "Why would a Highland boy get along with a Yarrow Maiden who was swore that all males were lower creatures? The pair of them had met when they were young and bright eyed children. The curious Yarrow bird and wandered away from her mother while she was on business. She had gotten lost in the beautiful Highlands and was alone when a young boy--a bipedal fox had stumbled up on her.

Without a second thought the boy dropped what he was doing to help the poor lost bird. And thanks to his determination and a good bout of luck, they were able to find her panicked mother. Though they parted ways the girl remembered the kindness that he showed.

So years later when the crossed paths again thanks to their families she didn't hesitate to help him. The Highlander didn't want to marry the bride that had been chosen for him by the match maker. He simply wanted to woo the beautiful Esterberry maiden who he had come upon in his travels. When he explained this to the Yarrow Maiden she came up with a brilliant plan. She would be the messenger to woo her...."

She took a deep breath. "Are we good so far?"

[Momo]

Ursula nodded absentmindedly to the bartender as he slid down what appeared at first glance to be urine. She sniffed it adventurously; no, it was some sort of beer, although of what quality she wouldn’t dare guess. Eh, you get what you pay for, the fox decided as she brought the glass to her lips.

She turned her attention fully to the story, which was surprisingly sweet, despite being completely improbable. Ursula wasn’t the most romantic of creatures though, so that might’ve had something to do with her reaction. That and the idea of having a male childhood friend – that was stuck firmly between hilarious and sickening.

Her smile grew and she wagged her tail eagerly. “Uh huh. Please continue,” she said before taking another sip. “I just hope it doesn’t end tragically,” the Yarrow drawled, although in all honesty the happiest ending for her would be if the two girls ran away together. That was the way it was supposed to work. The thought made her chuckle, but she quickly stifled it.

[Kari Muffin]

Rosemary raised an eyebrow. All right. Maybe she should take it up a notch.

"The Esterberry, in truth... was quite the bitch. What would you expect from an Esterberry? She refused every advance, and every sweet nothing. Every sweet message that was given to her was thrown in the fire. The Yarrow Maiden was rather furious that her kind friend was being stepped on. Where did this bitch get the gal to treat him like crap when a Yarrow was showing him sympathy. She expressed her frustration to her friend, only to find that like a normal man he didn't listen.So she took matters in her own hands. The proper hands.With a smile and a cheerful song she delivered the beautifully written love letter to the Esterberry. Wooing her in her own fashion she won the woman's heart. The Esterberry was hanging on every sweet nothing that the Yarrow Maiden whispered. So then she arranged a "proper" woman for her sweet male friend. A meek little Highlander who would listen to the Yarrow's requests. And so she pulled on the heart strings of the Esterberry and Highlander leading them along until the day of marriage.

The wedding was beautiful. For both the Highlander and the Esterberry. People gathered from miles away. But there the Esterberry waited on the alter for her Yarrow husband. And there the Highlander waited for his bride.

Do you know what happened? Besides the pair of them not showing up?"

[Momo]

Ursula giggled. She knew a few people from Esterberry; they were incredibly smart, geniuses really, but if she was unromantic the fox didn’t know what they’d be called. Callused, for lack of a better word. She knew for certain that ‘cold’ or ‘reserved’ didn’t quite cut it.

She continued to listen, pressing her lips firmly together to create a smirk that was often employed to keep herself from laughing. This was a story as old as time, wasn’t it? She was having a fun time – more fun, come to think of it, than she had had in a damn long time. And who would’ve thought that would be possible in a gross place like this?

She laughed now though, and shrugged carelessly. “Oh, I could guess, but I wouldn’t want to ruin the ending, it’s pretty cute so far. And so very true to how a Yarrow would act,” she added happily. “I was thinking along the lines of an elopement, maybe? Those always seem en vogue.”

[Kari Muffin]

Rosemary chuckled. "Something far better than that!" The canine mix shifted in her seat, pushing her glass away as it was being filled. Some of the liquor spilling, to the bartender's dismay.

"You see she left a letter to the pair of them. The Esterberry girl opened hers first in all her fury, and was shocked to read the contents. It simply read that she had run away with someone far more noble and prettier than the Esterberry could dream of.

And she stormed off to the rich Highland boy as soon as she was able. He read his note shortly after the failed ceremony. And tears came to his eyes. The wonderful Yarrow he had grown up with, the one he had failed to listen to had run away with his very own mother."

Rosemary let out a snort as she batted the bartender away. He stormed off leaving her drink half full. "So the moral of the story is don't take your friends for granted. Or quite simply, Don't mess with a Yarrow because she'll tear your manhood off."

[Momo]

Ursula giggled and took another generous gulp, feeling a little light-headed. Well, she hadn’t exactly reached her limit, but she was done. And to think that she had been planning on having a quick drink before making her way back to the run-down apartment she was renting in the city. Well, she was always more of a go-with-the-flow type of girl anyway.

She nearly slid off her chair, she was laughing so hard, no longer mindful that there were other patrons in the bar. A few people looked up and narrowed their eyes at her, but she didn’t pay them any attention. Suits, some people just didn’t know how to have a good time.

Through her laughter she managed to say, “That’s how it’d be too, we’re a dangerous bunch if you’ve got something swinging between your legs. Although Highlanders aren’t really my taste,” she added with a smirk. The ones she she knew were too entitled by far.

[Kari Muffin]

Rosemary cackled at the laughter and the comment. Honestly. This Ursula character was pretty cool. And to top it off she had a sense of humor most people didn't have... lately anyway.

"I'll keep that in mind. Good thing all the Highlanders in my family are women." She smirked before tapping her paw on her drink. She had very little left, so she might as well finish it off. Tilting her head back she gulped down the last of the nasty liquid.

She shuddered when she put the glass down. Maybe she should part ways while they were both in good humor? She didn't want to ruin the perfect moment though. Screw it. Screw the moments. And screw timing. She never used to worry about crap like that.

"So if you wanna hear anymore stories about Yarrow victories, I have plenty. But I'm getting kind of woozie to be honest. Might need to check out," Rosemary snorted. It really had been a while since she had alcohol.