The Traveler

[EdwardQuinn]

Letting his anger take over, he turned to Elena and began his rant. "For the last time, I am NOT short, I am NOT tiny, and I am NOT SMALL IN STATURE! I'm still growing, so dont make such rude conclusions when you don't even know me!" Taking a deep breath, Ed turned to the villagers, an accusing finger pointing at them. "Any YOU people STOP STARING AT ME!!" Ed huffed to catch his breath and looked wildly at the people in front of him. They were really taking him off...

[elena]

Elena gave the boy an odd look. What in the world was he going on about? "But, Edward Quinn, you are short, small of stature, and tiny. Compared to a female of my stature and build, you are all three of those. I'm sorry to disappoint you, but it seems you may need to accept the reality of your situation." She didn't know why he was so violently denying such an odd thing, but he wasn't a large person. That ws a good thing, not a bad one, of course. Silly boy...

[EdwardQuinn]

Edward lost all sense of sanity. His eyes got huge, and his jaw dropped. "You... YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!?!?!?!?!" Ed stomped his foot and gave her the death glare. "I DARE you to say that again. Go on, SAY IT! TELL ME I'M SHORT!" Ed then promptly ran out of air, forgot how to breath, became dizzy, then flopped to the ground unconscious. This was just not his day... Even in his dreams he was being called short...

[elena]

Elena rubbed the back of her head awkwardly. He was drawing too much attention to them for her liking. They would probably be drawn into the Minister's office to have a chat about his religion and how they did not belong for causing such a ruckus. Kneeling down beside the boy, Elena waved a hand slowly in front of his face. When he didn't respond, she smacked him. Hard. That oughta do it; a good smack was enough to wake most puny humans up. Or so she thought.

[EdwardQuinn]

Edward had the most random dreams ever... what was with the talking horse? "What?" The horse gave him a funny look."You got a problem with me talking?" Edward shook his head vigorously.

"N-no... Not at all, sir... Um... But..." Edward wondered why the strange horse was sitting on a golden throne with a fancy pink crown on his... her head. Was that even possible?

"Siiiilence! You will address me as Your Highness... And furthermore, I am a MA'AM not a sir, so get that through your thick skull soldier!"

"Yes, ma'am, as you say, ma'am!" Without another warning, the horse stood up from her throne and walked over to Edward. Then she promptily slapped Ed across the face.
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Edward sat up and held the side of his face. "Hey! What in the world was that for you--" Ed cut himself short before he said something really bad, when he found himself NOT looking at a horse, but at Elena. "Wait... What just... Where's the horse?"

[elena]

A frown crossed over Elena's face. "Hallucinations? Perhaps we should get you to a doctor... Or I could inject you with some herbs. That's not really, safe though." Elena picked Ed up easily and sat him back on his feet. The crowd had dispersed, thankfully. They should probably leave while it was still an option. "So, what were we going to do, master shortpants?" Feeling the need to be a royal pain in the neck, Elena continued to harass him.

[EdwardQuinn]

Ed sighed in relief. "Thank God... It was just a dream!" Ed laughed at himself, therefore missing Elena's last remark at his shortness. Which, in fact, was probably for the best. Getting all the dirt off of him from the road, Ed looked at her. "I don't really care what we do. As long as it doesn't involve horses, I'll be perfectly fine!" Ed had a new phobia of horses... No way was he risking even the slightest change of him getting slapped by one. A shudder went down his spine at the thought.

[elena]

"What is so wrong with horses? They are perfectly normal creatures. The only reason to be afraid of them would be when you are evil and they sense it. Or something of the sort. They do not really appreciate being slapped on the rump, either." The girl looked at Ed quietly. Why would anyone be afraid of such beautiful creatures? This boy made less and less sense with every word that left his mouth. Elena started walking, looking for something to do. Hopefully when she saw it she'd know it.

[EdwardQuinn]

After a few minutes, Edward began to get a grip of himself. His brain wasn't functioning very well today... After he had realized Elena had started walking again, he hurried to catch up with her. "Well, I'm defiantly not evil, so that's not going to be a problem, and I have no intention of slapping one in the rear future, so I'm set for that too. I guess I've been over reacting a little bit..." Ed sighed and looked around the town. It was a quaint little village, he'd give it that much. He Just wasn't accustomed to people gaining up on him like that. You'd think the villagers would know something about personal space...

[elena]

(Wtf... quaint? Lol, awkwarrrrrrrrrrd)

Elena shrugged awkwardly and looked around. The fountain was pretty... but she was rather hungry... and she rather wanted to be full. Perhaps there was some kind of a diner or inn around here? Walking down along a line of small shops and the like, she finally spotted one that seemed to be a decent place to eat. She smiled slightly and walked inside.

There were a few tables in a small dining room, a separate room in the back. The girl popped a squat in one of the chairs. Maybe someone would notice them...

[EdwardQuinn]

Edward, having no idea where he was going, followed after the elf. When he saw her walking into a resturant, he couldn't help but smile. "Food! Yes! You're my new hero!" Laughing to himself, he walked in the door and sat across from her at the table. He smiled all the while at the mere though of food. He was so hungry... He could just smell it...

[elena]

Elena did not plan on paying for any of this. He was going to. For all the owner's knew, they were on a date. She intended to keep it that way. The waiter came out and looked down at them curiously. He spoke with a heavy accent, one that Elena recognized.

"May I help you?"

Doing her best to keep a straight face, Elena nodded. "My boyfriend and I were just sitting down to dinner. What do you have to eat today?"

"Fish."

[EdwardQuinn]

Ed almost fell over at the mention of boyfriend. He started to say something, but decided better of it and instead reduced himself to pouting with his arm crossed, sitting in his chair. "Fine. Get us fish. And a lot of it." While talking, he kept his eyes locked onto Elena in an intense glare. He made a silent vow to kill her later. Well, at least have a very serious chat with that woman. He was not happy. And now, thanks to her, he was no longer very hungry either... Well, maybe a little. But that was irrelavent. She just ruined his day, that was what mattered.

[elena]

The waiter shrugged and walked off. He'd get them fish, that was for sure...

Elena looked at Ed. "Now look, honey, before you get all angry and tell me how you're not my boyfriend, understand that it gets us a discount. Just because I'm not good enough to be your girlfriend doesn't mean that you can complain about me lying about it, got it? If not, feel free to talk to my secretary. Too bad I fired her. But I do have a complaint box, if you're interested. If not, don't say anything that sounds like a whine, moan, or a complaint, you got me?"

She was planning on enforcing these rules as well. She smiled to herself, thinking about how she could tell him off to make the owner kick him out.

[EdwardQuinn]

Edward growled at her comment. He kept on glaring at her, having no intention on stopping anytime soon. "Really? Was that necessary? I get the discount thing, but seriously. Keep it at a down low okay?" Ed sighed. He didn't ask for any of this... She had another thing coming if she honestly expected that he was going to play along.

Ed was getting tired of sitting there waiting for his food. Finally, the waiter came back with a big plate of fish. "Oh thank God. I thought i was about to die of hunger." Ed smiled and started digging in, not bothering with manners. Who needed 'em anyway?