<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6d/D1Dfb6tFfIBP.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Aletta Emelda Maria Sanchez (aka Letty) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200832.msg9815927#msg9815927)<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>none<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 13th, 1877<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Gates Ranch<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Walter Sinnett and Donkey, some chickens and a goat or two   :D<br/>*wearing (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/2122639L1uzeeRM.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Letty let her head roll to the side as Walter chose to paint a rather vivid picture of the backside of a horse. She scrunched up her nose with obvious distaste, not at all happy to have that image floating about her head. <strong>”Are you telling me that I smell like the back end of a horse?”</strong> holding out her arm she waved it under his nose <strong>”sniff my arm… there is nothing but good clean sweat.”</strong> She waved it about as if daring him to sniff her skin, as she was positive that she smelled nothing like the business end of a beast...any beast. <br/><br/>Dark eyes met his as Walter spoke of the goat and its skill or lack there of when it came to the sense of smell. Her lips twitched as he complimented her… sort of, causing her to removed the arm she had been waving in a dare. <strong>”Well… that is true”</strong> she replied as she broke into a wider smile. <strong>”But I do not think she would hold that against you. We are not competing for a date.”</strong> <br/><br/>Letty was pretty sure an animal didn’t think twice about a persons looks. They were much more likely to pick up a smell, or a sense of danger. Walter might have put off the silly goat out of fear than good or bad looks. <strong>”And I do not cheat senor, I am what they say...a straight line? No, that is not the saying…”</strong> Letty nibbled her bottom lip for a moment before snapping her fingers. <strong> AY YA!  Arrow! I am a straight arrow.. si?”</strong> She always felt a small accomplishment when she was able to pick out the correct words in English. <br/><br/>However, throughout the time that Letty was struggling to put the correct words to her thoughts Walter had been off in a daydream of his own. One of which, had Letty been privy to, she might have attempted to slug him again, or prick him with the fork. Instead she turned confused eyes towards her companion and cocked her head to one side. <strong>”Bounce? I suppose so, some… my sister and I would have splash fights. There could have been bouncing. Why?”</strong> The question was out of her mouth before she could swallow it. Shaking her head, Letty withdrew the question as quickly as she could. <strong>”One second thought, do not bother telling me why. Something tells me that I do not want to know.”</strong> <br/><br/>Instead of answering the question Walter chose to explain more about London, and the working of the city that she had never seen in her life. From the way it was described Letty was pretty sure she would never want to see it either. <strong>”London does not sound like a good place to live. Bodies in the rivers? Washing only when it rains and hoping not to be murdered in the holes in the ground? I would not have survived. Maybe my family farm was not so bad, si?”</strong> All of her life she had wanted something better, it was only now that Letty was starting to realize that she might have had something better and had simply not appreciated it. <br/><br/><strong>”What made you come?”</strong> asked Letty suddenly. She turned onto her side so that she was curled almost against him on the bed of straw. Her sudden curiosity about this stranger was growing with every passing minute. He was interesting to say the least. She could only hope that his good mood would remain and her questions wouldn’t annoy him. </div>