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Post by Morgan on Sept 22, 2020 12:49:32 GMT -6
Sooner or later, they wanted to teach her something else. However, for now, they simply picked theirself up and then started through the gate. They pushed away the thick curtain and took in a deep breath (trying not to continue to feel nauseous in the meantime). The air smelled like festival food- several types of meat and vegetables on sticks, fried things, special fruits. They recognized several types of pie as well- street pie that was well fried probably. Their mouth watered. Cider incident all but forgotten, they opened their eyes and saw a beautiful festival scape. Of course, there were no people, but things were moving on their own- it was a beautiful and strange sight that actually made Morgan quite scared. Whisper didn't seem to see what was wrong, of course, but she obviously smelled all of the food around her, her nostrils flaring as she took in scents.
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Post by Morgan on Sept 22, 2020 13:03:14 GMT -6
It was a beautiful bright wonder tinted in bright white-gold and crimson sunsets. The red leaves filtered dappling light through onto the flat paved stones of the 'street'. All of the little food stalls had interesting curtains in them. It may not be wise to eat food from the mansion right away, but Morgan couldn't help but let their eyes turn into saucers and wonder which piece of food they would get their mitts on first. They wondered what kind of currency the area took. They wished there was something like this in town. They couldn't really keep theirself from wanting to eat everything down the street, even though logically it was a horrid idea. They patted Whisper on the head, and then used their sense of smell to find the first of the little stalls that they wanted to stop at, excitedly wandering. A practical child in a candy store.
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Post by Morgan on Sept 22, 2020 13:13:44 GMT -6
Morgan makes their selections, and sits down upon the row of seats within the little stall that they had found. Beyond the counter, pots and pans moved in the air without being touched. They seemed to wait for a selection. A laminated menu lands in front of Morgan, sliding across the maple wood counters. Morgan takes Whisper out of their pocket and carefully puts her on the table. "Stay." Morgan said, while holding up the hand signal for stay. Whisper looks up with bright amber eyes, and Morgan carefully gives her a treat. "Good girl." They say, simply. It was time to start teaching her to stay, since she already knew some of the other basics, anyway.
Then, Morgan looked at the menu for a moment, trying to decide what to eat. Everything looked absolutely delicious, and they weren't exactly sure how to even pick what they would like the best.
[98] - [Start 'Stay']
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Post by Morgan on Sept 22, 2020 13:29:20 GMT -6
Little Whisper tries to move, after that, and Morgan puts up the hand signal for stay again. Whisper was getting pretty used to hand signals by this time, so she watches Morgan with some interest, trying to figure out what this particular one meant. She stood in place, trying to ascertain the meaning, and Morgan quietly gave her another treat, and then softly praised her. She could tell that praising means that she did a good thing. But what did she do? Whisper ponders this, in her little creature-minded way, though it was quite difficult. It would take a lot more repetition than that, for sure.
Morgan makes a selection, pointing at a little picture of some perfectly pinched steam buns, filled with various different kinds of fillings. As soon as Morgan makes the mental selection, the menu flies up and flutters out form their grip, and a little basket of wood lifts up in the back, behind the counter.
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Post by Morgan on Sept 22, 2020 13:33:32 GMT -6
The little box opened up, and suddenly, a sheet of what looked to be already made dough (though made by hand) was procured, and placed flat down, Incredibly quickly, a few different pots of variously flavored fillings were procured and opened. The little dumplings made themselves, knitting together with an excellent pinch, and then being placed inside of the box. Across the room, a steamer began to heat up, and water was procured. Morgan watches with extreme interest. What was going on again? Some sort of a harvest festival, and Morgan was being served by No One. A year ago, they would have absolutely panicked at such an idea. However, this time they were quite curious- the mansion was... More like a person, or a lot of people, than an object. How strange.
Whisper tried to move on the table again, and Morgan made the hand signal for 'stay'. Then, they gave her a treat when she stayed.
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Post by Nadia on Sept 23, 2020 10:35:39 GMT -6
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Post by Morgan on Sept 23, 2020 12:39:41 GMT -6
Morgan was finding it quite fun to 'train' on the side of doing things. Of course, it was going to take a while for the food to cook, they were sure. They played with Whisper a bit, asking her to come and moving a few seats over, and then asking her to stay using the hand signal, and at first it tripped her up. However, with a lot of work, Whisper began understanding the hand signal for 'stay' meant indeed to stay there. It took a lot of trial and error. The little basket full of dumplings flew over to the steamer once the dumplings were finished and the steamer made a quick sharp noise (that must mean that it was done?) and then it fitted down into the steamer, and a lid closed over the top.
Morgan finally got Whisper to 'stay' on command after having had her 'come' to them, and they made sure to praise her.
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Post by Morgan on Sept 23, 2020 12:48:24 GMT -6
"Good job, Whisper!" They said to her, smiling at her. Whisper rubbed up against one of Morgan's hands, and they remembered to give her a treat. "Y-you did good. Alright-" They murmured, retrieving the treat from a pouch in their pocket. They handed her one of the treats, and patted her on the head. After the tiny runner got her treat and then finished it, the human worked with her more to get her to stay on the hand sign command. Whisper was getting the understanding of it a lot better now, with all of the practice she was having. The buns were steaming across the room, and Morgan spent the rest of the time that it took them to cook repeating the training over and over with the small runner to make sure that she was going to remember it in the long run. Eventually, they were sure she had learned it.
[102] - [End of 'Stay']
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Post by Morgan on Sept 23, 2020 13:00:39 GMT -6
Morgan was wondering, near the end of the training that they had been doing with little Whisper before, what kind of uses she could have as an adult. Morgan had no idea what she was going to grow up to look like, but she was quite a long way away from actually being that... Whatever it was. However, they were sure that she would probably be an excellent messenger, if Morgan wanted such a thing. She probably wouldn't be able to fly (no wings, after all) but she might be good at otherwise doing such things. Maybe they should work on that next? Or perhaps she would be a good hunter. She seemed to prefer meat already, in her regular diet. Perhaps that should be what they do next?
It was kinda hard to figure out what to teach a critter when you had no idea what it was going to wind up being like.
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Post by Morgan on Sept 23, 2020 13:10:00 GMT -6
It wasn't a problem overall, though. Morgan was sure that by the time she grew up, the little one would be ready to learn anything Morgan wanted to throw at her. The buns seemed to finish with a slight 'dinging' sort of noise, and then the basket lifted up, shifted, and landed on top of a freshly procured placemat near Morgan. The buns smelled delicious, and the human had no idea what the different fillings were. Whisper seemed pretty excited for them too, dancing a bit on her place. "You want s-some too?" Morgan asks her, rhetorically of course. They used a fork to pick up one of the buns, and lifted it to take a whiff of it. Whatever was in this one- it smelled partially like meat, and partially like fruit perhaps? But spicy. Mouth watering, the human took a bite out of the steamed bun.
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Post by Morgan on Sept 23, 2020 13:15:14 GMT -6
The flavor was like an explosion. It was certainly spicy (Morgan LOVED spicy) but beneath the spice, there was a fresh fruit flavor, something sweet and tart... Peach, they figured. The meat was most likely bwee, they figured. It was a whiter meat than something like Murp. Morgan could tell that feeding little Whisper this one would not be a good idea, what with the spice, so they went ahead and ate the whole thing (sad that it was gone afterward) and then used the fork to pick up another steamed bun. It was exciting to have so many different kinds of filling- they hoped they would run across one to feed Whisper. The little critter was staying where she was asked to, but she was obviously unhappy about being left out of meal time. Morgan took a bit of this new bun as well, and this time it was more like... Cabbage, perhaps.
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Post by Nadia on Sept 23, 2020 14:17:13 GMT -6
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Post by Morgan on Sept 25, 2020 23:48:56 GMT -6
They weren't entirely sure if Whisper would eat Cabbage. The human was okay with Cabbage, but was pretty sure that they were going to offer this one to Whisper to see if she would eat it. They gently handed that one off to the little runner, and the tiny creature snapped it up in a jiffy, though it was really too big for her mouth at first. Morgan thought about scolding her, but decided not to hurt her feelings or anything like that. "Whisper- goodness, slow down." They murmured to her, gently patting her back after she ate it. It gave her hiccups. After making sure that she was not going to choke, Morgan took the next bun in hand and then brought it to their nose for a quick sniff. This one smelled spicy, almost curry-like. It was very possible that it was curry, actually. Now that was something they'd like!
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Post by Morgan on Sept 25, 2020 23:53:57 GMT -6
While the pair were having a grand old time (or at least Morgan was) eating some strangely procured steamed buns that apparently did not concern Morgan with the making of them (most people with half a mind would have ran screaming, though Morgan had perhaps been out to the mansion enough times to be rather unconcerned with things that would send most individuals running), something began going on outside. Morgan stuffed another of the buns in their mouth, trying to savor the taste, whenever a strange noise began picking up just outside of where the curtain on the stall obscured facial height of anyone that would have probably been standing outside if not for the fact that the mansion was weird and usually abandoned despite apparently having invisible waitstaff. Morgan tries to peer out from their seat, having swiveled on the stool, but no dice. Whisper was hearing it too, though.
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Post by Morgan on Sept 26, 2020 0:15:58 GMT -6
The habit of always looking at the creatures they brought to the mansion to make sure that any strange noise or visual was also sensed by them was a habit that they had picked up in order to keep theirself safe and sane while traveling around the mansion. They were quite running out of time to be here during one of their favorite months (this one, the one celebrating Harvest) and they didn't want to run off on too many wild COD chases while they were trying to enjoy their time. However, they could hear what sounded like the beating of drums and some tinkling, perhaps like bells? It was intriguing. They picked up another of the little steamed buns, figures out that this one was filled with cabbage again, and offers it (this time in pieces that were easier to eat) to the little Runner. Undoubtedly, this would be enough food for her for a while.
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