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Post by Dr. David Q. Dawson on Mar 13, 2009 18:53:32 GMT -5
Dr. David Q. Dawson made his way through the crowds in Main Street U.S.A., narrowly avoiding having his tail trodden on more than once. He sincerely hoped that he kept his tail intact. It was his favorite part of his body. It was so useful for a doctor to have a very flexible tail. Taking the tail in his hands in the hopes of protecting the precious appendange from any further damage that was possible.
Finding a safer corner, the plump mouse pulled out his spectacles and the map that had somehow remained safely tucked under his arm. Perhaps he would find someplace to eat before he braved the streets of this place again. His stomach was growling slightly, so he began looking around for either a restaraunt or a kind soul that would help.
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Post by esmeralda on Mar 13, 2009 19:11:26 GMT -5
Esmeralda was walking down the street, when she saw a round little mouse making his way through the crowd. She studied him with interest. He was dressed like a doctor, and seemed to have the equipment of a doctor as well. Esmeralda studied the mouse as he was pulling out a map, studying it. Since he needed a map around here, he was new. She heard the growling from his stomach, and knew he was using his map to find a restaurant.
With a smile, Esmeralda approached him gently.
"Excuse me sir, but the best restaurant around here is The Red Bull, just around the corner. They sell excellent food there."
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Post by Dr. David Q. Dawson on Mar 13, 2009 19:23:41 GMT -5
Dawson leapt in surprise, dropping his bag and map in his amazement. Looking up to see who had spoken, he was greeted by a very lovely dark-skinned and dark-haired girl with brilliant eyes.
"Why thank you, my dear," he said, once more adjusting his glasses as he looked at the girl more intently. "Dr. David Q. Dawson at your service. And whom do I have the honor of thanking for this friendly bit of advice?"
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Post by esmeralda on Mar 13, 2009 20:48:03 GMT -5
Esmeralda smiled warmly and looked down at the friendly mouse. She had been through one of her worst days ever since she came through the park, and his friendliness made her day, even if she couldn't tell him without getting too personal.
"My name is Esmeralda," she said quietly. "I am a gypsy from Paris in France. This goat is my best friend Djali."
There was something sad in her voice, as if she recently had been through something too painful to talk about.
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Post by Dr. David Q. Dawson on Mar 13, 2009 20:52:32 GMT -5
Dawson took off his hat and bowed politely, smiling kindly at the girl and her four-legged friend. The goat may cause a problem if Dawson wasn't careful to stay out of the way of those hooves.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, my dear," he said sincerely.
That was when he noticed a sort of sadness in the girl's eyes. Always a kind-hearted soul, Dawson never liked to see anyone sad or unhappy in anyway. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a handkerchief--which was sadly too small for the girl--and offered it to her.
"Are you feeling quite all right, my dear?" he asked.
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Post by esmeralda on Mar 13, 2009 21:05:29 GMT -5
((Awwww, Dawson, the image of Esmeralda using Dawson's tiny handkerchief was so cuuuuute! *melts* )) Esmeralda smiled warmly - and a bit touched when the tiny mouse offered her his tiny handkerchief, to wipe her tear away. Not wanting to hurt his feelings, she gently accepted it and wiped away a teardrop from her cheek, before gently wringing the water out of it. She gave him a trembling smile as she offered him his handkerchief back. "Thank you, Monsieur. You are a kind man. I wish I could say that I feel quite all right - but I'd be lying if I told you so." Djali noticed the tiny doctor trying to avoid his hooves and bent down with his head, offering the doctor a ride if he wanted to sit on him instead of walking in the streets.
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Post by Dr. David Q. Dawson on Mar 13, 2009 21:12:56 GMT -5
Accepting his handkerchief back, Dawson folded it and placed it back in his pocket, watching the girl closely with a kind smile.
"I certainly hope that you will trust me enough to let me know what troubles you, my dear," he said as he lightly pat the finger that she had held out to offer him back his handkerchief. "I do try my best to help those I can, after all."
Dawson was a little taken aback by the goat lowering its head in an offer to allow the mouse to ride. Remembering the heart-attack-inducing rides on Toby's back, Dawson was more than a little cautious as he clambered up onto the goat's head, clutching one of the horns tightly.
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Post by esmeralda on Mar 13, 2009 21:20:11 GMT -5
Esmeralda smiled and held her hand discreetly near Dawson as he climbed up on Djali, ready to catch him if he should fall. But Djali lifted Dawson as gently as if he was made of the finest china.
When Dawson asked Esmeralda about her problem she smiled sadly again and looked at him with her emerald eyes.
"Thank you kindly, Doctor Dawson, but I don't think there is a cure for a broken heart."
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Post by Dr. David Q. Dawson on Mar 13, 2009 21:24:16 GMT -5
"Hmmm," Dawson mused as he settled himself more firmly on the goat's head. "That is a very difficult problem to fix. I am afraid that medicine has no cure for that, but perhaps nature does. Who is to know."
He smiled kindly at the girl and patted her hand again, as that was really the only soothing moaction that he could do for her. As a mouse, he could not exactly wrap an arm around a human girl's shoulders to comfort her. Though it would be very nice if he could. Any sort of comfort that could be offered was always better than nothing for someone who was suffering.
"Though perhaps," he said with a smile. "We could further discuss this over something to eat? It is rather to think on an empty stomach."
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Post by esmeralda on Mar 13, 2009 21:44:04 GMT -5
Esmeralda shook her head and looked at the doctor.
"No, nature has no cure for that either. I know every herb and plant there is in the nature. There is none who can help me. I have tried everything, except drinking poison, which would cure it permanently."
Even now, in her deepest depression, there was a dark streak of humor in her words. The little pat on her hand made her smile. She needed all the friendliness she could get right now.
"I can follow you to the restaurant, Monsieur Dawson. But I can't follow you inside. The owners don't allow gypsies to enter."
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Post by Dr. David Q. Dawson on Mar 13, 2009 21:48:54 GMT -5
"Death is no way to solve our problems, my dear," Dawson said kindly. "I have been to war and seen many things, but never once have I ever dreamed that death would make those memories fade."
Then she mentioned gypsies not being allowed in the restaraunt. While Dawson could understand why people would dislike gypsies, there were exceptions to every rule. A frown caused his mustache to twitch slightly.
"That is most unfortunate," he muttered. "Is there any restaraunt that has outdoor seating? Perhaps that will solve at least that problem."
He held tight to the horn of Djali, just to ensure that if the goat moved he would not be thrown off.
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Post by esmeralda on Mar 13, 2009 21:58:20 GMT -5
Esmeralda smiled again when Dawson spoke of war.
"I know Doctor. I come from the 14 century Paris. War was not strange to us either. If I learned anything at all, it was that nobody ever wins a war. The losses are too severe for those who are concerned. I am not speaking only of materials but also of lives."
She smiled and lowered her voice.
"I know how to patch up all kinds of cuts and scratches. I can assist in childbirth and remove bullets and arrows from a body. I can cure all kinds of sickness with potions and tea from my herba and plants. But I have yet to learn how to cure a heartache."
Esmeralda thought over Dawson's question, then she smiled.
"Well, if we go to "The Dancing Gypsy" we get good gypsy food, and music and dancing from my people when we dine."
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Post by Dr. David Q. Dawson on Mar 13, 2009 22:05:53 GMT -5
"That sounds lovely right now," Dawson said with a smile. "Gypsy food would actually be very nice. THough I am hungry enough that anything would sound good right about now. Only...I do hope you will tell this animal to not jostle me on the way," he added, looking down at Djali's head beneath him. "I have rather a problem with heights and riding on four-legged animals."
No matter how fond of Basil Dawson was, that deuced dog, Toby was not someone that Dawson was on the best of terms with.
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Post by esmeralda on Mar 13, 2009 22:13:04 GMT -5
Esmeralda smiled and looked over at Dawson.
"I will make sure you get something really good. Our food can be a bit strong if you're not used to it, but I will take care of you so you get the food spiced just right. During the dinner, there will be some cute female dancers there. They are the daughters of the house and I was the one who taught them how to dance."
She smiled when she heard the kind doctor's little problem and looked over at Djali.
"Djali, carry Doctor Dawson nicely," she said softly to him.
Immediately Djali started walking softly and carefully, trying not to jostle Dawson off. Esmeralda gave Dawson a warm smile.
"Better?" She asked gently.
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Post by Dr. David Q. Dawson on Mar 13, 2009 22:19:23 GMT -5
"Much better, my dear," Dawson said with a smile. "And don't worry about the spices. I served in Afghanistan for years, after all. It was very spicy food there, and I must say that I developed a taste for it. And dancing is very lovely entertainment. You must be a talented dancer yourself to be able to teach these girls."
Dawson was very curious naturally, so to learn more about Esmeralda and her culture was a very welcome opportunity.
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