Myfanwy
Maps? Where we're going we don't need maps
Sun Sep 17, 2017 16:32
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The boy joined her at the table, which made Myfanwy smile wider, although then he took a cheeseburger, and her expression fell a little. She couldn’t stop people from eating meat, and she didn’t really ever try to, because everyone was free to make their own choices (at least in some countries, and this was one of them), but she would always answer people in great deal if they ever asked about her diet or why they might want to consider eating a vegan diet. She did want to inform people to better look after the planet, but she didn’t want to be that person who gave everyone unwanted lectures every time they picked up a cheeseburger. Even so, the so-called food just made her think of cattle markets and slaughterhouses. She shuddered involuntarily.

“Of course it’s still a cookie,” she laughed a little at the stranger’s question. “Well sometimes I call them snackjacks which works better with what flapjack are in Wales,” she said, unblinkingly. “Flapjacks here seems to just be pancakes, I don’t get it, but anyway, these are tasty.” she shook the bag a little, still holding it out for him to take one. “I use sunflower spread instead of butter, and rice flour, and oats for texture, and apple juice and raisins for sweetness. They’re planet friendly.” She didn’t immediately go into details of why she had selected these ingredients over others, but she certainly would if he gave her the slightest invitation. She liked to prove that life could be enjoyable without causing any harm to the planet. Admittedly the denim dungarees she was wearing might originally have been produced in a factory, but Cledan had bought them preowned from a charity shop years ago, so Myffi was at least their third owner, which reduced their carbon footprint per consumer. The roll-neck top worn beneath was certified fairtrade, organic cotton, which she had dyed half red and half green, with each sleeve being a different colour. She was also wearing her usual array of friendship bracelets and round, rose-gold-coloured spectacles, but her shoulder-length dark hair had a slight red tint when she moved; she’d used some natural henna-based dyes to colour it over midterm. She was gearing up to dying it more interesting shades with Holland’s help.

“Go on, try one,” she shook the bag again. Whether he took one or not, Myffi would then take another cookie for herself and start nibbling it around introductions. “I’m Myfanwy,” she said, “but everyone here calls me Myffi.” Mostly because she had suggested it to them. She thought she had outgrown the nickname but she was starting to like it again. “You’re new here, aren’t you?” she was almost a hundred percent sure but it never hurt to be certain. “I just started here this year myself.”

  • Do you have a map? - Nolan, Sun Sep 17 15:10
    Nolan sat down. The movement was a little awkward, because prosthetics were designed specifically to malfunction at inopportune moments. His leg didn’t malfunction per se, but even with the... more
    • Maps? Where we're going we don't need maps - Myfanwy, Sun Sep 17 16:32
      • Where are we going? - Nolan, Mon Sep 18 01:42
        “ Of course it’s still a cookie, ” the girl said, and then listed several things that did not sound like cookie ingredients. Well, okay, oats and raisins made sense. Rice and sunflowers, not so much. ... more
        • There's no knowing where we're going - Myffi, Mon Sep 18 05:59
          She beamed when he seemed to enjoy the cookie, although he was adamant that it wasn’t a cookie. Myffi chuckled lightly as she acquiesced, “Fine, snackjacks it is.” She left the paper bag open on the... more
          • A map would help with that - Nolan, Mon Sep 18 12:54
            While Myffi was talking about RMI, Nolan continued eating his cheeseburger. It was good, but it would’ve been better with deep-fried pickles. Or just normal pickles. Nolan didn’t see any on the table ... more
            • Apparently Myffi had been ambiguous. She’s meant to ask Nolan about why he’d come to RMI, not whether he habitually rode a broomstick. It was totally useful information to have about a person of... more
              • They were now off the subject that led down a road toward him talking about his fratricidal family, and on a road that meant he got to talk about his horses. Good. “It’s the same principle as normal... more
                • The undiscovered parts might be better - Myffi, Wed Sep 20 14:22
                  “That’s a lot of horses,” Myffi understated. She couldn’t even imagine how big this ranch was, but forty horses was a lot of horses, especially for ones with wings, because, well, they were bigger.... more
                  • We’ll have to be explorers - Nolan, Fri Sep 22 09:58
                    “Nah, we just use boundary spells. They go up about five miles above the ranch. So the horses can fly around all they want in the borders but the air gets, like, thicker if they try to leave without... more
                    • I'm in - Myffi, Sun Sep 24 11:41
                      Myffi was relieved to discovered that winged horses didn't need their wings clipped to stay in a ranch. She'd never considered boundary charms, but then she'd never had a reason to. You had to be... more
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