Character Simplicity: Urt finally gets her paper

Of all the characters I've played, urt has been the most simplistic, and how simplistic she is always shocks me. Most of my characters have these indepth, deeply thought and acted out pasts, and current motivations that equal the 7 deadly sins. But urt (aka Flicka) just enjoys life, and the little things. She's definitely a breathe of fresh air, but at times it's really hard to satisify her becuase most people don't want to RP the little things anymore.

So before I post my log that made the little dark girls day, what's the most simplistic and rewarding RP have you had with your character?

*****RP LOG*****
[19:04] TF Latte has entered chat range.
[19:04] TF Latte: tal sister
[19:04] Flicka Jules looks at him, up then down, "We're not of the same chain, boy"
[19:05] TF Latte: no is true but i beg a boon
[19:05] TF Latte: help me please
[19:05] Flicka Jules folds her arms over her chest, "With what?"
[19:05] TF Latte: away...i must leave this plave
[19:05] Flicka Jules cracks up laughing, "i am not helping you runaway, that's silly."
[19:06] TF Latte: is there a place i can hide?
[19:06] TF Latte looks around
[19:06] Flicka Jules points to all the open buildings, "Take your pick"
[19:06] TF Latte: thank you
[19:06] TF Latte: be well
[19:06] TF Latte has left chat range.
[19:07] Zahladhalia Hendrassen has entered chat range.
[19:07] Zahladhalia Hendrassen: "A thousand greetings."
[19:07] Flicka Jules smiles and points to the boy behind her, "i think you lost something?" she nodded her head, "Tal Mistress"
[19:08] Zahladhalia Hendrassen arches a brow and looks over her shoudler following the dark girl's finger. But her own eyes return abck to the girl . "Not a thing." she mused. "Whatever is one as lovely as yourself doing traversing the wilderness?"
[19:09] Flicka Jules eyes sweep left then right then back to the woman, "Looking around, actually, deliveries to be mades and peoples to sees for trades." she reached down and picked at her mocassin, "Yous hungries or tradings?"
[19:10] Zahladhalia Hendrassen: "Merely an explorer," she said with a theatrical wave of her hand and bow. Her accent, distinctly taharian and with a high cast meter. "I wish you well, lovely one. For I would be loathed to get you in trouble for delying you."
[19:12] Flicka Jules shrugs, "Alrights thens" she was clearly a lowly girl of a peasant, "If ya needs foods, you just tells me." she stood there, procrastinating in her chores, as she had when the woman walked up, "Be carefuls thoughs," she ppoints towards Venna, "High falutenet Frees that ways," to points to Minus, "And mens who dun like dates like yous."
[19:13] Zahladhalia Hendrassen: "Aiwa," Her hands rested on her hips and her chin lifted towards Venna. "A lovely city within. There is a beauty there that rivals the comfortsof Ar. As for Minus..." a chuckle rumbles in her throat. "The men of the village are so nervous, are they not?"
[19:15] Flicka Jules looks towards Venna and scratches her hip, "I's not fond of it, not reallies. Too classys and I might breaks somethings in there and get in trouble," she turned a bit to Minus, "Jumpy, nah, they just sees lots of yous all the times, and is the same whines and yellings, so is understandables." she looked back to the woman, her amber eyes peering her over, "But you's pretties too. I likes yous boots!"
[19:17] Zahladhalia Hendrassen: "You flatter me greatly, Lovely One. What are you called?" Her head tilts to the side sending dark hair falling over her shoulder and down her back. She watches the girl with a friendly smile that seemed both amused and nonthreatening.
[19:18] Flicka Jules somewhat throughs her shoulders back, "I called urt!" she says, "I hunt urts and catches em, then I skins em and the pelts are solds!" she seemed rather excited and proud of her tasks, "Among other things of course, but yeah, I
[19:18] Flicka Jules: I'm called urt.
[19:20] Zahladhalia Hendrassen: "The most lovely Urt I have seen. You flatter the villiage of minus with your dedication of duty and . Is that what brought you out here? Hunting little urts to sell?"
[19:21] Flicka Jules shook her head, "Wells I was looking for flowers and berries, and just takins my times backs. I mainly hunts the urts in the village or in a city so the Free Womens dun screams like little girls, and I not alloweds to sells em, my Mastar does that." she blushed realizing the woman had been complimenting her, "Ya knows, yous pretty nice too, with nice words, how comes?"
[19:24] Zahladhalia Hendrassen takes abreath and hooks her thumbs on the strings of her belt and lets out a sigh. "That is a tale , one longer than that of a larl's but no less dangerous. For it holds secerts and knowledge that cannot yet be known. However ..." a finger lifts hammering home this important point of her origins. "...It is enough to know that I, like many huntresses, where once something else. Myself of a azure cast who found herself among the wild women."
[19:26] Flicka Jules little face brightens up and her lips curl to an O figure, she was mesmerized, and frankly had once been enamored by the wild women, "You was of the the azure caste!" she said like she knew what it meant, and too afriad to ask just yet, "So they has castes in the forests?" she was hooked, she loved stories, or anything that just held her attention.
[19:29] Zahladhalia Hendrassen 's full lips pull into a broad smile. "In a manner of speaking," a chuckle passed her lips and she pushed her hair back from her face. "I lived in a faraway city of golden sands and rolling golden dunes in all directions. Here, I was born into a caste of scribes. Known as the Blue Castes without the rest of gor. "
[19:31] Flicka Jules folds her arms over her chest loosely, as she will when she was listening intently, "Oh....the Tahari!" she squealed, "I heards abouts that, but hasn't been there's yets." she rattles on," We dun has castes in the wagon camps, though we has chores and stuffs to take cares ofs.....I guess my famiies woulds have been animal care takers....if that's a caste." she diverts her attention back to the woman, "So you can writes, being of the scribe caste?" this interested her greatly.
[19:35] Zahladhalia Hendrassen: "The Wagon Camps. I have only visited once. I was enamoured by tapestries spun and by those who lived within," Her attentions turned off towards the wilderness thinking back to her one adventure. "Aiwa, I know a few words here and there"
[19:36] Flicka Jules grins, "Can you writes my names, if I says its?" she stared at her intently, so many questions to ask and conversations to have, "I was supposed to get my name on a paper, but Mastar keeps saying when he's readies, and it's been years now. I think he says that to shuts me ups," she shifted her amber eyes from the woman, to the wilderness, then to the trading post, "i can fetches a paper and something to write with, and make you a basket, or hunt an urt" she nodded her head hopefully.
[19:38] Zahladhalia Hendrassen: "I would be honored to do such a thing for you, Lovely One." Her eyes closed and she gave a small nod in agreement. She was a woman of calm demeanor who still believed that knowledge was a thing many should enjoy. Hersey among many others she knew with her talents.
[19:40] Flicka Jules holds up both her hands like a stop sign, "Then you stays right heres, I go fetch so you dun get caught!" she spun on a booted foot and sprinted through the wilds to the trading post in hunt for a piece of paper and a writing utensil.
[19:40] Zahladhalia Hendrassen has left chat range.
[19:40] Infirmary Door: Flicka Jules opens the door with a creak..
[19:41] Zahladhalia Hendrassen has entered chat range.
[19:42] Flicka Jules came running out like a screaming tabuk, the paper waving in her one hand and a writing utensil in the other, "i has it!" she yelled as she came up closer, "From the physicians office!" she held it out to her, her amber eyes wide with excitement
[19:43] Zahladhalia Hendrassen stands up again as the woman returns. She smiles tenderly and nods in greeting. "Ah! Lovely One." She smiled and accepted the items. "What is the name you wish me to transcribe? 'Urt' ?"
[19:43] Flicka Jules shakes her head, "No, Flicka, please" she said almost quietly, it was her true name, and she kind of blushed saying it out loud as she watched the woman.
[19:46] Zahladhalia Hendrassen: "Lovely name. Much more fitting a girl whose beauty is like the setting sun." she lowered herself to a courch and retrieved from her pouch a small book. One she used to so often draw maps on when scouting. The paper was placed atop it for support.
[19:47] Flicka Jules stepped closer to watch her studiously, she had been waiting for this moment since the idea of putting her name on a piece of paper was presented to her years ago, it was as if the little dark girl truly did exist in the vast world of Gor, her lips quivered as she smiled.
[19:49] Zahladhalia Hendrassen she rested on her haunches and revealed also form that pouch a small vial. Attached to it a feather with a capped tip. that was removed so that the pen could be dipped into the vial. Excess ink wiped away. "Flicka ..." she whispered the name sounding it out. Then, letter by letter, she name began to be drawn across the paper.
[19:51] Flicka Jules little heart pounded within her chest, she had no words or movements that could express her emotions as she saw each letter scrawled onto the parchment, the way her name sounded from the womans lips to the way she crafted it in ink, the dark girls world was solely wrapped up in this one very moment that marked her existence.
[19:55] Zahladhalia Hendrassen looked down over the writing making sure it was neat and even. That all the leters were the same six and carefully linked so that small lines at the end of each letter flowed on into the other. Her hand was ornate and prone to extra loops and curls. Her lips pursed and she carefully and gently blew over the ink to dry it and not make the liquid bounce around too much.
[19:58] Flicka Jules purrred as she watched, her voice a whisper, "That's my name?" she was in awe, the way the woman looped and flowed the letters, to how she was careful to dry the ink, she never knew so much was involved, and perhaps why this had been such a big deal for her. She briefly touched the paper above her name with the pointer finger, "Is pretties" she cooed in near breathelessness. "Thank you Mistress." perhaps it was fitting such a strong woman in nature was the one to gift the girl with her name on paper.
[20:01] Zahladhalia Hendrassen: "This is the name of your heart, Flicka. A word as unique as she who bares it. She offered the page to the girl with a friendly smile. "You are very welcomed."
[20:01] Flicka Jules took the paper and stared at it a moment before carefully folding it and sliding it insider her boot, "And yous, what cans I does for yous for writing my name?"
[20:04] Zahladhalia Hendrassen: "Only live happily," she collected her things. Frist carefully cleaning her pen to make sure that it wouldn't gunk up. She helt it up studying the tip the way a warrior would their sword. "I am not a huntress who bares any animosity towards women who are slaves. Every woman must follow her heart. Follow yours as well."
[20:06] Flicka Jules nods her head watching her, "I does, I promises!" she smiled to the woman, genuinely as she cared for her items expertly.
[20:07] Zahladhalia Hendrassen once the pen was clean it was capped and put away along with the small book. "I should return to the wilderness, dear flicka. May your have a safe journey home and I have been honored by having your audiance."
[20:07] Flicka Jules waves to her, "And yous too Mistress, I am happies to have mets yous! And hopes to agains." she was touched, and fulfilled by the wild woman.
[20:08] Zahladhalia Hendrassen smiles , then dashes off into the wilderness untilher form becomes one with the wild.