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Post by Vyn on Jul 5, 2010 23:47:23 GMT -5
Some days, Tybalt felt on top of the world... other days... well, he felt like he was rolling in the gutters with a pack of Lowland rats. He was nothing to so many people, just a two, almost an ace, and a Club. Not that he had anything against being a Club, but he was so bloody sick of the struggle. Today, he was scrounging up some money. Dad only handed out a weekly allowance, everything else he wanted he had to earn himself. Good work ethic, or something. Probably closer to teaching him how to better interact with people despite their colorful array of ways to hate him. Bloody Kings and their weird 'tests'. Whatever, here he was and he was going to make some money. Thanks to his sister they had a little business idea going that would hopefully score them a great deal of extra cash... if these stubborn conservatives would just budge and try Lethe's creations! A flash of color strolling by pulled him out of his thoughts and he perked up, tail wagging with excitement he didn't really feel. "Hey there! Would you like to buy some fruit? I've got anything you could ever dream of and somethin' in between, promised to be unlike anything you've had before. I've got strawberry-bananas and orange-mangos! Try our cherry-pineapples, they're the best you'll ever taste!"Only once he'd finished his eager spiel did he actually pay any attention to who exactly he'd sprung out in front of. Immediately his eyes widened slightly and he attempted to keep his ears from plastering back. They were luckily a Club, but far less lucky was the fact that She very much appeared to be Yarrow. Crap. He really was born to fail. |
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Post by Indigo on Jul 20, 2010 18:49:29 GMT -5
((I know this took like...a small eternity, orz x a billion. D: ))  Lilias wasn't one to frequent the Capital, preferring the quiet refinement of her homeland to the hodge-podge of Suits, Ranks, and Realms that made up the place even on the best days. It wasn't any particular shyness or self-consciousness about her own social standing, but being a Yarrow led to so many assumptions, many of them true. In her opinion, proper decorum would be respect for her beliefs - and the wide berth and placid respect from men she so deserved. Unfortunately, some upstart from the other realms often saw that soft pastel coloring and took it as some sort of challenge. Now, on her way to the stall where she intended to sell some of the plants she'd been tending - and some of her finest, her skill having grown more every day - she was all too prepared to have such crass attention paid to her. So it wasn't as though Tybalt's hawking of his wares surprised Lilias, per se, though her feathers ruffled indignantly at how he practically lept at her. But the promise of fruit in such an odd combination, as if the Two of Clubs were some sort of gardener himself, both piqued her curiosity and even further stirred her offense. A lady full of charm, was Lilias. "Indeed?" Her beak had a bit of a prim upward tilt, but she still moved forward to inspect the Torquehelm's wares. She was practically on the alert for bruises, signs of over-ripeness. The little nobody had no business being clever without a proper female escorting him. "A cherry-pineapple. May I see?" The dry amusement in her voice ought to have made her opinion clear to him. |
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Post by Vyn on Sept 17, 2010 11:07:40 GMT -5
Tybalt was used to this sort of treatment and he'd gladly take a snooty hawk assuming that he was a nobody than a vicious yarrow trying to castrate him. He'd heard stories. The canine suppressed his horrified shudder and instead widened his canine grin.
"Of course, miss! Of course!" He scampered back to the small make-shift stall that he and Lethe had made earlier that morning. Across the top of the almost-lemonade stand lady an odd assortment of fruits that did indeed seem to be artfully combined. It was the container of small red and yellow cherries that Tybalt nosed toward the hawk. "Take a sample, I insist. My sister's fine work is as impeccable as it is impossible." There! That should soften the Yarrow a bit, they always loved to hear that girls were in charge.
If it wouldn't do the trick then certainly Lethe showing up might. Of course, the little Morganberry was right on time. Usually she was always missing right when he needed her and skillfully present whenever he wished she were the furthest away. This was a first in Tybalt's book.
She appeared just in time to catch a faint glimpse of the woman selecting one of her wares and would wait patiently to speak up until the woman had adequate time to savor and swallow. Only then, with the cheeriest smile and an eagerly wagging little tail, did the 8 of Clubs speak up. "What do you think, miss? That's a bit of a harder one, personally, but I love the combination." Lethe always did prefer the tart end of her sweet tooth.
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