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Post by Bee on Sept 7, 2009 17:51:38 GMT -5
Illyria liked rules and structure. There was little else that could muck up a day more than having no game plan, no guidelines--20 minutes for breakfast promptly at six, off to set classes for ten hours, dinner, study, sleep. She didn't like it when her habits were messed about with. And right now they were undergoing a massive overhaul, seemingly replaced by a very unfair new set of rules set by Auntie. She liked rules. She did not like despotism. Which was how she found herself sneaking out of the house during her afternoon nap--she wasn't breaking new rules, really. Just adhering to old ones. Mum and Ammu always took her into town this time (but not this summer; she wished Auntie would tell her where they were; she missed them horribly) of the afternoon for tea. Now she was in town, and just needed a mommy or two to have tea with. Then she could pretend. She scouted for candidates.
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Post by Nako on Sept 7, 2009 19:46:41 GMT -5
Brandy wandered slowly through the streets, a hand extending in front of him every now and again to examine his nails which had recently been polished, painted pink and given delightful little Sorgaire tips, named for the ice caps on top of the mountains in that area. How lovely, though they probably were nothing compared to the mountain ice caps the paint job was named after. But.. what to do now? He'd really only earned enough to do a few upkeeps on himself such as getting nails done. Regardless, he'd spent a good amount of the morning getting himself dolled up like a woman, and he was going to make the most of it. Making a mental count of his funds, he made his way casually toward the side of town that had the best of cafes and restaurants. A quaint place, indeed. It was frequented more by the locals than the harem men, but Brandy felt confident enough in his disguise to not mind wandering a bit farther out to go to a nice place for tea. The ones closer to his workplace were nice.. but he liked a change of pace.
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Post by Bee on Sept 7, 2009 21:42:59 GMT -5
Lyr was not having much luck finding mommies for tea. Most of the people wandering around the town were doing so in content pairs or groups. She did not feel courageous enough to approach a group, and she was pretty sure that a self-contained party was not in desperate want of an addition, especially a little kid.
She was nearly ready to slink off back home and accept whatever punishment was sure to be dealt her when she saw the pretty horse. Or, rather, the pretty horse's long golden hair. Her eyes widened. Her mouth froze in a little "o" shape. It looked spun from sunshine.
This, she decided, was going to be this afternoon's substitute mommy. But how was she going to get this lady to have tea with her? Her face went red. She wasn't good with people. Maybe...maybe...
Oh, why not. May as well be pathetic. She plucked a random pretty flower, and tottered after the horse.
"Miss," she said. "Did you drop this?"
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Post by Nako on Sept 11, 2009 16:50:47 GMT -5
There was always a little thrill when people spoke to him as if he were female. It was empowering, really. But strangely this was a young voice.. asking if he had dropped something? Immediately, a self conscious hand went to his purse, but as he turned to look at where the young voice was coming from, he gave a small smile.
She was holding a flower, eyes wide and expectant in a way that made Brandy think that she wasn't actually trying to return something that was dropped. "My my.. I've heard some pickup lines before, but you never by so young a girl! No, I'm afraid I did not drop it.. but I don't mind holding it just in case its owner returns." He winked, grinning with all his diamond charm and accepted the flower, giving it a dainty sniff. Ah yes, absolutely darling! A darling little diamond girl... that wasn't entirely Yarrow. That blue mane was absolutely -lovely- And a diamond; no wonder she was such a natural charmer. He glanced around, looking for similar patterned canines roaming about that may look to be this girl's parents. He saw no one. "Dearie, are you running about all alone? You seem quite young for that, you know." Brandy was always careful to keep that feminine softness in his voice. In fact, he had very much made it a habit, only dropping down an octave when it was requested of him.
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Post by Bee on Sept 11, 2009 21:25:17 GMT -5
"Oh, m-my mommies aren't--" she stammered a bit. She didn't want to mention Auntie either, didn't want her new friend to go in search of an authority figure. "They aren't around right now. Out on...out on business. You know how it is. They'll be back."
They would. She made herself believe it. She smiled up at the pretty horse. "But if you don't want me to be alone, you can have tea with me. It's teatime, you know!"
It was. It was getting right on to three. Promptly at three we serve the tea. She felt a little nervous as the hour approached. She'd hate to miss it. She never missed tea. "They have all sorts of nice little places around here to nab scones and tea. Mum likes the one down Wayside Lane best, you know, with the roses...I like orange spice tea best...." She nodded vigorously, and then stopped when she realized she was babbling like an idiot. Ooooh, she had no manners at all.
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Post by Nako on Sept 11, 2009 21:37:05 GMT -5
Ohoho! The little scamp! Brandy couldn't help but grin down at the little pup. A diamond through and through. He almost felt proud of her in a strange... motherly kind of way. Was that strange? But.. the little girl wanted tea, and Brandy couldn't tell if it was just a desperate need for company, or some strange schoolgirl crush that she had. That surely would be quite the compliment! He had absolutely no doubt that this pup would be quite the ladykiller.
"Well! I certainly can't fight that kind of logic. Alright then, lead the way." With a dramatic sweep of his hand, he gestured for her to lead him to wherever they would be going. "Oh! But I haven't introduced myself. The name is Brandy-" he had to remember not to finish the rest of that line that he so loved to use down in the brothels. Yes... this wasn't the best place to say that, and not in the appropriate company. Ahahaha. "And you are?"
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Post by Bee on Sept 11, 2009 23:00:32 GMT -5
Lyr felt very soothed in the presence of this woman's ebullience--both of her mothers were outgoing people, too, and in the presence of someone else's social graces, she felt little pressure to be any more or less sociable than she felt like being.
"Illyria," she said, now a little more confident in herself. "I like the sound of your name. It has a lot of natural rhymes. Brandy is randy if you give her a little candy." She went red again as she realized what had bubbled out of her mouth. This, she thought, was why she had so few friends.
"If we hurry," she recovered quickly, falling into a light step a bit ahead of Brandy (oooh, horses were so tall and elegant), "we can make it to the shop by three!"
The little place with the roses--like a little cottage, almost, with a whole set of delicately decorated rooms for teatime. She felt better just thinking about golden raspberry scones.
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Post by Nako on Sept 14, 2009 11:45:12 GMT -5
Brandy's laugh went up an octave all the way up into a whinny, shaking his head emphatically with mirth. "You cheeky thing! An absolute delight, you are, Illyria!"
Swishing his hips as he walked, he followed the little pup with nothing short of amusement as his lips curled into a barely contained grin. Such an interesting little girl! He still wondered what on earth she was doing wandering about in town by herself, but he figured there would be no harm in keeping her company till perhaps her guardian came around for her.
"Is this the place?" Brandy queried as they finally came up towards a tea shop, flicking his tail idly as he attempted to see just how busy it was. It didn't seem too bad, really. Then again it wasn't Brandy who feared the wait; Illyria was the one that seemed quite insistent they be here by three.
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Post by Bee on Sept 28, 2009 15:19:55 GMT -5
"Oh yes," she said. She was flooded with happiness and contentment. She was here, and it was just a bit before three. Everything was working out exactly as she had hoped, and there was no sweeter joy. "The owners know me, so I think we should be able to get a room quickly."
She approached the front counter; Minerva, the grey-maned old raccoon, smiled down at her.
"Illyria," she said. "I haven't seen you in some time. Where are your mothers?"
She crushed the rising swell of worry. She didn't like it when people asked about them, she decided. She didn't want to think about it. They would be home soon; nobody needed to wonder where they were.
She smiled. "I decided to bring a friend." She gestured to the pretty mare. "This is Brandy. We would like to have tea. It's three, you know."
The raccoon gave an indulgent smile, and showed them to a small room, set with an ornately-decorated table. The paintings on the walls were scenic landscapes. The tea set was porcelain.
"I should like my usual treat, please," she said, politely. She glanced at Brandy. "What would you like to be served?"
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Post by Nako on Oct 7, 2009 23:57:32 GMT -5
He was quite glad the little girl did all the talking; the last thing he needed was for someone to start asking questions as to why he was hanging around some little girl that wasn't his. Even -if- he was dressed up quite convincingly as a woman... well... He couldn't help but worry.
Using all of his charm, he nodded his head politely toward the raccoon at the introduction. Luckily, she didn't ask any more questions and brought them into such.. a lovely room! He'd not been here for sure. In fact.. he couldn't remember the last time he went to an official tea time. It was usually a quick drink at a cafe' where he'd sit out under an umbrella and slurp the thing down before having to hurry back to work.
Upon being asked what he'd like, he immediately faltered. "Oh! I haven't the slightest clue... Oh, -do- surprise the then; I'm quite easily to please. It's whatever you recommend." And that meant either Illyria or the waitstaff could decide for him.
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