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Post by Ferabird on Apr 15, 2009 22:59:23 GMT -5
Ugh- it was everywhere! No matter how often the little morganberry swept out the warren, she found it. Brown fur. Everywhere. Dust-bunnies didn't even begin to describe the sheer size of some of the hairballs she discovered! The leveret was on a mission, now. Rambo-like she'd wrapped a cloth rag about her head to hold back her overlong lop ears. A glimmer of intent in her adorable pale-pink eyes, she hopped doggedly about the warren in search of that familiar streak of bright blue. Slung over her neck was a simple satchel, the sort of thing often worn by a busybody leveret in need of a number of tools to do their duty. Rather than the usual scrub-brushes or featherdusters though, many a wooden brush-handle protruded from the top of the little sack. It was time to tackle the source of the problem! Nothing could jeapordize the cleanliness of THIS warren while Laurelin was on duty! |
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Post by Kitty on Apr 16, 2009 2:56:15 GMT -5
 The source of the mess had just finished rounding up any stray dishes in the warren and had brought the small find to the kitchen. Dishes was one chore she really didn't mind cause it meant she could spend just a little extra time enjoying the water whilst she rinsed them. Wet, cool paws were a small comfort here, but even that was most welcome. The Solandrian was perched atop a stool and her tail moved from side to side a bit, softer, blue hair bouncing a bit with the motion. She'd been doing this leveret thing for quite some time and her paws moved over each dish skillfully, dishes and gathering were her fortes. Had she really put any thought into the matter, she was probably the oldest rabbit in this particular Warren. Dorian didn't look, or act, very old in her opinion and she'd been Aisha's nanny when the girl had been younger.... the only grey area were that other leveret and Vishka. What was that leveret's name anyhow? She was completely unaware that the morganberry in question was on a mission to bring her straggly coat to justice. |
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Post by Ferabird on Apr 16, 2009 9:44:56 GMT -5
Justice indeed! The technicolor fluffball was on a mission! Whiskers bouncing, she'd round a corner into the kitchen and finally give an odd little squeek of exultation. Her target was found! And now for the assault!
"Scuse me!" she'll chirp up, hopping alongside the Solandrian and automatically taking up half the workload by snatching up a nearby towel to dry what dishes were done. "Can you come outside with me when we're done?" Even with the other leverets, Laur often found her shyness an issue. Moments like this when she wanted no more than to leap on her companion and take to her pelt with a brush and a will, she found herself instead being polite to make up for her boldness in speaking at all.
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Post by Kitty on Apr 16, 2009 13:52:32 GMT -5
Her ears twitched a bit at the simply bizarre sound that came from behind her and she turned her head just in time to see the brightly colored pelt of the leveret she was just pondering .... come to steal half her work? Ugh... this was the only shore she liked ... why was the smaller rabbit taking half of it? Why couldn't she steal half of ... well... anything else? Her nose twitched a bit as she tried to fight back her annoyance with the situation, her nosehawk swaying a bit with the motion.
The lop eared leveret's request made her pause and focus more fully on the bunny she'd never even talked ot before... outside? Well, this particular rabbit was just full of unpleasant things today wasn't she? She couldn't hide the suspicion in her expression and simply went back to the dishes.... they were almost finished.
Why would I want to go outside?
All going outside meant was that the temperature would be even worse and she'd just get more sand lodged in her coat.... which would make her itchier then she already was. |
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Post by Ferabird on Apr 16, 2009 16:35:13 GMT -5
Nose twitching idly as she dries whatever's passed her way, Laurelin will answer with a certain naively blunt honesty-
"Well.... if I brush you inside we'll have to sweep again. Your fur's all thick.... and I thought maybe if I brushed out all the heavy stuff that you're shedding everywhere..." And... go mid-sentence pause! Leverets were all peers in caste, but that didn't mean there wasn't a pecking order often established amongst them! Laurelin was rather on the young side, and as she spoke she'd begun taking in the jewelries and posture of her fellow. And now she felt awkward.
"Sorry." she'll finally chirp, ducking her pink-tinged nose a bit. "I just thought that maybe if I tried to brush out the heavy fur for you, maybe you'd feel better? And there wouldn't be as much to clean up...."
So much for being on a mission.
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Post by Kitty on Apr 16, 2009 17:33:56 GMT -5
Her expression grew bored when the other leveret mentioned brushing ... she'd heard that was this girl's forte but... really, how could you enjoy it enough to try and force feed it to the Warren's reigning hairball? She disliked being brushed, or bathed or.. .well, made a fuss over.... which is why she'd run away from the Jack who had given her her pretty adornments. She didn't want the kinds of attention she got, but she just couldn't seen to escape them.
Her shoulder twitched a bit then, a bit of stuck sand making it's self known in the itchy manner every grain of the stuff seemed to enjoy. Hum, if she got hte sand out.... perhaps a good brushing might be worth it? Although the thought of all the tangles and ... things that were probably hidden in her fur being pulled out didn't sound at all pleasant. And .... going outside... that really didn't sound like a good time either. Still... all that blasted sand ....
If you can get all the sand out, I might consider it.
Then again, she might not. Laur was dealing with a rather stubborn, prideful creature after all, one that was prone to being... abrasive. |
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Post by Ferabird on Apr 16, 2009 18:03:24 GMT -5
Perhaps the little bun didn't quite catch the edge to her voice? Rather than become discouraged by the challenge (as it were), she rises to it with a rapid bob of her little head that leaves her long ears flopping. Of course she'd do her best! It was only a matter of course! After all, why would she put any less effort into a leveret than she would into one of the others when in the end it meant a more pleasant warren?
Then again- Laur had a bit of experience with out-of-hand warrens. Nothing scarring, but enough that the little morganberry would avoid a repeat of problems she'd seen before.
"All of it! Or uhm... if you want to wait until it's dark it'll be nice and cool? You'd like that- right?" How could you be abrasive to so adorable a little thing?
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Post by Kitty on Apr 16, 2009 20:11:50 GMT -5
No one, save a rabbit ... or perhaps a card even, who had lived in the Solandrian Glaciers would understand what 'hardship', or hard work, and everything that went along with it really meant. When everything was frozen and/or covered in a nice layer of snow ... it made everything more difficult. Then again, it was nice and cold there ... something she longed for here in this sandy hell she'd been shipped off to because one of Vikenti's daughters turned out to be a horrible freak. That was just proof of faulty genetics in her eyes because surely magic and wishes were things of fantasy and nothing more. Although it did present certain amazing possibilities should she be wrong about that ...
I'll think about it, and if I choose to submit myself to further torment ... I'll get back to you tonight on the Warren's doorstep.
Her tone was flat, edging on monotonous really, and her expression mirrored this. She lacked any manner of control or authority here, having lorded over Ashta's children to a degree back in the Highlands, and wanted to establish a little bit of status here... for however long she was doomed to linger in Dorian's halls. This was the first step ... the Jack's favor having little to no meaning in her book. She'd be the top leveret here, or get herself in trouble trying ... she was sick of having no control. |
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Post by Ferabird on Apr 16, 2009 20:58:53 GMT -5
Finally the mannerisms of the surly leveret break through the agonizingly sweet and eager-to-please personality of the morganberry. Pecking order was just.... a part of life, really. And while she hated those first few interactions where it was settled, it just meant ducking her head a little more than usual until the other was content.
"Oh.... alright." she'll mumble, setting the towel aside and turning about to make her escape. Self-conciously she'll tug the band from about her head on her way out, a subdued little crawl-hop that was becoming her staple adopted. Long lop ears flopping down to brush the floor, she'll beat an expeditious retreat unless called back.
(Up to you to indicate when to close this? Or do a time-skip if you like.)
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