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Post by The Jenn on Jan 17, 2009 16:48:20 GMT -5
Huh. Felaria had never quite thought about it like that. Here he was, though, a genuine member of the Courts, telling her these things to her face. They were something to think about. Maybe she wouldn't make her granddaddy as proud as she thought by joining the Courts if she couldn't really do anything?
...she could do things, though. Damn it, she was a capable young woman. She wouldn't let all of those idiots boss her around just because she was some 'hick' from the Golfam. Her muzzle set in a dissatisfied line. "Well, that sounds real shitty, t'be honest with you. I dunno what else I'd do, though. This was always just 'the way'. Nobody else'd do it. So maybe I could. Y'don't exactly see many of us outside the Marsh, do you? I mean, I don' think you do. Ain't enough t'just do somethin'. I wanna do somethin' good."
Watching him bite that delicate-looking human lip was fascinating. And a little cute, with his hair hanging like that. Poor guy looked exhausted. "Yeah, you look it. Maybe you can get a good night's sleep t'night an' t'morrow we can go gather some stuff t'eat or somethin'. You could use a little air." Whether it was necessarily 'fresh' or not.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 17, 2009 17:15:39 GMT -5
"I've never seen a full Golfram before, actually." He said quietly. He never really payed much attention to others regions most of the time. Most of his life he had lived by the Esterberry rule that all other regions weren't as good as his. That opinion had slowly changed over the years.
And obviously Felaria wasn't stupid. Even if she didn't have an Esterberry education, she obviously had her own grace and her own... style of smarts. Maybe he was just to tired to explain things to himself mentally?
Go out? As in leave the house? That would be nice. Not like he would have the chance to escape. He had no where to go anyway. "That would be nice," he said quietly as he brushed his hair back again. The humidity was driving him nuts. No matter what he did his hair kept frizzing and falling at awkward angles. "How...do you deal with the weather here?"
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 31, 2009 17:15:41 GMT -5
What, never? Felaria gave him a startled look. She knew that not many of them liked to leave and suffer the obnoxious attitudes of outsiders, but... never? That honestly surprised her and her expression said as much.
She was effectively distracted when he played with his hair again. Well, maybe not 'played', but fiddled. It was such a ridiculously attractive feature, and an improbable color. She'd never seen anyone who looked even remotely like him. The exotic touches just make him all the more yummy. Good thing granddaddy couldn't read her thoughts. She doubted he'd approve unless she made a case for having 'won' him fair and square, and even then, she'd have to take him with her to the Courts.
If... she was even going. That thought surprised her a little bit and she sat back to think about it. "Ain't never known nothin' else," she replied absently. "My hair ain't thick enough for it to matter, not like yours."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 2, 2009 1:05:07 GMT -5
Her expression wasn't encouraging. He had just been honest about not seeing a full Golfram. Not like he went out of his way to find them. "I knew a half Golfram. He's the reason why I'm here actually." Harold said quietly.
He hoped that subject would be dropped completely for a while. He sighed at Felaria's response. Right. She had lived with it her entire life and she didn't have nearly as much hair as he did. The man shifted and pulled the band out of his hair so he could readjust it. This was utterly miserable and frustrating.
If Harold had any idea what she was thinking, he would have blushed a violent shade of crimson. He honestly thought she was cute. Interesting. But he wouldn't never actually act on something like that. At least not at the moment when he was still completely and utterly at her mercy.
After a rather furious struggle he managed to smooth out his hair enough that he could retie it. Of course, it only frizzed once he shifted. "I give up," he said with a snort. Then a thought came to him, and he blurted it out before he could probably think it through. "Are you... happy here?"
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Post by The Jenn on Feb 3, 2009 13:32:02 GMT -5
Felaria tilted her head, fingers fiddling with each other. "Oh, huh. He the bastard who tied you to that tree? Asshat. We ain't all like that. I know some what is, but not me an' not my granddaddy. We're better folk than that." Watching him play with his hair was practically mesmerizing.
His question snapped her out of it and she blinked at him, a little confused. "Huh, what? Oh. Yeah, I guess so. 's home. Ain't necessarily gonna stay here my whole life, but I'll prolly come back off an' on. Gotta love where you grew up, right? 'sides, I don't think I could stand not seein' family ever again." She wanted to get out and see things, but not like some Golfams. No, she wasn't ashamed of her heritage at all. "I'm right proud'a who an' what I am," she said with a small, pleased little smile on her muzzle. "Wouldn't wanna be nobody else."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 4, 2009 20:22:36 GMT -5
Bastard was a bit of an understatement, but Harold kept that thought to himself. He honestly wasn't sure about judging people anymore. He had been saved by this girl... who was strange on so many levels. And yet he still... how could he trust her? She could easily keep him captive here.
Well. That did answer his question. Was that what he expected to hear? He wasn't sure. Why wouldn't she be happy in a secluded place like this? It was full of dangers, but nothing was more dangerous than society and the people who resided in it. Danger lurked here, but at least it was danger that nature produced. Nothing like the Courts and the bitter streets of the city.
"Being who you are doesn't necessarily have to do with being happy where you live. Some people hate their region and homes, so the leave for the Courts for the wrong reasons." He shrugged. "Then again, I can't see you leaving if you're happy either. I would have stayed put if I had been happy, but that's just me."
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Post by The Jenn on Feb 11, 2009 22:06:01 GMT -5
Felaria hadn't really looked at it that way before. "But if I ain't never been nowhere else, how do I know I won't like someplace more'n here? Gotta at least go out an' see it all, right?" Being part of the Court would give her at least some freedom to travel, she was sure. Being cooped up in the marsh, there really weren't many opportunities to interact with people from other regions. Only when the rare, ballsy traders came through. "Anyway, you keep restin' up an' let some of those bruises go 'way. T'morrow we'll go out into the marsh."
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The next morning, she woke up and made breakfast for the house's three inhabitants, and then kissed her granddaddy on the nose before telling him she was taking her find out to help her gather a few grasses for dinner, and maybe a critter or two if they could catch one. He thought it was amusing to use a long-haired human for food collection and waved her off.
She bounded cheerfully into Harold's room, belatedly stepping back and knocking on the wood of the door after she'd opened it and was halfway in. Her excitement was getting the better of her. "You done eatin' yet?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 11, 2009 23:22:12 GMT -5
Harold had managed a decent night's sleep after the wonderful little conversation that night. He still wasn't sure about this entire mess. Was being stuck here a curse or a blessing? Was this really what he had been looking for?
Did any of this really make any proper sense?
His contemplations were interrupted by breakfast, which he had managed to get more down than the previous meals. It was still hard to stomach, and the coffee practically burned his sinuses on its way down. No, he would never get used to that.
Why was he assuming that he would try to get used to it? He frowned at the thought until Felaria walked right into the room. And then knocked. It was her home though, so he couldn't blame her. He was only a guest, if he could even consider himself that.
"Yes," he said with a small forced smile. "I suppose you want to get going?"
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Post by The Jenn on Feb 15, 2009 21:41:03 GMT -5
"Yeah, let's go," Felaria agreed cheerfully. She'd slung a pack over her shoulders with a few supplies in it, including a sling for hitting anything long-distance. Being a Heart definitely had its advantages sometimes. She also had some bread in case they got hungry, a span of rope, and a few other odds and ends that might prove useful in the treacherous marsh. "Gives me an excuse for company, an' gives you an excuse to stretch those long legs."
Before she had a chance to stare any longer, she steered herself around and out the door, heading to the front of the house and calling a brief goodbye to her granddaddy in the main room before hopping out the door. She heard his voice through it a second later and waited a few feet away for Harold to join her.
The weather was muggy and thick, smelling like plants and mud and various other wet, earthy things. "You'd best put your feet where mine go or you'll end up needin' a rescue."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 15, 2009 22:01:51 GMT -5
Harold blinked. He was pretty sure the "long leg" comment was some sort of compliment. He shrugged to himself as he stood up and followed the young woman. He took note of the appearance of the other rooms, the hall, and so forth. Today at least he got to go outside.
Though once he was out side he wasn't sure he wanted to be. The smell wasn't something he was fully used to, and neither was the humidity. He could feel his hair frizzy where he stood.
He snapped back to attention when Felaria spoke directly to him. "Yes Ma'am," was his automatic response. It took his a moment to realize what had just come out of his mouth... calling a teenage girl "Ma'am" wasn't exactly the smoothest thing to do.
"I mean... Yes, of course I will," He said as a blush slowly crept onto his face.
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