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Post by Kitty on Sept 24, 2008 0:58:31 GMT -5
Was he some sort of idiot? Well, not the last time he checked. After all, he wasn't the one going around and hiding under rose bushes in the dirt was he? The next thing the Grison said interested him, but he wouldn't have time to persue that at the present moment since the woman had successfully retrieved her pet. He scooted himself out from under the bush, or at least halfway, and peered up at the Highland cross with eyes that were pretty much the same color as his coat.
Tea? I would love to. But first .... might I have your name?
It would be rather odd to go off and have tea with someone who's name you didn't get, especially when you knew the name of their pet already.
He wiggled himself out from under the bush the rest of the way and gave himself a quick little shake to dislodge as much dirt from his coat as he could.... but he really didn't mind it much. |
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Post by seraaches on Sept 24, 2008 14:08:42 GMT -5
The KIng tilted her head curiously and smiled brightly at the chipmunk. "Only if I can get yours as well," the King said, doing a sudden pirouette as they reached the blanket she had spread out and where tea and scones were set out in an appetizing arrangement.
"I am Dierdre Kavanagh of Melody's Song," she said as she gracefully dropped onto the edge of the blanket, the Ace still held a bit awkwardly in her arms. He gave a slight oomph as he hit the ground as well, then Dre reached over and swiftly tied a large, pink bow around his neck.
Drostan began to curse under his breath again, but he didn't dare move when she still had such a good hold on him. Sometimes he so hated his mistress. So beyond, super, supreme, utter hated.
The woman nabbed a scone and dropped it on a plate that she put down in front of the grison then proceeded to utterly ignore him in lieu of smiling at the nice little chipmunk.
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Post by Kitty on Sept 24, 2008 17:16:30 GMT -5
He followed the women, his gait caught somewhere between the trademark vermin waddle and a trot, his little tail held up behind him and curved ever so slightly. He tilted his head to the side a bit when she did her graceful little move, making him believe she was perhaps a bit eccentric and ... wait, there was a picnic-esque ... thing all set up already? Suits how did he manage to miss that on his way to the sneezing rose bush? On second thought a Highlander doing, well... anything in the gardens in the Heart Court was pretty common ...
Well met Dierdre, I'm Jarvis ... of nothing very fancy.
He eyed the Tulgey ace again for a moment. If it weren't for the fact that he was male and, well .... scarred from head to toe, the shade of that bow would have been rather complimentary to his color scheme ... even if he didn't look at all happy. He'd heard some Aces were like Lowlanders in one regard, they needed to learn their place. Perhaps this Drostan was one of those aces? |
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Post by seraaches on Sept 24, 2008 17:46:44 GMT -5
"You are of the Marsh," she pointed out lightly, giving the word emphasis that proved she considered it a very particular place indeed. Of course, her wing stripes might indicate that there was a reason for that. This concept might also ring a familiar bell from another meeting the chipmunk had once had, though that one was years in the past and out in the Marsh. Like her grandfather, Dre spoke of Josiggy as though it were the only Marsh in the world.
She calmly poured a cup of tea for herself, picking up a scone and then gestured towards the repast for Jarvis to serve himself. She might be grateful, but evidently she wasn't grateful enough to pour out for him.
Drostan grumpily bit into his scone and began to chew on it without eyeing the other man again. The chipmunk was already aware of his thoughts and he was going to enjoy his blasted scone if it killed him.
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Post by Kitty on Sept 25, 2008 18:06:47 GMT -5
A rather broad grin spread over his short muzzle when she made her delightful little comment about the Marsh, just the tips of his fangs showing. He had, indeed, noted the stripes on her wings and had thought that, perhaps, they were the markings of his homeland but he wasn't entirely sure how the mixed realm felt about it ... but now her knew and it delighted him. The Marsh was the best place in the world, in his opinion, but he had grown rather fond of the Highlands after working here at the palace. But home was home and he couldn't have asked for a better one.
Ah yes ... I said nothing fancy, not nothing grand.
Still grinning his banded tail wiggled a bit again and he took a paw, making sure to clean it off first, and used his almost like a hand paw and grasped the handle and carefully poured himself a cup tea, ignoring the Ace now as well.
It smells delightful ... what blend? |
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Post by seraaches on Sept 25, 2008 20:54:22 GMT -5
Drostan gnawed silently on his scone, staring at the two Hearts and fighting the urge to spit crumbs at both of them. He gave a soft sigh and went back to gnawing on the pastry and occasionally taking a careful sip of his tea.
Dre tilted her head pleasantly, still smiling at the man brightly. "I have no idea," she admitted without shame. "I nabbed it from the kitchen." It didn't seem to occur to her that perhaps this tea had been made specifically for someone and wasn't just sitting in the kitchen for people to walk off with.
"So, Jarvis of the Grand Marsh, why are you roaming about the rose gardens today? Do you work here in the Palace?" She naturally assumed that he did; it was highly unlikely that anyone would simply be roaming about the place unless they had a reason to be here.
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Post by Kitty on Sept 25, 2008 22:07:02 GMT -5
Well, if it's from the kitchens I'm sure it's a good one.
He gripped the little handle on the cup tightly, maneuvering the smaller object was a bit harder without hands then a larger one, especially when he couldn't hook more then one toe through it. Just like he tried to stand and move on his hind legs only he tried to use his paws as hands, he figured the more he acted as if he had a bipedal form the quicker he'd achieve it. Or, at the very least, the faster he'd acclimate to it. But he did manage to maneuver the cup without a spill and brought up to his muzzle to take a sip, not bothering with any additives. He liked his tea like he liked his coffee, strong and plain. It was a good blend though, even if it wasn't quite a strong as he would've liked.
I do, actually ... I'm part of the guard here. I'm afraid I've never seen you or your pet around before though.
He didn't think either of the Queens had taken another King recently, but it was possible that he'd missed something ... |
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Post by seraaches on Sept 26, 2008 10:06:15 GMT -5
Dierdre gave a low laugh, the sound full of warmth and good humour. "No, you probably haven't," she answered brightly. "I'm still working to get to know everyone." She made it sound as though it were perfectly reasonable for a Card to know every person in the Palace of Hearts in a close and personal way.
Drostan gave a sarcastic snort, muttering under his breath about airheads and optimism. He finished his scone and debated about how to get the bloody bow off of him. He eyed Dre; if he could get away again he could work his way out of the stupid thing. Though she wasn't watching him, however, he knew she was paying at least a little bit of attention to his movements. No, he was going to have to wait for her to let her guard down again, and then he might be able to escape.
"Have you always wanted to be a guard?" the woman asked, ignoring the Ace's sounds.
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Post by Kitty on Sept 26, 2008 15:47:42 GMT -5
If I may ... are you here for a title or on a visit?
He hoped he wasn't poking his nose to far into the much higher ranked and potentially important womans business but he just couldn't help but ask. He knew all the royals and their seats and connections to one another and what not but she was knew and .... he wanted to be on top of the game.
Actually I was going to go along with the 'family business' if you will and join the Resistance ... but I was given this opportunity and took it. I come from a line of rather proud Jossigy hearts and it pleased them to no end when I told them about my ... change of occupation.
He took that opportunity to snag himself one of the delightful looking scones the woman had brought and gripped it in his claws before dipping the very end in his tea and munching cheerfully on it. He was rather enjoying how this afternoon had turned out so far. |
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Post by seraaches on Sept 27, 2008 12:30:05 GMT -5
Dre gave a low laugh at his question, sending him a brief, mysterious smile. Wotever her reasons for being here in the gardens of the Palace of Hearts, she was evidently unwilling to share them just now. Or perhaps she just didn't feel the need to tell this particular chipmunk.
In any case, she found his story a great deal more interesting than her own just then. "The Resistance! That is an excellent cause as well, but it's fortunate for us that you came here."
She took another sip of her tea and stared thoughtfully out across the gardens for a moment. Drostan eyed her and began to inch slowly away. Dre put out a hand absently, stopping his movement before he even really got going. He plopped back down with a sigh and the woman reached over to scratch behind his ears. "Shall you always be a guard, Jarvis?" she asked curiously. "Or do your aspirations run higher?"
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