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Post by Greenie on Mar 1, 2008 12:07:52 GMT -5
  In the residential area of the Court of Spades, a door was suddenly slammed open and a small body was tossed out and landed with a 'whoomp!' on the floor in the hallway. "Child, if you EVER dig through my desk drawers again, I will take your bindings and hang you from the first post I find! Stay the crap there until I'm ready!" An obviously agitated voice shouted after him. The ferret picked sat up and calmly dusted his fur off and adjusted his leg, which had somehow managed to get caught in his right binding. It was rather painful when that happened.. Dysthymia gave no outward appearance of being discomforted by his mother literally throwing him out of the suite, possibly because it had happened before and even more likely because he'd actually deserved it. He'd been told not to rifle through Vessatha's desk drawers, but he had anyways; she kept some highly interesting Court papers in there, and he'd wanted to know what they said. Vessatha had come in and found him, so therefore she got mad and he was sitting on his rump in the hallway waiting for her. She generally didn't get mad at him often, as he was the most well behaved of his siblings, but when she did, it usually was bad. After a few minutes Vessatha came out of the suite and locked the door behind her. "Let's go." She said coldly, and began walking off. The boy calmly followed her a few feet after. To her, Dysthymia was getting to the point where he wanted to know more and more about the Courts, but wasn't yet old enough to truly understand what any of it meant. He may want to read her papers, but he would likely misinterpret it all and somehow manage to get her in a ton of trouble. That's all they did, get in her in trouble. First Saethre decided the freaking roof was a good place to play with her dollies and nearly killed herself when a breeze knocked one off and she jumped after it.. now Mia was coming to the conclusion that he wanted to be in the Courts when he got older. Great. Just great. Just what she needed, her children interloping more than they did. Thank the suits Quinn had taken Chiari and Aphasia to the city.. two was freaking plenty. |
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Post by Vyn on Mar 1, 2008 14:13:27 GMT -5
The heavy heels of Wulfram's boots clicked roughly as he walked, a solid rhythm as he moved through the halls. He had returned to The Wood recently, if briefly, to make sure Lenore was fed and cared for and then he had returned. Working would make it hard to care for her unless he brought her to the Courts with him and he wasn't entirely sure if that was what he wanted yet. She was a distraction, a weakness he didn't want to recognize or have recognized. The purple velvet cord hung in his hand, it's key spinning back and forth as he walked, and he hummed low beneath his breath. It was an old song, a lullaby he thought, that Lenore had sung often when they were little and which seemed to plague him most when she was too far from his side. If she were here with him, he would not have to worry about her running away. He shouldn't have had to worry at all. Yet he did. Footsteps abruptly caught his attention, causing the crow to tense and silence his humming. As they would round the corner into his line of vision, a flash of purple velvet cording would be seen as he tucked it back into place around his neck and beneath the collar of his shirt. "Hallo." He murmured lowly, tilting his head in greeting before his glinting red eyes flashed with recognition. Was this the little Ferret that had helped him when he was injured? Interesting. |
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Post by Greenie on Mar 1, 2008 16:00:38 GMT -5
Vessatha was too far lost in her thoughts to pay much attention to her son, nor to the fact that they weren't alone in the hallway. Wulfram startled her, and she stopped abruptly where she was. Mia had been paying attention and stopped when she did, though he sat next to her rather than behind her as most of his siblings would have. The ferret was immediately interested in the man, as he was just as pasty as Mommy Quinn was, though he was dressed far more interestingly. The boy idly watched him as his mother returned Wulfram's greeting.
"Hello," She responded in a musing tone. This was the man she had helped back when she was pregnant; and still a 10. Clearly, both of them had advanced--he must be a Jack as well. His marking was covered but Vessa knew she would have heard if Lysaras had taken on another King, so it was an easy assumption. She held out her hand to him, and said, "I'm Vessatha." The ferret then turned to her son and introduced him as well. "This is my son, Dysthymia."
Mia nodded to Wulfram. "Greetings, Your Excellency." The ferret replied calmly. He had reached the same conclusion as his mother; and while his mother had greeted Wulfram as an equal, he was still too young to be considered on the same level, despite having the same rank.
Vessatha had beaten that into his skull early on, that he wasn't to present himself as above anyone else unless they were the same age as he. Even then it was highly, highly rude to do so; people could see your rank, and it wasn't necessary to point it out. Of course, he still did it occasionally.. to his siblings. What was the fun in being the highest rank if you didn't use it occasionally?
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Post by Vyn on Mar 2, 2008 0:37:59 GMT -5
Neither the Ferret nor the child seemed to acknowledge the cord around his throat and he was contented for it. He didn't want to answer questions about his pet right now. Another time perhaps, when she was at his side, but not now. There was so much else he needed to think about between now and then.
Wulfram caught her hand smoothly, returning the shake with a firm grip. His thoughts were slowly returning to the present. He would really prefer to be away with his thoughts, but for now he'd display a little cordiality.
"It ist e pleasure to meet you both, Vessatha; Dysthymia.." The crow bowed his head smoothly, dark eyes moving over the both of them in turn before falling soundly on the young Jack. Children, bah! At least, though, she had born a high-ranking child and could be proud of him. And an interesting little one this one was as well, eyeburningly pink with...bindings? A little bit of Torque, then.
What a mix, Kahmden and Torque.
"Vat brings you out zis afternoon?"
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Post by Greenie on Mar 2, 2008 13:01:24 GMT -5
"And you as well," Vessatha responded. While he scrutinized Dysthymia she took the moment to glance over his human form; he was lucky his had manifested so soon, no doubt it would help him in the long run. The ferret was greatful for her bipedal, but did intend to find her human someday.
Dysthymia nearly chirped out a response as well, but Wulfram's sudden interest in him caused the reply to die in his throat. Instead he stared back at the Tulgey and tried not to wonder about the various interesting things; why was there a cord around his neck? Why were his sleeves bright red and black, did that symbolize anything? What was with the armband he wore? Despite his curiosity he kept silent and merely tilted his head at Wulfram. When his bindings were glanced at for a moment he looked down at them himself, and absently moved his thigh so that the wire moved at well, and in turn moved his ear. It was fun playing with his bindings; people seemed to think they were so strange sometimes.
At his question, Vessatha shrugged a bit. "Getting some fresh air before I head down to the kitchens. Someone is feeling a bit.. cooped up." The ferret gave a significant glance to Mia, and Mia pretended not to notice, like he usually did. As for the kitchens, Vessatha was always in some area with the servants, as she had been put in charge of watching over them--it worked out best for everyone, as it allowed her kids to come and bother her if necessary, and also meant she wasn't on such a strict schedule. "And you?"
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Post by Vyn on Mar 5, 2008 13:39:09 GMT -5
Wulfram had been lucky enough to be born with a decent rank and a human form as well and he was undeniably proud of both. Especially now that he was a Jack. It put him on easier rank with nobles and that alone pleased him greatly, not to mention that it made his skills with magic that much easier.
However, he failed to noticed Vessatha's scrutinizing, for he was instead focused on the little ferret that was apparently wiggling his bindings for Wulfram's benefit. The crow smiled oddly, almost amused. Quiet children were good children and so long as Dysthymia didn't attempt to climb on him than Wulfram would be on good terms with him.
When Vessatha spoke, he looked up to meet her gaze once more. "I vas chust teking e valk to clear my hett."
The Tugley slowly regarded Dysthymia and, with that odd smile again, spoke up once more. "Do you like your bindinks, boy?" It was an odd recognition but the boy's bindings made him think of Lenore and he did seem to enjoy playing with them.
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Post by Greenie on Mar 5, 2008 17:55:34 GMT -5
Vessatha tilted her head, a mirror image of what her son had done a few moments ago--it was clear who the boy had learned it from. "You are welcome to join is, if you wish to. We will probably head to the gardens." She then turned her attention to Mia, interested in his answer herself. The ferret highly disliked all three of the boy's bindings; she had never understood their purpose, and had even tried to remove them when they were quite little--Quinn had prevented her, of course, and she now did not touch them. Vessatha still did not see the reason behind them, but if the boys wished to keep them on, it was no longer her choice.
Dysthymia blinked at him, his thoughts easily readable on his expression. Like his bindings? Surely not, for they were a hindrance--but he wouldn't remove them if given the opportunity. "Only as much as one can like their worst fault, but they are a part of who I am and to remove them would be to remove a part of myself, sir." Mia answered slowly but carefully to make sure what he said was exactly what he meant. Especially around Vessatha, if he said the wrong thing, he would likely get whapped over the head, present company disregarded.
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Post by Vyn on Mar 5, 2008 21:50:30 GMT -5
Wulfram nodded thoughtfully. A walk to the gardens sounded like a good idea, actually. The fresh air would clear his head and the company would give him something to focus his attention on. "I voeld like zat." He agreed with a slight nod of his head, red eyes never leaving Dysthymia.
He wanted to hear the boy's answer just as much as Vessatha did.
While Wulfram wasn't particularly fond of Torques, he was curious about their bindings and was amused by the varying opinions on them. Some loved them, others resented them. Some eventually outgrew their 'need' of them and shed them off and so with their 'curse'. That was a rare response though and Wulfram didn't not expect it from Dysymthia now.
"E goot enswer, Dysthymia." His words rolled with pleasure and nodded his head slightly. "Are you proed auf zem? Or do you chust vear zem out auf e sense auf self und duty?"
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Post by Greenie on Mar 8, 2008 21:54:43 GMT -5
Vessatha nodded at his answer, then shrugged, as it was quite obvious he was paying more attention to her son than he was to her, which was fine. She knew little about or of him, and would learn best by him quizzing someone other than her. Dysthymia was quite mature for his age, and could handle it, and he might as well get acclimated to some of the more.. interesting.. figures that were around the courts now, rather than later. She began walking, expecting the other two to follow.
Dysthymia's brow furrowed as he contemplated Wulfram's question. As he thought, he began following his mother to the gardens. "I don't suppose I can answer that question, sir. I have never been to Torquehelm and don't understand what duty you speak of, or why I should be proud of them." He paused, trying to figure out if he'd fully answered the question; he wasn't entirely sure. "Perhaps I will find out in time."
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Post by Vyn on Mar 13, 2008 13:18:45 GMT -5
Wulfram followed in the woman's wake, eyes focused on the younger ferret all the while. Once he was done pressing questions to the child, he'd allow his attention to venture onto Vessatha more fully. The Torque in him was simply fascinating for the time being, and it kept his mind off of more 'important' things.
Lenore, specifically.
"I see." Wulfram nodded slightly in thought, debating the boy's answer for a moment. He would not remove them but he also failed to understand their purposes. Interesting. Either, over time, he would learn their true meaning to him or, regardless of his first comment, he would shed his bindings with time.
"Perhaps. I voeld like to hear your opinions upon zem vhen you do." His answer came after a long moment of contemplation before he nodded casually and turned his attention back up onto Vessatha.
She had a child, or even a litter, but none were accounted for aside from Dysthymia. Was her mate here? Or did she come with him alone? He would have to find out. "Und how are you zis evenink, Vessatha?"
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