Post by Greenie on Oct 24, 2010 13:15:15 GMT -5
"Vessie finds herself receiving a hand-made quilt from a local Quilting Group in Kahmden, in honor of her realm's pride in her and her title. All of them banded together to make it for her. Thoughts?"
Word Count: 502
Warning: Swearing.
Vessatha held the material away from her in a combination of mild distaste and confusion. Despite the fact that the material was soft beneath her fingers and the fabric was pleasing, the ferret continued to stare at it as if it might produce teeth or claws and take a swipe at her. "What..... what is it? What do I do with it?" She asked slowly, her torso tilting towards Mia to transfer her odd look to him. The quilt slipped an inch out of her grasp, and she hastily re-arranged her fingers so it didn't fall to the ground.
"Ah.... It's a quilt. A commemoration quilt, I believe," He replied hesitantly, not all that more decisive in his statement than his mother. "The note with it had some jibber jabber about being realm-proud and of their confidence in you to lead..... and such..." Mia quickly trailed off and snapped his mouth shut when Vessatha's expression turned dark and murderous.
"Realm pride?" She snapped, tossing the blanket over her desk with a snap. "Pride? Where were they thirty years ago when I gave a shit, huh? Holed up in their stupid little burrows, scared that The Man was going to come and bring forth hell to their communities? Well, fuck them." Vessie shouted as she paced back and forth, her hands waving in the air animatedly as she vehemently made known her distaste for all Kahmdens. Mia nearly interjected, as she obviously cared if she was getting so upset, but when he cleared his throat and didn't even get a glimmer of notice, he rolled his eyes instead.
"And what's that about confidence in me as a leader?" The King continued, oblivious to her son's half-hearted attempt to quiet her. "They better fucking believe I'll ride their asses, and if they don't leave me alone I'm going to dreg up some stupid, farse laws to slap their behinds with so they really understand what I'm capable of!" Her voice had reached a carrying level, and Mia nearly ran to go shut the door before anyone - namely Donnie - came in, curious as to why the normally halfway composed King was frothing at the mouth.
On his way back he snagged a thick dictionary off a shelf and slammed it down on the desk, causing Vessatha to jump and effectively shutting her up with a glower. "It's a stupid quilt, made by some old ladies who like to feel important. Making people question your competence level isn't going to change the situation." He leaned forward on the dictionary toward her, one eyebrow quirked.
The ferret stared into his pupil-less eyes for a long moment, then swore and kicked her desk. "They probably expect me to hang it somewhere important. Well screw that, I'll put it in Riordan's bed. Mister Bighands EgoAss can drool on it." She snarled and snatched the quilt back up on her way out to do just that.
Mia frowned and put the dictionary away, then muttered, "I want a realm pride quilt in my bed..."
Word Count: 502
Warning: Swearing.
Vessatha held the material away from her in a combination of mild distaste and confusion. Despite the fact that the material was soft beneath her fingers and the fabric was pleasing, the ferret continued to stare at it as if it might produce teeth or claws and take a swipe at her. "What..... what is it? What do I do with it?" She asked slowly, her torso tilting towards Mia to transfer her odd look to him. The quilt slipped an inch out of her grasp, and she hastily re-arranged her fingers so it didn't fall to the ground.
"Ah.... It's a quilt. A commemoration quilt, I believe," He replied hesitantly, not all that more decisive in his statement than his mother. "The note with it had some jibber jabber about being realm-proud and of their confidence in you to lead..... and such..." Mia quickly trailed off and snapped his mouth shut when Vessatha's expression turned dark and murderous.
"Realm pride?" She snapped, tossing the blanket over her desk with a snap. "Pride? Where were they thirty years ago when I gave a shit, huh? Holed up in their stupid little burrows, scared that The Man was going to come and bring forth hell to their communities? Well, fuck them." Vessie shouted as she paced back and forth, her hands waving in the air animatedly as she vehemently made known her distaste for all Kahmdens. Mia nearly interjected, as she obviously cared if she was getting so upset, but when he cleared his throat and didn't even get a glimmer of notice, he rolled his eyes instead.
"And what's that about confidence in me as a leader?" The King continued, oblivious to her son's half-hearted attempt to quiet her. "They better fucking believe I'll ride their asses, and if they don't leave me alone I'm going to dreg up some stupid, farse laws to slap their behinds with so they really understand what I'm capable of!" Her voice had reached a carrying level, and Mia nearly ran to go shut the door before anyone - namely Donnie - came in, curious as to why the normally halfway composed King was frothing at the mouth.
On his way back he snagged a thick dictionary off a shelf and slammed it down on the desk, causing Vessatha to jump and effectively shutting her up with a glower. "It's a stupid quilt, made by some old ladies who like to feel important. Making people question your competence level isn't going to change the situation." He leaned forward on the dictionary toward her, one eyebrow quirked.
The ferret stared into his pupil-less eyes for a long moment, then swore and kicked her desk. "They probably expect me to hang it somewhere important. Well screw that, I'll put it in Riordan's bed. Mister Bighands EgoAss can drool on it." She snarled and snatched the quilt back up on her way out to do just that.
Mia frowned and put the dictionary away, then muttered, "I want a realm pride quilt in my bed..."
