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Post by Ladorak on Jan 9, 2010 1:28:02 GMT -5
((OK, this is for anyone who wants to be on Ladorak's ship this year from when it leaves Welkin. This thread is setting the stage for it and will be intended as a congregation thread where everyone can meet everyone else. So join in if you intend to be sailing with Ladorak this year!))
"Caden, do you remember this place?" the words were accented by the swinging open of the carriage door in front of the young marten's face. He stepped down from the stoop, King Poynt's palace stretching out before him.
"Uh huh....Whistleminster Palace...right?" Caden replied as he looked up at Ladorak, who was alighting from the carriage himself. The ermine was decked out in his Commander's uniform, the one epaulette looking conspicuous on an otherwise immaculate outfit. It was here a year ago that Caden had been introduced to social life in the capital of Welkin, and had also had his arm broken by Luxe Calone.
That was a forgivable incident, and tonight was different. Tonight, all of Poynt's naval officers had been summoned to the palace for a gala. Tonight was significant. Tonight was the night that many officers on shore leave had dreamed about. Tonight was the night that many of the would be getting commissions for a ship. Ladorak Fugate fully expected to receive one by night's end, and he knew this would be a big night for many.
Caden, for his part, was decked out in some nice clothes that the ermine had bought him. Having Ladorak in ermine always made Caden feel a bit more secure about himself. They both had white fur now, not just the kit. Being completely of white fur with pink eyes didn't always lend itself to being the subtlest of creatures.
"That's right....Whistleminster Palace. Ready then?" the Commander asked, to which Caden nodded. Offering his paw, Caden considered this a moment, and finally decided to take it. Walking paw in paw with his guardian down the paved pathway, the albino marten approached the soldiers at the entrance. "Ahem....Commander Ladorak Fugate, formerly of the HMS Boreas, now on shore leave. And my ward, Caden Freemont. Also check for a Vingo Sken, as he might be along as well." the ermine said in a formal tone.
Going down the checklist, the coldl night air aglow with many lanterns, the guard finally checked off the three names. "Right guv'ner, please proceed." The redcoat moved aside and allowed their admittance. There was some snow in Muggidrear as of late, but the Whistleminster grounds had been cleared of it by Poynt's servants.
Inside they walked into a golden blast of light. Many lights were lit, and the grand foyer was of course packed as usual, but this time there were far more naval officers present than had been the last time. Marble columns on either side, buffet tables lined up like pews in a church, and a smooth polished floor for dancing and fraternizing. A small band was playing off in one of the corners, and at the top of the stairs as usual were King Poynt and Queen Charlotte. The two royal ermines were surrounded by their entourage and family. Poynt's three sons and one daughter were present as well. Poynt, Redfur, Ragnar, and Sybilene or just Sybil as she was known. His other daughter had been wed to Duke Ferdinand Brunswick of Gradvar, and thus was not present. The rest of the brood were either floating about or off in the playroom if they were too young to be among the adults. Poynt and Charlotte were a busy couple, and between them had 13 kits, 15 altogether, though two had died in infancy.
Letting go of Caden's paw, Ladorak looked down at him. "Alright Caden, you're free to wander by yourself, but don't leave this hall. You won't have to spend this party in the playroom like last time. You're almost 13 now, so I'll give you a little bit of freedom here." Caden absolutely basked in this. He could intermingle with guests!? That had hadn't happened last time! He wasn't a stripling yet, but he eagerly looked forward to that day with great expectation.
Ladorak, for his part, began looking for Captains or Admirals he knew. He could pick out Howe and Jervis.....oh and there was that hulking giant Duncan...that skunk couldn't hide himself very well at over six feet tall. But where was Hood? Or the two Hoods for that matter? Ladorak figured Samuel's brother Alexander would be here as well. Both were Admirals in the fleet.
Well....perhaps he could speak with Howe first. Howe was commander of the entire Welkin Navy after all, and most senior Admiral on the list. Beginning to thread his way over the floor, the ermine first decided to divert himself to get some punch, his eyes catching sight of a silver bowl off to his left.
Caden, for his part, was wandering about the sea of party goers, lost amidst them. So enormous a room....so much yet to do! This party was just getting started.....
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Post by Carrow on Jan 9, 2010 16:36:26 GMT -5
"Aw, would you stop fussing over me like that?," Cerinus Apodemus murmured to his carer, a gentle jill weasel. "Archie, really. It's not my fault I'm so nervous. Can't help it is all. Ah! Hold on, I'll be back in a few, alright?" Without waiting for a response, twelve-year-old field mouse went off, looking about him in absolute astonishment. His brown eyes were even brighter than usual, as the rodent was truly excited to be in Whistleminster Palace.
Cerinus had always admired seafaring creatures, but it could hardly be said that he had made a snap decision to attempt to become one. The idea had popped into his head seemingly out of nowhere in the run-up to the festive season, and, knowing that his carer would not hear of him going off on such a risky venture on his own, but also well aware that her interest would immediately be piqued, he went to her after a few days of thinking it over. Standing before her and shuffling his footpaws in quite the nervous manner, the mouse had initiated their conversation thusly: "Er, Archie, I have something to tell you..."
So had begun quite a lengthy discussion, Yes! He was well aware that he'd be unsafe quite frequently. Yes! He knew that the very notion was one that was farught with risk! And yes, he realised that he would be away for quite some time if he did decide to join. You see, Archie (or Archia Mustela, to give her her full title) had been rather vehemently dismissive of the idea at first, figuring that it was just some wild idea of Cerinus'; that the mouse wanted to aim for something she thought that he would never be able to reach, just so he could feel good within himself once more, after years of covering up his inner turmoil with a bright and cheerful personality. He had lost both his parents when he was young, and to this day he felt incomplete.
Archie thought that this was merely an attempt by her diminutive charge to make something of his youth. Little did she know that the bright young creature had substantial plans. The mouse wanted something thrilling that he could remember his youth by. He had struggled for years, and had often, as hard as it was for him to admit, been close to attempting to take his own life more times than he could remember. That he was still going was a miracle in itself. More than anything he wanted to see other places. True, he loved Muggidrear, but nonetheless longed to see more of the world. Even travelling around Welkin would have appealed to him.
After a while, the weasel jill had agreed, albeit with a bit of reluctance in her voice to bring him along to this gathering. Once inside, the mouse had spotted a bowl of strawberry cordial over where the drinks were. He'd felt strangely tired all the day so far, so had gone for something to perk him up. It was still one of his favourite beverages, even now as he approached his teenage years.
His carer watched him go, her blue eyes just as bright as Cerinus'. The love that existed between them was as though she was his mother, and he her son, and she realised all too well that allowing the mouse to follow his dreams would make him happier. Bring some light into the dark and gloomy world in which he really lived. Cerinus was good at masking his feelings, but only she knew just how troubled he truly was...
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Post by Ladorak on Jan 10, 2010 10:54:04 GMT -5
"Admiral Howe, you're looking dignified as always." Ladorak's smooth words played in the elderly fisher's ear now. Richard Howe was a fisher, which was a very large and strong species of marten. But in his old age (Howe was currently 67), his body had shrunk a bit and grown just a tad withered, but he still possessed a fair amount of strength even now and could at least hold himself upright. He did however have some drawbacks. If he tended to exert himself a great deal he was prone to collapsing in exhaustion and in need of a good bed to lie in for a few hours while he recovered himself.
His intellect however had not suffered with the onset of age and he still maintained a sharp wit and was able to make snap decisions in the heat of things, which was still a valuable trait for the Navy.
"Aha! Fugate! Yes! Thank you!" he said, looking at the ermine from the corner of his eye and brightening up upon seeing him. Offering his paw, the younger mustelid shook it. "It's good to see you. I'm happy to say that at long last your pleas for a ship have been answered! I can FINALLY say yes to you." Ladorak smiled knowingly. For too long had he sent requests to Howe and Hood, only to be rejected every single time with regret from his superiors, stating that right now there were just no ships available for someone of his rank. But that had changed. New times had gathered over this group.
"And long have I waited for this opportunity to once again serve my nation." Ladorak responded, offering the fisher a glass of punch as the ermine had recently stopped by the bowl. "Are you expecting a command sir?" he asked now, to make conversation.
"Why yes, most likely, most likely. I already know some details that have been worked out." was Howe's answer.
"Ah very good, very good. Tell me are either of the Hoods present? Samuel in particular."
"Hmm Hood? Yes, they're both here. I spoke with Alexander a few moments ago. A fine one that! I'd very much like for him to serve in my fleet I think, and wouldn't mind having you either...though of course I know Samuel will probably call you for himself. He and you are rather close. And what was I saying? Oh yes! Samuel. I did seem him too, haven't spoke with him yet though! I imagine he's congregating about, speaking with this officer or that officer." Howe said speculatively, tugging his chin fur now. The elder Hood, Samuel, was in fact even older than Howe, at 69, but still retained his good health and was in better shape than Howe in some regards. His younger brother Alexander was Howe's age, 67.
"Right, quite so. Well Admiral Howe, it was good to see you again. I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening." the ermine said politely, and moved off as Howe said something further, though it was more of a farewell than anything else. Now to find the opossum Admiral he was seeking. Where was Hood? Where was Hood?
Having to move quickly to avoid a dancing couple that nearly ran into him, Ladorak deftly dodged them only to crash into a dibbun mouse, though not with such great force that he'd knock him backwards off his paws. "Oh! I beg your pardon!" the ermine said apologetically, looking down at Cerinus. "I was trying to avoid some others but still managed to collide. Are you alright?" he asked, studying the youth from behind his spectacles and offering him a smile now.
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Caden, for his part, was staring down into a punch bowl. Pink...just like his eyes. The marten knew it contained alcohol, something Ladorak had told him to lay off of for now. The ermine wanted him to wait until he was aboard ship, in which case he would be entitled to a rum ration at that point. Ladorak said he wanted to be there for Caden's first drink, but it was just so tempting to partake of it now.
Reaching tentatively for a cup, the albino did manage to get his paws around one but stopped there. Looking around for Ladorak, he could see the ermine talking to a dibbun around his age. Hmmm....who was that fellow? Another one in here that wasn't in the playroom?
Drumming his claws indecisively on the tin, the kit shifted his gaze from Ladorak to the punch and back to Ladorak, still deciding on what to do.
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Post by Carrow on Jan 10, 2010 12:35:50 GMT -5
It was just as well that Cerinus had good balance, otherwise the rodent would have been knocked right off his paws, beaker of cordial and all. As it was, he came perilously close to toppling over, but righted himself just in time. Such a collision didn't exactly do wonders for the young mouse's nerves either.
"Oh, er... yes, I'm alright, thank you," he answered Ladorak. He was exceptionally shy today, and gazed down at his footpaws, unable to meet the ermine's green eyes. He studied what he could see of him, still unwilling to meet his gaze. But then Cerinus recalled that voice. It was rather warm and friendly, now that he thought about it.
That was the clincher as far as he was concerned. The nervous youngster looked up and into the ermine's kind eyes. "You'll, er, have to forgive me, sir. I already feel out of my depth here...," he admitted, a trace of sadness evident in his voice. "Not exactly sure why, but I do all the same." The mouse sounded glum despite the fact that he had quite been looking forward to this occasion.
"My name's Cerinus, sir...," he told Ladorak, figuring he may as well go and introduce himself. He didn't exactly know who the mustelid was, but he seemed to be of elevated importance in his eyes. Wait.. could it be? Was this most unexpected of encounters set to yield results for him? He could only wait and see. The rodent was quite curious about all this. He just hoped that the ermine had time for him. He seemed quite busy; a creature with places to go.
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Post by bookity101 on Jan 10, 2010 14:46:29 GMT -5
Luxe stretched the starched color, oh how he hated this type of thing, but he was expected to attend… So he swallowed against the color and marched out the hotel door, heaving a sigh as he did…. 15 minutes later, Luxe stepped out of the pawsom cab onto the steps of Whistleminster Palace. Soon he was lost in the sea of furry bodies in bright party dress. He was uncomfortable, having caught many eyes on his way to the refreshment tables, he’d been in there less than ten minutes, and he already felt parched. He knew why too, having so many eyes on him made him nervous. The only reason so many were looking at him was because he’d let Master Gaylor tell him what to wear, stupid thing was to flashy. It wasn’t only the outfit, which was a much better quality than what he would have picked out. It was the outfit plus his own build and pelt color. Combined these things made him something to look at, not that he wanted to be. Soon enough he was trying to find Ladorak, the reason he was even at this party…. ********* Elle turned around in front of the mirror. The beech martin sighed, having trouble deciding if she disliked working or being dragged around to balls less… “ELLE!” she winced, the balls defiantly, at least when she was doing the laundry or helping her cousins she didn’t have to deal with Aunt Screechy… “ELLE! Get DOWN here!!… We’re going to be LATE!” Elle sighed again and looked one last time in the mirror on her way out, at the very least she got a new dress out of this mess, and it was a very nice one. The green satin dress went nicely with her eyes, and her hair was done up nicely.. “ELLE!!” the young martin hurried the rest of the way into foyer, crying out when her Aunts claws grasped her ear. “Hush child lets go now, you’ve made us late again, you ungrateful wench!” ‘ungrateful my eye Aunty.’ Elle rarely spoke to her Aunt, her uncle was more often a willing ear than his mate. Meekly she responded, “I am sorry Aunty, I was having trouble with the buttons an-” Her aunt waved a paw. “No matter, you are her now, lets go.” With that Elle was dragged by the ear into the waiting carriage, biting her lip to keep from crying out. She stared out thw window as they approached Whistleminster Palace, dashing away tears as her aunt kept an unending monologue about how bad L was, and how stupid it was of her Father to leave everything to such a snip of a girl. Soon enough they pulled up to the steps and as soon as she was inside, L melted into the crowd and escaped to the refreshment table, nearly running over an albino martin the process of her hurried flee from her aunt. She whirled around, her braided hair falling down from its pins. “Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to run into you.” Her eye’s were open wide, slightly afraid she had stepped on his tail. Her inner thoughts may run along the lines of being a rebel, but she had put up a façade of being polite, meek femme for so long it was hard to break. ((HA! finally got it done! ))
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Post by Ladorak on Jan 11, 2010 1:38:26 GMT -5
Kneeling down now to bring himself to Cerinus's height, the ermine smiled broadly. Addressing him as sir....so this dibbun did have a good upbringing. "Cerinus you say?" he asked, his gaze very warm, and non-threatening in the best way possible. His voice was very welcoming, with a baritone type richness to it.
Placing a paw on the lad's shoulder, the ermine seemed to just emanate this type of charisma and welcoming persona about him. "Well Cerinus, I'm Ladorak Fugate, Commander in King Poynt's Royal Navy. It's nice to meet you." He took the mouse's paw and shook it in a relaxed manner, still smiling.
"And you feel out of your depth you say? Well we can't have that now can we?" he asked, releasing the lad's paw now, but keeping his other one on the rodent's shoulder. "What could possibly be on your mind? Everyone here is rather nice, and you're quite safe within the King's palace. Let's see if we can't work on getting you a bit more at ease shall we?" he asked softly, studying the youth's eyes with his own.
"Why don't you tell me what a young one like yourself is doing here Cerinus, and we'll go from there." the ermine spoke in calm, even tones, hoping to put this youngster at ease. He did seem as if he were nervous or upset about something, though it was hard for the mustelid to tell what it was exactly. This mouse seemed to be multi-layered, so unusual for a dibbun his age. Caden...Cerinus reminded him a bit of Caden, and though Ladorak was certain he wouldn't unravel everything, he could at least chip at the edges and see what they revealed.
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Caden had finally decided the heck with it. He'd just have one drink...maybe only half a cup. Dipping the ladle into the pink fluid, he dumped it into his cup, being careful to only fill it up halfway. OK....OK.....little did he know that his mother suffered from alcoholism but......
He tried to steady his paw, and quiet his beating heart. It would be just one drink. Just a half at that. Raising it to his lips, he suddenly slammed the tin down on the table, pain shooting through his tail as someone stepped on it, and then he was shoved forward, against the table, his chest being wedged between whoever it was and the table's edge before they backed off.
Biting down hard, the albino tried to stop himself from screaming out in pain. Alright! Whoever this was was going to get it! Rolling up his sleeves, tears forming in his pink pupils from the pain, the marten clutched his cup tightly, getting ready to hurl the liquid into the beast's face, and then pummel them.
Turning on his heel, his face one of battle, the kit suddenly stopped himself though, his eyes gazing upon...was that a beech marten? And a....pretty beech marten at that! Caden's heart was still pounding, but this time not because of the adrenaline rush, though that had helped. Stopping dead right there, it was as if he'd suddenly become powerless within the gaze of this female his age.
With a clatter the tin fell out of his paws and onto the carpet in front of him, the punch scattering about but not splashing either of them, as there hadn't been much in there to begin with. Caden seemed to pay it no mind at all however. In fact, it was as if he was completely oblivious to it. "Uh......" for once, the albino found himself at a loss for words. He always knew what to say. Whether to throw insults or speak his mind or even compliment someone, Caden wasn't able to think straight.
His head was swimming, the only thing in it right now seemed to be his female beech marten. The rest of the room was fading away now, the guests becoming just a blur, all framing Elle. "No...that's OK." He said slowly, smiling slightly now. "No harm done." No harm? But Caden...you had just been about to bust some skull....now you're forgiving...what on earth was wrong with him!? Shaking his head slightly, he tried to clear the fog that had settled over it.
"Um...." he noticed the spilled punch. "Whoops. Clumsy." he blushed underneath his white fur, and stepped over it, reaching out for a napkin, placing said napkin in his long tail and using said appendage to manipulate the napkin in mopping up the spill. "Are you a guest here?" he asked, and then immediately felt stupid. Idiot! Of course she was a guest! She wouldn't be here otherwise...right?
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Post by Carrow on Jan 11, 2010 5:39:00 GMT -5
His eyes still riveted on the ermine's, Cerinus returned Ladorak's smile. He'd heard that it was always better to meet the eyes of the creature whom you were speaking to, but even as it was, he found himself drawn to them like a moth to a flame. There was such gentleness and kindness within them, the likes of which he could hardly say that he knew. Despite everything, he couldn't let his guard drop yet. It was rather unlike him to change from shy and nervous to forthcoming and relaxed within the click of claws, but this creature's presence was really helping him, and he hoped with all his heart that he might be offered a place amongst his crew.
Whiskers drooping, yet still with a slight smile on his features - for there was something quite comforting about that paw on his shoulder, the mouse spoke. "Well, I... I know that you could do that if any creature could, sir," he responded in quiet tones, almost as if he were afraid of the sound of his own voice. "It's just something that's come with the life I've lived. It's been sheltered - it's had to have been..."
He trailed off, and much as a source of comfort the ermine's green eyes were, reluctantly it seemed he averted his gaze. He couldn't stay cheerful for long when he thought thoughts like the ones that ran through his head at that moment. The rodent picked up, finishing what it was he'd been about to say. "I just feel so nervous about this. I'm not afraid of new things - of course not - but one thing I can say for sure is that while I like to think I have a rough idea of what I would be getting myself into, there's this..." A sigh. "This unspeakable fear that what can go wrong will. I've come to expect that, sad to say."
Cerinus' brown eyes looked into Ladorak's again, and as the young creature shuffled his paws again to show just how nervous he was, his eyes seemed to give off a look that said, I know you're probably really busy at the moment sir, but I'd like to maybe go somewhere to talk; I'd rather we speak in relative privacy. His eyes said what he himself could not. Cerinus hadn't yet told this most friendly of ermines what he was doing here. He didn't want to at that moment, because, and strange as the notion seemed, he really couldn't talk about himself or his ambitions without having to bring up things personal to him, something that served as reminder of how inescapable this all was . The mouse stood, head bowed and eyes downcast once more. He was sure that his silent request was too much to ask at that point, but it seemed Ladorak was an understanding creature. Again, the mustelid's mere presence was a comfort to the young mouse, but he wondered whether or not the Commander would be able to make time with him. He just couldn't open up here, having long since accepted that this was what he would need to do if he were to get anywhere at this event.
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Post by Ladorak on Jan 11, 2010 11:46:57 GMT -5
The ermine's face softened as he listened to this mouse. The way he carried himself...described his feelings and how he expected everything to turn out wrong....it was almost like a mirror image of Ladorak himself ten or more years ago, back when he had been released from custody in that abbey on distant shores....
Drifting, feeling lost and without a sense of purpose, the mustelid had tried to survive on his own, but the worst always did end up happening, and years of living as a virtual slave (even if most of it had been under Ublaz's hypnotic influence) had taken their toll on his mind, leaving him a most fragile mustelid indeed. But that had been a decade and more ago. Now he was back in his element....with potentially good things to come in the years ahead.
But he knew in this moment that this youth needed to be somewhere private, to speak about matters alone. Knowing what it was like to go through something like this, and live this was, Ladorak spoke as gently as he could. "Oh no, no, no, come lad, come. I think I understand you very well.....you remind me a lot of myself at your age." Well sort of, except at his age Ladorak was mostly a hypnotized servant of Ublaz, and didn't really start suffering from bouts of depression until after he'd been released and turned loose from Sampetra.
"Here....why don't we take one of those rooms and you can tell me what's on your mind?" standing up and keeping a paw on the mouse's backside, the ermine moved him towards one of the two wings branching off from the main block of the palace. There were so many empty rooms thanks to most of the guests being here in the party.
Leaving that hustle and bustle behind, the Commander walked down darkened corridors now, only hoping that Caden would be alright for the few minutes he would be on his own, but feel rather self-assured of that. The albino kit was a strong sort, very self-reliant.
Opening the door to a lounge or boudoir of some sort, the ermine could see it was unoccupied. Closing the door behind them, Ladorak felt in his pockets for matches, but knew he had none. "Well we'll have to do without any lighting in here for the time being." he said, moonlight washing in from several windows that looked out into the front gardens of Whistleminster. "Now then....what's all this talk about expecting the worse? Believe me son, I've been in a similar position...and I'm an excellent listener, so go ahead here...have a seat if you want." the ermine pulled a white painted wooden chair back by blue velvet over to where Cerinus was standing.
Fixing a chair up for himself, the ermine sat down and and placed a paw on his chin in a thoughtful manner, running his claws through his fur a bit, a more contemplative look on his face. "Don't be afraid Cerinus, I can keep secrets." he said, wondering just what it was this mouse wanted to talk about, and why he had picked Ladorak to confide in, though Ladorak knew he was a kind soul, or at least tried to be, so it wasn't much of a surprise after all perhaps.
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Post by Carrow on Jan 11, 2010 16:43:01 GMT -5
Cerinus managed a slight smile as Ladorak spoke to him. At least the stoat could empathise with him, if he had indeed been in similar situations himself. He was rather enjoying the company of this amiable creature, and had seemed to brighten up as Ladorak had led him into the lounge. It seemed that he was an ermine he could finally open up to.
"Oh, er, it's alright, sir, I don't mind at all," the mouse murmured in response to the Commander's comment about how little light there was in the lounge. Much like how little light there is in my life, the rodent thought despondently. He shuffled his paws along the floor before he took a seat.
"Thanks for doing this for me, sir... You might be wondering why I've chosen you to confide in. You honestly seem to be the friendliest creature I've met in my whole life, and I think that says something about me. ...but anyways, far be it from me to begin in medias res." Cerinus quite liked that phrase; it was taken from Latin and meant 'in the middle of things'. He cleared his throat a little, before beginning to speak, his voice remaining soft throughout.
"Well, I'm barely twelve years old, sir, but you could say that as lives go, I've had a hard one. Both my parents died when I was young... what was it, seven, eight years ago? You know, I can hardly remember... feels like forever..."
He trailed off, fighting the surge of emotions that talking about this, even talking LIKE this, even to a creature like Ladorak brought out in him. He needed to know why the young mouse was so despondent, and though it would be hard for him to admit to certain things, even after all these years of carrying what seemed like the weight of the world on his shoulders, he would tell him, as he knew there was something about that kind and gentle stoat that cheered him.
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Post by bookity101 on Jan 11, 2010 23:41:39 GMT -5
Luxe saw Ladorak enter one of the rooms off the main hall. It appeared he was leading ayoung mouse who appeared down about something. Luxe snagged a glass from a passing server content to wait for his future commander to return from his conference. *****
Elle threw up her paws when she saw the look on the albino's face. "Look I'm-" Elle had to stop, jumping backwards to get out of the way of the punch. If she got anything on this dress she was toast! Her eyes took in mess on the floor. Then she quickly grabbed up a cloth for herself, kneeling down to help him. He seemed to be pretty quick when he wasn't tongue tied.
Between her paw and the albino's tail, the punch was soon mopped up. She stood, taking both of the napkins as she did.
"Yes I'm a guest here," she smiled at him, lighting up her face as she did so, he was kinda funny, stating the obvious like that. She glanced down at were the punch had landed, there was still a slight pink splotch on the fine carpet were the tables were standing. She wrinkled her nose slightly, this was great, at least she wouldn't be blamed for it this time. Unbeknown to Elle, her aunt had been making her way over to the tables for a drink. Her screechy laugh interrupted her thought about the carpet.
Her eyes went wide, whirling around and grabbing his paw. "Hurry, I know that voice," she hurried him away from the table. "And she's the only one here who would blame us." In her hast to get them both away her aunt, she dropped her polite façade, it was just for a moment..
Soon both of them were well away from her Aunt, they had gotten out of there just in time to. Elle stopped when they reached the outer wall,
“Ok, we’re safe now I think.” Elle looked down at her paw, realizing that she still held on to his. She dropped his paw quickly. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she stepped back and dropped into an elegant curtsy. “I am Lady Elle McNamee, “ She glanced up at him, wondering how he would respond. As she came up she asked, “And you are?”
(( luxe is just going to hang out till Ladorak comes out of the room))
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