Post by :: Pandie :: on Jul 21, 2009 19:45:21 GMT -5
Thea Shamblestone
Andre Tavoll
Location: The Stables/Wings of the Messenger
Time: Evening
Even the horses below seemed aggitated and bored. You could tell simply by watching them. Even now, two of the four had their heads tilted so that they could watch Thea swing her legs back and forth from the raftered loft in the Stables. She'd been doing a lot of that lately.
Now that the Wings of the Messenger shop was closed in the square, she really didn't have any reason to leave the stables at all. Business had simply been too scarce lately to be able to pay for the shops rent plus have enough for her and her birds to live off of. Hell, she had only gotten by this far because she began working from home with only one bird instead of seven.
She had sold the other six birds at a nearby realm. Fetched a good price for them too, but right this minute it didn't seem worth it. Sure, she and Crookie had enough coin to eat and purchase the bare necessities, but other then that it wasn't exactly highclass living.
She flicked her tongue inside her cheek, and ran the hand that did not sport a glove over the back of the bird. He had only returned but the day before from his mission, and she wasn't quite satisfied with the results he brought with him. But it wasn't the birds fault, and thus Thea rewarded him with a fine meal and a free for all fly.
Now, it was just the two of them. Crookie himself sat on the glove with ease, and watched the horses below as Thea groomed him, her small fingers skimming over his feathers in comfort.
He had gone to where the old shop had been, only to find that it had moved. He had spent several moments dashing back and forth across the square, not haivng the slightest inkling where the stables were. Finally, he stumbled across it, and poked his head in, wrinkling his nose at the smell. He had always hated horses.
Thea had been alerted before the voice even called out. First, Crookie took a few pacing steps on her hand, remaining in the same spot as if marching. And then the horses below shuffled. Small signs, but unmistakable when you've spent enough time around them.
She was already rising to her feet when the voice called out and she gave a quiet chuckle.
Her voice dropped slightly so she was no longer shouting.
And off he went, soaring from her hand to rest on one of the walls that composed an empty stall. Thea didn't have wings, so her progress was a little slower, having to climb down the shaky ladder that gained entry to her loft, but she made it there just as well.
Mind you, she wasn't exactly dressed for sucess. Clad in a pair of men's trousers and a dusky blouse, Thea was no one's idea of a lady. Of course, she didn't mind.
He watched her descent with a bit of a grin. He rather liked hard working girls--obviously. He only hoped she didn't bother listening to the banter that surrounded him.
Thea shoved her hands into her pockets in a lame attempt to hide the dirt. She watched the man with the smile, and a single eyebrow arched at the mention of Enchantica. Crookie had just been there about a week ago, he would certainly be able to make the trip again.
Instead of answering him, however, Thea turned her attention to the bird perched on the wall of the stall. She gave a gentle and warm smile, her voice chipper.
The bird let loose a high pitched squawk and Thea laughed quietly, and turned her eye's back on the customer.
He watched her display with some skepticisim...okay so maybe she had spent a little too long alone...still, to each their own. He had met stranger...he did as she asked, keeping his watchful eyes on the bird.
He pulled out his bag of money--wincing at how light it felt--and pulled out enough shillings to cover the cost, sliding them across to her. He still had his dues to pay to the queen also...
Andre Tavoll
Location: The Stables/Wings of the Messenger
Time: Evening
Even the horses below seemed aggitated and bored. You could tell simply by watching them. Even now, two of the four had their heads tilted so that they could watch Thea swing her legs back and forth from the raftered loft in the Stables. She'd been doing a lot of that lately.
Now that the Wings of the Messenger shop was closed in the square, she really didn't have any reason to leave the stables at all. Business had simply been too scarce lately to be able to pay for the shops rent plus have enough for her and her birds to live off of. Hell, she had only gotten by this far because she began working from home with only one bird instead of seven.
She had sold the other six birds at a nearby realm. Fetched a good price for them too, but right this minute it didn't seem worth it. Sure, she and Crookie had enough coin to eat and purchase the bare necessities, but other then that it wasn't exactly highclass living.
She flicked her tongue inside her cheek, and ran the hand that did not sport a glove over the back of the bird. He had only returned but the day before from his mission, and she wasn't quite satisfied with the results he brought with him. But it wasn't the birds fault, and thus Thea rewarded him with a fine meal and a free for all fly.
Now, it was just the two of them. Crookie himself sat on the glove with ease, and watched the horses below as Thea groomed him, her small fingers skimming over his feathers in comfort.
He had gone to where the old shop had been, only to find that it had moved. He had spent several moments dashing back and forth across the square, not haivng the slightest inkling where the stables were. Finally, he stumbled across it, and poked his head in, wrinkling his nose at the smell. He had always hated horses.
"Hello? Helllllooooo? Is anyone here? I've got a letter for the messenger!"
[/b][/u][/center]Thea had been alerted before the voice even called out. First, Crookie took a few pacing steps on her hand, remaining in the same spot as if marching. And then the horses below shuffled. Small signs, but unmistakable when you've spent enough time around them.
She was already rising to her feet when the voice called out and she gave a quiet chuckle.
"Alright, alright. I'll be down in a minute."
Her voice dropped slightly so she was no longer shouting.
"Go on Crookie, I'll meet you down there."
And off he went, soaring from her hand to rest on one of the walls that composed an empty stall. Thea didn't have wings, so her progress was a little slower, having to climb down the shaky ladder that gained entry to her loft, but she made it there just as well.
Mind you, she wasn't exactly dressed for sucess. Clad in a pair of men's trousers and a dusky blouse, Thea was no one's idea of a lady. Of course, she didn't mind.
He watched her descent with a bit of a grin. He rather liked hard working girls--obviously. He only hoped she didn't bother listening to the banter that surrounded him.
"Well, Miss, I have a letter that I need to deliver...might your fine birds be able to make it to Enchantica?"
[/b][/u][/center]Thea shoved her hands into her pockets in a lame attempt to hide the dirt. She watched the man with the smile, and a single eyebrow arched at the mention of Enchantica. Crookie had just been there about a week ago, he would certainly be able to make the trip again.
Instead of answering him, however, Thea turned her attention to the bird perched on the wall of the stall. She gave a gentle and warm smile, her voice chipper.
"What do you think, Crookie. Enchantica?"
The bird let loose a high pitched squawk and Thea laughed quietly, and turned her eye's back on the customer.
"He'd be delighted to. Just place the letter down on the table there and I'll be sure to have him deliver it as soon as he can."
He watched her display with some skepticisim...okay so maybe she had spent a little too long alone...still, to each their own. He had met stranger...he did as she asked, keeping his watchful eyes on the bird.
"Thank you...it is for Homilie Tavoll, my sister...I am Andre Tavoll, Carpenter...thank you for your services."
He pulled out his bag of money--wincing at how light it felt--and pulled out enough shillings to cover the cost, sliding them across to her. He still had his dues to pay to the queen also...
"Thank you kindly miss. If you'll forgive me, I must be going. But I'll surely be back to check on things tomorrow."
[/b][/u][/center](Andre had to disappear, RT called)
