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 Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 2:03 pm
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“Do not infer something I never implied!” Venomously snapped the two-toned mare, her petite body suddenly poised threateningly. “I would NEVER think so little of you!” Heatedly countered the girl as she began gesturing wildly with her hands, hyperventilating ever so slightly when she spoke.
She couldn’t stand to even been in the same room with the other female any longer, stalking into the dimly lit corner the youthful gwilith growled and raked the cabinet for various herbs and ground spices. She was so angry she could barely contain herself. Flittering with a mound of ingredients heaped in her slender arms Zoisite all but ran into the kitchen, she wanted to prove herself to the uptight, haughty, snob in the armchair. Screw her! Who did she honestly think she was to lash out at her?
Throwing herself into her task Zoisite quickly formed a sheet of dough directly on the countertop by the cooking fires, droplets spilled onto the floured pasta-workings that were gathered in her hands. “Stop crying to stupid crybaby.” She seethed between her teeth as she shook her head sending more tears to steam from the corners of her eyes. She would validate herself to the older mare, she wasn’t some incompetent child or simpleton that could be talked to in such a degrading manner, didn’t she deserve to be treated as an equal.
No.
Sobbing harder the youth mare wanted to escape from the tower but she had to prove herself to Tiri. Dragging her forearm across her face the marble colored Pegasus continued preparing the quick yet savory meal.
(Tiri is so mean >.< )
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 2:24 pm
(( is the Rp upsetting? Tiri is not me--its just her personality... D: ))  ================
...................Tiri ithil......................
"You would do well to do the same." She hissed, venomous gaze eyeing her until she was clearly turning her back and could no longer feel the icy stare on her back.
Tiri whispered, looking at the palm she suddenly found balled into a fist...
"If you would never think so little of me--then you would not be so bold with me."
She wanted to tell her she did not mean it--but the storm agitated her 'condition' and her headache finally went away. She wished to say it was not an insult--but this female would either learn that about her or leave. What did Tiri care if she went into the storm? Got lost or worse...? Her head shook and she huffed at the thought, her book opened to a page she remembered; the Goddess Nimrochiell who was motherly...patient and a teacher. Tiri was no teacher at this point--but she knew a mother's love and figured Zoisite could use such a thing.
Her hair flippantly moved with the agitation fleeting in the form of ear flicks, slowing finally to a stop as the food cooked. The hair finally fully dried was able to lie calmly against her shoulders, dangling listlessly above her chest. The sigh was visible but not heard int he echoes of the tower. The storm still raged outside and all thunder and lightning had stopped, but the night grew longer and longer, herself not wanting to be conscious much longer.
========================== ((also--look at the blueprints--there is no kitchen just the main room and the cauldron where everything is cooked... Just for future reference. dont change your post or anything ^^ ))
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 2:53 pm
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Zoisite made haste in throwing the food together, the single bowl was filled with hearty noodles, a thin broth, a mix of vegetables and a compound of herbs bundled together as a substitute for a thick cutlet of meat. Padding over wordlessly with her ears completely down against her head the seafoam winged mare set the dish beside Tiri.
Folding her feathery plumage around her body the girl lowered herself into a sweeping bow, avoiding eye contact as best she could the youth opened her mouth to speak however found that she lacked the courage to speak. Choking back tears Zoisite back away from the seated mare with a trembling bottom lip. She knew her place, she had no right to even speak to someone as sophisticated as the potion master.
Lowering her head the young adult hide behind her scattered tresses as she mouthed ‘I’m sorry’, spinning on her hooves Zoisite moved as quickly as she could manage on her shaking legs and made a break towards the sole exit of the tower. She just wanted to leave, she should have never of entertained the thought of making a friend, who could ever want to be part of her life? She didn’t deserve such kindness. Never.
(The RP is fine, I am not upset. I know Tiri isn’t you. Also, I am sorry about my mistake… I greatly apologize. Please forgive me for my error. It will not happen again Mrs. DK. I am really sorry…)
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 3:19 pm
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...................Tiri ithil......................
With her attention fully on the book she reached over, mindlessly putting the spoon to her lips. She was surprised to taste something worth having been cooked! She wished a moment she was not surprised..not surprised that this youngling had made something that impressed her.
Her hand returned the spoon with a clink on the pottery hand made bowl's edge.
"You're not the only one who is sorry," she mindlessly replied, her voice just above a whisper itself. She could not stand being upset with someone, it was a waste of time and most mearh--all but her--had very little of that.
"I am very tired, i apologize,"she spoke bluntly, looking straight into the mare's eyes, locking them she her head raised. Tiri let her eyes express what her voice did not--she truly did not want to hurt her feelings. It was difficult to keep eye contact for long. She lifted herself form the chair, grabbing her bowl with one hand and munching as she walked to the fire's edge.
"Once we finish here we can adjourn upstairs." she spoke into the fire, eyes glinting and shining in the light, fur almost fiery with the highlights and darkened shadows on her body. Tail swishing lightly, the soup had improved her mood considerably.When finished she felt her hands stretch above her head with a yawn, the bowl put away and clean by this time.
"You did...very well," she spoke, walking over too the girl and patting her head with approval.
========================== ((no worries! Youre alright ^^ ))
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 10:08 pm
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Zoisite felt the hand on her head and she couldn’t help but force a smile and nuzzling into the female’s palm desperate for the attention, resisting the urge to continue rubbing into the touch Zoisite managed to bow . “I won’t keep you up any longer, the storm has died down and I think if I hush I can make it back home without trouble.” Fidgeting to fight the confliction that burned in her chest and mind, the girl refused to look the other mare in the eyes. She wanted to stay with the potion master safely within the stone walls of her tower yet she knew far better than to even attempt. “Thank you again for your hospitality Mistress Tiri Ithil, you rest well and--- perhaps we will meet again.”
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