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 Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 11:17 pm
Nose deep in the pages of a compendium of local flora Mertensia took no notice of the stranger peering across the desk at her until he hooked a finger into the binding. Pulling the book from the mare's intent gaze as he spoke, making it clear that he'd been trying to capture her attention for some time without any success.
"Hey, lass. You listening? What's got you so compelled anyway?" An amused rumble questioned as the stallion's eyes dropped to the open pages, only half-heartedly noticing the illustration of flowers on one half and a sea of text upon the other. What he did notice, without a shadow of a doubt, was the enthusiasm that blossomed in the librarian's face. Almost immediately regretting the interest he'd shown in her reading material.
It's a text of all the flowers across the continent! See? These little white, drooping flowers are called Snowdrop and they blossom in the fields across Ostglinn! And these here-- Mertensia licked her finger, flipping backwards several pages to another conical-shaped group of purple blossoms which she slid closer to the edge of the desk for her captive to see more clearly. This is called a Heath Spotted Orchid, they grow all across the mountain ranges of Ithilaeglir! Aren't they pretty?
"Tsst, don't look like nothin' but weeds to me," the less than impressed village stated with a derisive snort, ignoring the affronted expression Tensia wore as he added in a tone that was meant to be helpful. "I think you'd do yourself a world a good to quit wasting your time here and actually experience the world first hand instead of looking it up in books, lass."
Perhaps because he wasn't the only one to make such a suggestion or perhaps because he sounded so condescending when he made it, the periwinkle equine bristled. Pink fluster turning a precious shade of plum upon her cheeks beneath a layer of pale blue fur as jade hues fixed tightly on the stallion's face. By his solid build it was clear that he had a farm somewhere north of the town and spent most of his time tending it--far away from civilization. It explained his lack of tact, though Mertensia hardly had any desire to excuse him because of it, answering curtly. I could give a flying fig what you think, honestly! If you're quite done mocking me, I'd be delighted if you'd take yourself elsewhere, sir.
If he was at all intimidated by the hardened glare upon the bookworm's face, the farmer made no indication of it. Shaking his head at Mertensia as if he thought her a lost cause, though now having her attention he finally got around to the reason he'd wanted her attention in the first place, tapping her nose with the rolled up zoning map in one hand, "Have it your way, oh... and I'll be taking this with me."
Without waiting for permission the stallion left, his strolling gait full of self importance. It was only after he was gone that the exasperated librarian realized that he hadn't signed out the map, mouth pursing in annoyance. Damn him for getting her so out of sorts! A grim gaze drifting to the table where he had clearly been digging through the leafs of paper in search for the one that held his property lines, or maybe those of someone else. Tensia hadn't cared to ask. Circling slowly around the desk to begin cleaning up the maps that had been left strewn all over the place, resisting the urge to ruffle her hair into a disheveled mess to further outwardly express her frustration. A placating murmur slipping under her breath, Oaf..
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 11:24 am
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The fierce feminine voice carried throughout the confines of the library holding its strident pitch even as it flittered through several rows of bookshelves and finally arrived at the small table that a lone figure resided in, scattered books describing exotic rare herbs and different manners of food preparation littered the surface top as the marble colored mearth leisurely took her time with copying passages from the tomes verbatim. Zoisite had never been fond of bound print, though she respected it and treated every book she came across with a profound respect, her father had made sure of that. Emerald hues widened as she came to a passage of interest and again she dipped her makeshift pen into the canter of ebony liquid, smears of the scholarly strainer streaked the parchment that the tone-toned teal and white haired Pegasus brought with her as she scribbled.
The quill in her left hand faltered upon the paper when the other gwilith’s words caught in her perky ears, of all the days for her to have been loitering within the walls of the archives today was the one that Zoisite found herself suddenly forgetting her current task and completely engrossed in the conversation that the librarian and the abrasive stallion were having. Rude or not she simply couldn’t force herself to cease eavesdropping once she had begun, pushing away from the table the athletic figured mare set her things upon the surface before creeping towards the front of the building to check on the periwinkle colored maiden.
Slits of emerald peered around the edge of a towering shelf just as the stallion that had been addressing the youthful female stowed a map along his forearm and made a hasty exit, truth be told at first the tailless gwilith didn’t think anything wrong with the action however as the other female’s visage furrowed up with disgruntlement and frustration Zoisite felt her seafoam wings twitch at the stocks with anger. Had that male really caused so much distress to the female that she saw before her? Maybe she hadn’t heard the entirety of the conversation between the two after all, biting the bottom of her lip the awkward unkempt mare eased from her hiding space and headed towards the exit in a inaudible rush the moment the librarian had her back turned.
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Finding the stallion in itself was a task the youth scowled at in recollection as she trotted back towards the library carrying herself with a steady limp, pride however in her actions kept her from whinnying. The throbbing ache started near the base of her hooves and ended somewhere at the top of her head, under normal circumstances the moiré patterned equine would have never of ventured out looking for a fight however the sky-kissed librarian’s beauty held her in awe and compelled her gallant yet attention seeking actions.
Uplifting the leafy edged map to her narrowed face Zoisite regarded the item with a critical expression, the merriment in her shimmering eyes dwindled for just a moment upon passing through the archway into the library, what if the other gwilith thought her to be a reckless brut for retrieving the taken property by force? It wasn’t a pleasant notion to contemplate as she approached Mertencia, raising her line of vision from the ground untidy tresses of greens and white cascaded over her dark earthy shoulder like a wave of heady foam lapping against a smoothed spire of rock. Clearing her tightened throat with a shallow cough Zoisite tapped the end of the bundled parchment along the smooth contour of sky-blue fur.
“Um---I believe this belongs here,” stammered the petite mare in a provincial manner, her tongue felt hot and thick sitting in her mouth as she addressed the beauty before her, there was so much she wanted to say but her brain conspired against her. Smudges of ink and dirt presented themselves upon her cheeks noticeably as she offered the periwinkle gwilith an involuntary gregarious smile despite how suddenly imprudent she felt. “I--- erm--- saw—him take it--- so I --- brought it back for you, Miss.” Ah, yes, eloquent as ever.
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(Oh goodness, I have to admit right up front I am not used to RPing with someone that is far more literate than I am. I promise to try my best, dear.)
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 4:50 pm
Whoever had decided that Mertensia would make a proper guardian of the wealth of knowledge that could be found within the library--with its grandiose arching, cathedral windows and towering wooden shelves stretched to the ceiling--had clearly never taken into consideration the plump, little mare's avid appreciation for literature. Unless interrupted by a patron seeking the whereabouts of a particular article or tome possessing knowledge of a specific subject, Tensia rarely noticed the strangers that passed through the doorway from day to day.
To say that she'd had no awareness of the Gwilith occupying the domicile was nothing short of an understatement. For Tensia the female might not have ever possessed a presence at all when she slipped free without scarcely a sound to alert the fair colored slave of the written word. Her hourglass shape, as full through the hips and rump as she was across the swell of full breasts, remained bent over the table where the unrolled maps were scattered in complete disorder. They wouldn't have taken long for an average attendant to organize and return to the racks where they were kept in a room set aside for such political affairs and building records, permits and things of that nature, but Mertensia was far from ordinary.
As her fingers began collecting the maps one by one, returning the cuffs that held them in tightly coiled, cylindrical tubes the landscape north of the busy town seemed to come alive before her eyes. White, perforated chalk lines showed the edges of farms across sprawling greenery where miniature symbols expressed landmarks where their full-sized duplicate existed in reality. What most would have seen as an inferior diagram of a stretch of land had become the real thing for Tensi. Leaning on the surface of the table as a breathy sigh of wonderment filled the silence that grew around her in the otherwise barren interior.
Part of what drew the mare to books was that she had no skills of her own. Were she an artist, she would have lain the beauty of emotion to blank pages instead of enviously admiring the effortless strokes of charcoal and prismatic inks that filled entire shelves. Were she a writer, she would have made others agonize over every word spun into an entrancing web of adventure and suspense instead of being the one caught embarrassing spellbound. Were she any sort of scholar, then it would have been others who sought her articulate studies in topics like astronomy, philosophy or botany. No matter how much Mertensia filed away in her brain--and after having read nearly every book in the library she had a vast amount of information to share--the fact remained that whatever she knew had been the discovery of another. A tragic truth.
At least immersed amongst so many distractions it was easy enough to forget her own absence of proficiency.
Forget the Gwilith did. Pale, powder-tipped wings flexing and quivering with delight against her back as her gaze absorbed every square inch of the maps before her. Lost in the landscape until the tap of paper caused Tensi to wheel around with a sharp inhale of surprise. Had the stallion returned to give her more grief? She had half a mind to give him a better tongue lashing than he'd gotten away with before, yet as her delicate muzzle screwed up in preparation to bravely tell the antagonistic villager just where he could shove that map a vision of loveliness in, earthy hues greeted her.
Choking on the scowl that had already begun to form upon her features, brows knit with apology, tiers drawn into a rueful smile. Even if she wasn't sure what the mare wanted, there was no reason to greet her with such unwarranted hostility. Can I he-- oh! Uhmm..
Now uncertain of how to react to the gift the sheepish librarian cocked her head to one side, the length of her tail moving in a wispy motion against the back of her thighs and calves. A staggered explanation failed to make the melodic tone of the unfamiliar mare any less pleasing to the ears, even if it did clarify her presence and the proffered gift. Admitting with chagrin at the edge of her smile, You heard all that, did you? I apologize if we disrupted your concentration, that was unprofessional of me..
Threading tendrils of sage and satin blue around her fingers in a nervous gesture as they spilled over one shoulder and licked the curve of her neck Mertensia fought back the urge to giggle in her awkwardness. This really was a most peculiar situation. You.. didn't have to bring the map back, I'm sure he would have returned it eventually.. but I wish I could have seen the look on his face when you took it from him. I hope you didn't go through too much trouble for the likes of me though..
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 7:41 am
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“For the likes of you---“ Zoisite bowed with a flourish while glistening emerald hues remained steadfast upon the mare before her. “I would do so very much more,” seafoam plumage twitched and the stalks of her wings spasmed as she straightened to her full height which fell short a few inches in comparison to the feminine librarian and all of her sensual curves and swells. A careless earthy hand reached up to her snout and stroked at the plush fur that resided there, a pleasant toothy grin fastened across her muck littered visage. “You shouldn’t be so trusting of brutes like him, I don’t think he had any intention to return the map when we was done with it.” A guffaw escaped from the back of her throat as she half snorted in disdain causing her girlish face to contort with some darkened internal acrimonious thoughts that she fought to keep from voicing.
Flicking the tip of her tongue across her tightly drawn upper lip Zoisite rolled her shoulders and dipped her head in a semi-apologetic action, the false bravado that she wore rapidly began to unthread revealing her for the awkward sheepish lass she truly was. Drawing her left hand up the short-haired mare cupped the tip of her snout and gave it a self-soothing rub before taking in a lungful of air that was tinted with knowledge and dust from the old tomes that surrounded her.
“You don’t have to ask for forgiveness milady, you didn’t do anything wrong nor unprofessional. It was mostly him that distracted me and when I saw him walk away with that scroll, I had to get it back for you, I just had to. A beautiful mare like you doesn’t deserve to disrespect like that,” extending her dirty hand the wild, unkempt Pegasus bit her bottom lip for just a brief moment before she spoke in a wavering treble. “He didn’t give me too much of an issue to be honest, though he did hit really hard. Zoisite, by the way. It is really nice to finally get to speak with you, I’ve been in the library every day for the past two weeks, you always seem so busy I just couldn’t bare to interrupt you from your work.”
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(Thank you for being patient with me, Neon.)
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