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 Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 10:10 am
Ygrette Hawk was by no means a patient person, especially when it came to waiting around for the upper class's. They always liked to drag their feet; it took them half an hour to say hello, half an hour to say goodbye and an hour in between to exchange pleasantries. Manner's were so annoying in her eyes, a literal waste of time if there ever was one. Speaking in riddles and sonnets was something she would never get accustomed to, and the amount of words that came out of ones mouth seemed in direct proportion to how much gold they had in their pockets.
Maybe that was why she was so quiet around them.
She did not know the man she was waiting for, she had never heard of him, but she already hated him with the burning passion of one-thousand hearths. She had been stood here for over an hour, in the cold, with a Kassenhawk that was getting extremely agitated. She reached over and tickled at the soft plumage under its beak, its beady black eyes looking at her own in joint annoyance. It then went to re-arranging it's feathers for the fourth time since it had come to sit on her arm. These thing's got heavy after a while, and her shoulder ached and begged for release. She could not take this any longer!
"Ya'look like ya wanna peck this blighter's eyes out. If ya don't, I will."
Ygrette pouted, letting out a small sigh, mist escaping from her now blue lips as she did so. She raised her hand and let the Kassenhawk fly into the clear skies above, there was no point both of them standing here and freezing together - with any luck it would take a dump on his head, or mistake him for food.
She rubbed her palms together and blew into them to try and regain some feeling. The only thing keeping her warm was her rage. How long did they expect her to wait? She was not even the prime bird-trainer, but illness had forced her to take this appointment. Though she had her suspicions that he was just being lazy. She always seems to pick up his slack when he could not be bothered with the task at hand.
An icy wind blew past her, making a light dusting of snow tickle her face, it was like a barrage of micro-needles.
"Speaker's balls!"
She growled, well and truly reaching the limit of her patience. Her pale eyes following the bird's shadow on the virgin snow.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 6:39 pm
Ugh. Birds.
Save for when they were on his plate, Nikolaus Silverthroat had no use for the noisome, foul-smelling things. The dander from their wings irritated his throat to no end, so the singer usually avoided their ilk unless he absolutely had to use them. And, unfortunately, this was one of those times.
Had he written a lovely song highlighting the resplendent color of milady Chartreuse's eyes for her 42nd birthday celebration? Yes. Had he practiced said song, and numerous other songs until he could sing them in his sleep? Yes. Had he ensured that his entire wardrobe would flatter the Chartreuse family colors? Yes. Was this enough?
No. Speaker, no.
Nothing would do except that he also accompany the milady on an outing into the relatively safe fringes of the forest, and go hawking with them. Niko could think of a million other things he would rather be doing, than risking neck and voice in the harsh, dry air with uncouth, musty raptors buzzing about terrifying small rodents.
Niko sighed through the heavy scarf he wrapped securely around the lower part of his face. The truth was, he couldn't afford not to attend this outing. Milady Chartreuse seemed enamored with his voice, and he didn't dare risk slighting her. She was well connected to other Ladies, and her favor would no doubt result in him receiving more commissions.
So. Here he was, trudging through snow, with icy cold wind threatening his livelihood. What galled him even more than the task at hand was that the handler of the birds hadn't been able to give the lesson himself. Something about being ill. Whatever. Anyways, the man had the nerve to saddle him with a mere assistant to teach Niko how to hunt with a bird. An indentured servant! Absolutely appalling.
And there it was now, Niko realized, rounding a stand of trees just in time to see his supposed tutor letting the bird fly away! Bundled in fur from head to foot, stood motionless, rather resembling a stunted tree, as he gasped in outrage.
"YOU!" he yelled at the servant, all concern for his voice forgotten in his anger. "RETRIEVE THAT BIRD IMMEDIATELY."
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 7:02 pm
Plough this guy! Plough this guy and his stupid hat!
Ygrette raised an eyebrow and pointed to herself when she heard a loud YOU being shouted in her direction. She was so angry she could not speak, nor could she move, all she could do was look on in complete denial. This is a nightmare Ygrette, soon you will wake up and carry on with your life, happily knowing this man does not actually exist.
She looked almost confused when he told her to retrieve the bird, did he really think she would let it go if she did not know she could retrieve it? Did she look that dim? She shook her head and rested a hand on her hip. This one wasn't too bright, the hat was on too tight, obviously.
"Ya not gonna get very far if ya don't have faith it's gonna come back."
She stated, reaching into her pocket and taking out a small item, holding it firmly in the palm of her hand to warm it up. Ygrette did not have a face that bard's would sing of. She was pretty, but most were too distracted by her freckles to notice, the eye patch was also a turn off for most. Nope, she was not a looker, but at least she found comfort in the fact she did not look as stupid as he did. She opened her hand to reveal a dead rodent with string wrapped around it.
She then swung it in a circle above her head and threw it up into the air. The Kassenhawk came back, knocking off ser-grumpy's hat on the way down. Not that she had aimed to make that happen. It was not like she knew what she was doing, and she could actually direct the bird into land. Afterall she was just a simple-stupid-servant, right?
She batted her eyelashes innocently as the bird rested on her shoulder, it's sharp beak making quick work of its snack. She felt oddly satisfied, and it was plain to see it on her face. Her smug smile was unmissable.
"So let's start with'da basic's. Ya see this."
She pointed to the creature on her shoulder.
"This is a bird, more 'specifically a k-a-s-s-e-n-h-a-w-k. Keeping up?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 7:50 pm
If looks could kill.
The gall of this lowly bit of spit! This was a servant? Clearly the steward of the house was too lenient on his staff if this was the attitude they took with their betters! Planning words with the very unlucky man, Niko took several steps forward to have words with the unruly servant.
Only to lose his hat as the Blackwood blighted bird flew right over his head. Ducking down in a panic, Niko scooped his hat back up and held it out in front of him as a ward against further attack. He finally put two and two together when he saw that the bird had gone right for the bit of whatever it was on the string the girl had been swinging about.
She was smiling.
In a cold, red rage, Niko stood up, jammed his hat back down upon his head, and stomped over to the servant. He'd partially raised his hand to slap her hard across the face when he observed the cruel curve of the kassenhawk's beak, and its long talons. And reconsidered.
Instead, he leaned in as close as he dared, and stared hard into her one, smug eye.
"Do you know what punishment they reserve for servants who attack a guest of the house?" he asked, deadly serious. "What do you imagine will happen to the k-a-s-s-e-n-h-a-w-k when I tell them you made it attack me? Remember your place, filth. You will address me as Ser, and with the proper attitude."
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 8:24 pm
She did not move as he raised his hand to her, so he was a woman beater aswell? Charming. Her pale eye narrowed. If looks could kill.
"Go ahead, I've been battered around by bigger folk than you."
She stated in a quite yet firm voice, leaning forward as he tried to intimidate her. She was not afraid of him, and she knew that no punishment she could receive would quite live up to the un-repairable damage she would do to his reputation if he made her life hard. Give her a week and half the ladies in the land will be gossiping about how this charming man took advantage of a poor, illiterate servant girl in the woods. Her lips curled up in a smirk, reflecting her evil thoughts. Oh, the scandal!
She was sure old Lady Chartreuse would not want him within one-hundred yards of her granddaughters.
Ygrette was amused, she was amused by his tantrum and amused by her own wicked thinking. She was laughing at him, that much was obvious. She finally broke eye contact and stuck out her tongue to the bird, who gave it a soft nibble in affection. She turned to walk away, turning her back to him and giving her booty a good shake in doing so.
"Your right, Ser. How terrible of me, Ser. I will make sure t'remember my place, Ser."
She rolled her eyes and went to her bag, taking out a large brown glove and throwing it -quite forcefully- at his head, with all intentions of hitting him in the face. She was half blind, he could not blame her for poor depth perception. Well, he was already going to go back in a rage, if she was going to get punished on her return she might aswell make sure it was for a valid reason... and have fun in the meantime. He had chosen the wrong girl to piss off, that was for sure.
"Put that on.
She instructed in a rater blunt manor.
"Hurry up, ya already an hour behind schedule. SER."
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