Post by spastic bard on Aug 24, 2008 17:57:12 GMT -5
A short Mauri piece in which she flirts with a girl. :/ She does that a lot.
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Mauri walked down the main hall of the Bardic Collegia, a smile still on her face from her conversation with Hound, Kirjava, and Ganeous. She had every intention of going to sleep, but her mind was alert and bothersome in that endeavor. It didn’t help that the book she had chosen to show Ganeous to “inspire” him had been a rather… Graphic one. She was still giggling over his naïve reaction. He blushed and flustered just as she expected. However, Kirjava’s reaction to the book surprised her; the elf had studied the damn thing like it was a spell book! It nothing else, that might make things interesting if she ever got a clue about the innocent little knight’s feelings. Bumbling love was adorable. The old man would no doubt call her troublesome later, but if she could help two lost souls out – it would be worth it. And if nothing else she would get a good laugh out of it.
Still smiling, Mauri rounded the corner and nearly collided with one of the apprentice bards. She stopped herself short and glanced at her from under her hat. It was none other than the bard who had been editing her work. Offering a silent thanks to the Smiling Lady, Mauri tipped her hat to the girl. The girl placed her hands on her hips and gave Mauri a playful glare. “Where have you been? I’ve been trying to find you for two days now.”
Mauri did her best to look innocent. It wasn’t her fault the past few days she had gone out to work with her partner and other people. One could only take so much of being stuck inside, writing. “Will you forgive me? Work got in the way,” she said with a small smile, “You know how people like me are. We live busy, dangerous lives.”
The apprentice giggled as she pulled out a packet of parchment from her bag. “About your story…” She trailed off, looking away from Mauri.
“About it?” Mauri asked, raising a brow.
“Will the next part include the love story?”
The apprentice bard, Mauri wished she could remember her name, smiled as she handed over the small packet of parchment. Mauri took it from her and returned the smile as she tried to remember the nickname she had given her. “It will,” she answered. “As long as I find some inspiration to guide my will.”
Mauri added the last comment with a wink. The bard giggled. Nothing ever came from easy game, but at least it was a decent reception. Mauri couldn’t remember that last time her flirting actually managed to charm someone. Especially someone attractive. It would be wasteful not to have some fun with it. “So what do you think so far?”
The young bard tilted her head to the side, the smile still upon her lips. “Well,” she said carefully, as if trying to pick out the right words. “You really don’t need my help all that much. You seem to be a natural storyteller.”
In her mind Mauri rolled her eyes. Thoughts of the old man calling her a drama queen and insinuations of talking people to death came to mind. At least the pretty bard put it nicely. She’d have to use “natural storyteller” next time the old man said anything. “Well, that’s kind of you to say,” she smirked slightly and placed a hand on her hip, shifting her weight to lean against the wall. “But I’m sure you have at least one suggestion to make, hmmm?”
The apprentice smiled back as she settled herself against the wall, a little closer to Mauri’s figure than necessary. “Well. I have one little suggestion.”
Mauri leaned her arm up against the wall, over the apprentice’s head. Ah, the perks of being so tall. “And what would that be?”
“When you actually start the love story,” the bard looked away slightly, her cheeks turning just a little red. “Make sure it concludes happily. No one likes tragic love stories anymore. It’s very outdated.”
Mauri felt herself smile even though she felt like anything but. “I’ll see what I can do.” She said as she dropped her arm and pushed away from the wall, leaving the apprentice bard where she stood.
Without a backward glance, Mauri made her way down the hall towards the main exit of the Collegia, the packet of parchment in hand.
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Mauri walked down the main hall of the Bardic Collegia, a smile still on her face from her conversation with Hound, Kirjava, and Ganeous. She had every intention of going to sleep, but her mind was alert and bothersome in that endeavor. It didn’t help that the book she had chosen to show Ganeous to “inspire” him had been a rather… Graphic one. She was still giggling over his naïve reaction. He blushed and flustered just as she expected. However, Kirjava’s reaction to the book surprised her; the elf had studied the damn thing like it was a spell book! It nothing else, that might make things interesting if she ever got a clue about the innocent little knight’s feelings. Bumbling love was adorable. The old man would no doubt call her troublesome later, but if she could help two lost souls out – it would be worth it. And if nothing else she would get a good laugh out of it.
Still smiling, Mauri rounded the corner and nearly collided with one of the apprentice bards. She stopped herself short and glanced at her from under her hat. It was none other than the bard who had been editing her work. Offering a silent thanks to the Smiling Lady, Mauri tipped her hat to the girl. The girl placed her hands on her hips and gave Mauri a playful glare. “Where have you been? I’ve been trying to find you for two days now.”
Mauri did her best to look innocent. It wasn’t her fault the past few days she had gone out to work with her partner and other people. One could only take so much of being stuck inside, writing. “Will you forgive me? Work got in the way,” she said with a small smile, “You know how people like me are. We live busy, dangerous lives.”
The apprentice giggled as she pulled out a packet of parchment from her bag. “About your story…” She trailed off, looking away from Mauri.
“About it?” Mauri asked, raising a brow.
“Will the next part include the love story?”
The apprentice bard, Mauri wished she could remember her name, smiled as she handed over the small packet of parchment. Mauri took it from her and returned the smile as she tried to remember the nickname she had given her. “It will,” she answered. “As long as I find some inspiration to guide my will.”
Mauri added the last comment with a wink. The bard giggled. Nothing ever came from easy game, but at least it was a decent reception. Mauri couldn’t remember that last time her flirting actually managed to charm someone. Especially someone attractive. It would be wasteful not to have some fun with it. “So what do you think so far?”
The young bard tilted her head to the side, the smile still upon her lips. “Well,” she said carefully, as if trying to pick out the right words. “You really don’t need my help all that much. You seem to be a natural storyteller.”
In her mind Mauri rolled her eyes. Thoughts of the old man calling her a drama queen and insinuations of talking people to death came to mind. At least the pretty bard put it nicely. She’d have to use “natural storyteller” next time the old man said anything. “Well, that’s kind of you to say,” she smirked slightly and placed a hand on her hip, shifting her weight to lean against the wall. “But I’m sure you have at least one suggestion to make, hmmm?”
The apprentice smiled back as she settled herself against the wall, a little closer to Mauri’s figure than necessary. “Well. I have one little suggestion.”
Mauri leaned her arm up against the wall, over the apprentice’s head. Ah, the perks of being so tall. “And what would that be?”
“When you actually start the love story,” the bard looked away slightly, her cheeks turning just a little red. “Make sure it concludes happily. No one likes tragic love stories anymore. It’s very outdated.”
Mauri felt herself smile even though she felt like anything but. “I’ll see what I can do.” She said as she dropped her arm and pushed away from the wall, leaving the apprentice bard where she stood.
Without a backward glance, Mauri made her way down the hall towards the main exit of the Collegia, the packet of parchment in hand.