Nobody is Falling Here [Conor & Ravenna]

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Carra
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Nobody is Falling Here [Conor & Ravenna]

Post by Carra » September 11th, 2014, 8:16 pm

Conor Palfrey
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It was a rare thing for Conor to sit in silence when he shared company with a woman, but he was. Whatever plan he had for the day had been shot to pieces and now he was tasked to clean every sword, saddle and spear in the Warder Yards Weapon shop.

Why?

Because like the woman behind him, baking flour got into bloody everything!

And it wasn't entirely his fault, not really. It wasn't on purpose, not really. So she was wet from some thing or sort. He didn't even ask. He was trying to run with the bag of flour to burn off those last few pints at the Band of Brothers. There was a bucket, and it caught him off guard...

No, he had to explain it properly. The stuttering got him here for a reason. Women with swords were bloody scary!

He found the bag of flour by the side of the shack, the bucket of water was teetering on the door. He didn't put it there, some other Drin did. But he picked up the flour with the intention to bring it to where it was suppose to go, but as he passed by the door a vision of beauty startled him as she pushed open the door and when he jumped back to avoid her brilliant sparkle, that sparkle diminished when the flour followed the water right on her head.

It wasn't his fault! Not at all, but mercy, Light, that woman had a tongue! He had heard an impressive amount of oaths during his time in the White Tower, but he had to admit even she made him blush!

And now he was crouching over a set of swords that got flour on the oil of the blade. Bloody Ashes...

Turning around, she was busy at work and he couldn't tell if the muttering came from her or from something else. "I... I..." He blushed and turned back to his work. So very upset that he was nearly physically in tears. No! Be a man! He must be a man, so he drastically stood up and turned around with a deep bow.

"IAMSOSOSOSOSOSORRY!!!"

Ravenna
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It seemed like the whole world had turned grey and somber. The events, and the deaths, of the dinner had destroyed what had seemed to be a relatively joyful place. Whatever those green clouds were, wherever they had come from, she was glad they were gone.

She touched her head, still somewhat sore from the events of the feast not too long before, and remembered her vow to herself to forget all about it. Forget about the torn up remains of the roommate she had had for all of an hour. Forget about the weird green fog and the knives and forks that liked to attack you.

Just forget about it all.

Her hair, finally free of the lice which had plagued her life for so many years, was left lose to hang around her hips in a thick wave of silvery gold, though years of living on the streets still stained it with a yellow hint. No matter how hard she scrubbed, it seemed that only time would clear her hair of its disgusting taint. Her hair was the only beautiful thing left on her body, where everything was scarred and tattooed, and so it was that she felt only sadness when she looked at its faded yellow hue. It still shone, and it was still long as her waist, but it was not the thing of beauty that it should have been.

Reaching back with her hands she tied the top half of her hair back with a plain leather thong, leaving only a few whispy strands to frame her unique features. The angry scars beneath her right eye smooth against her light gold skin, though the faded brown tattoo under her left eye was always where ones eye would first travel.

Adjusting her belt against her oversized pants she attempted to keep them on her slender hips, for due to her height they had had to give her men's drin clothes until they had the opportunity to make some for her... While they fit her arms, and her lithe legs, they far from fit around her narrow waist. Instead, she had them wrapped multiple times around her belt in an effort to keep the pants useable....

But still, she despised pants... especially when they were so large she could almost swim in them.

She had to have spent ten minutes walking aimlessly around the building, which meant that she had to have tugged up her pants a dozen times. Either the shoulder of her shirt slid off, exposing the head of a serpant and her elegant neck, or her pants began to slide down until the cotch was well between her knees.

Why on earth did they make it so difficult to find the bloody warder yards. Light forbid they had any signs on the bloody walls...

But no. Just more people, in the same bloody clothes, milling about like bloody cattle. Lummoxes. All of them.

That’s when she saw it, a sliver of light through a partially opened doorway, and she exclaimed in relief. Finally she had found where she needed to go! Light knows she was already late, but there was only so much one could do within her first week in a new building. After all, life on the streets was far different than life in a big stone building. While there was a level of comfort to being inside, it lacked the predictability of the streets. This building curved, and it seemed overburdened with hallways and stairwells....

Far too much for a poor gutter rat to comprehend.

So it was that she excitedly flung open the doorway and shut her eyes to smile with triumph, and for one very brief moment the sun hit her skin and she was... for that one brief second... at complete and utter piece.

Then it started to rain.

Well, at least she imagined it did until the pain of a wooden bucket connecting with her skull was finally registered, at that moment she realized that not only was she drenched, but she was in the path of a man with a massive bag of flour. . . And within five heartbeats the entire bag of flower was suddenly upon her, well, her and a rack of freshly cleaned swords and maces that is.

Did this seriously just happen?

Ravenna thought to herself as she looked down at her hands, covered in white, and at her formerly grey hair. She reached up to touch her hair, suddenly muddied with white. She stood stock still, her eyes opening beneath a mask of white even as the flour dripped down her formerly grey robes. She opened her mouth once, twice, and then looked down on the cowering man who barely seemed able to speak in front of the tall apparition before him.

“You flaming addle-brained lummox.” Ravenna said as her eyes narrowed, not even registering that this was in fact the same man she had run into but a day earlier at the feast. “What are you? A bone headed, bull-goose fool?”

Had he been able to see beneath her now white facade he would have seen the anger that had turned her flesh red, though her emotions were constantly muted, the compilation of embarrassment, frustration, exhaustion, and anger was enough to make even her feel.

The man stood quickly and went into a deep bow before her as if she was a flaming Aes Sedai, or a bloody lady. For heavens sake, she thought angrily as she grabbed him by his chin and pulled him to his feet harshly, she was but a prostitute a week earlier! Never had a man bowed to her, and while she enjoyed subservience, that was not the kind of submission she meant.

“O... its you again.” She said with a sigh, as she released his face. With one hand she gently wiped away the thick flour paste from her features and then shook her hand to dislodge it on the ground, getting the white paste all over him in the process. “Don't bow like a fool, for the light's sake I am but a who.... Drin. Just like you." She caught herself, just in time, and then grit her teeth in something close to a smile.

Conor Palfrey
He sat up as her slip of the tongue and while still horrified by what had happened, he gave her a small smile. "We all find ways to remake ourselves, Drin of the Golden Hair. While I have met whores with tongues not even half as harsh as yours, I suspect you would sooner hurt me then poor love on me."

Conor blinked for a moment and then made a cheesy grin while scratching the back of his head sheepishly. He admitted that it was far deeper of a compliment then he normally would give, but then her hair really was quite lovely. It's length perfect for... well, She was a Drin. No doubt she would chase him around with a sword as quickly as most women in the Tower. Light forbid there be any males around with a sword. He sighed mournfully.

With a last bow, "I'm sorry to bother you. I'll go back to my corner now." And he did, slinking back with the cloth for polishing off the flour dusted blades.

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