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[katabasis]

WHO: Wysteria Poppell, Flint, & U
WHAT: Catch-all for Kingsway
WHEN: Throughout the month - backtagged and forward dated to your heart's content.
WHERE: Kirkwall, various
NOTES: Wildcards welcome; let me know if you want some specific and I'll pull something together for us.

[Starters are in ye olde subthreads.]

Comments

[heirring]

Why is it that everyone keeps saying things like that? 'You're awfully posh' and acting like she doesn't know how to appreciate a perfectly good rat. It makes her feel like altogether a terribly old and grandmotherly old woman. Or at the very least, like someone who ought to be much better at playing an instrument or embroidering handkerchiefs. It might be exceptionally depressing if it weren't so annoying. Finally, her mother can rest easy knowing her daughter is painfully respectful somewhere.

Wysteria relentlessly squares the pile of her books. She dusts her hands.

"Well Luana, it's clear to me then that you have absolutely no idea who you're talking to. Which is to be expected and forgiven, given the unusual circumstances, so of course consider yourself that. Forgiven, I mean. And we'll work together to remedy the situation immediately beginning with--" She offers her hand, though it's comically out of reach for Luana to shake given that Wysteria is a full two steps above her. "I'm Wysteria Poppell, but of course you may call me Wysteria instead of Miss."

[pyrazine]

"I would never call you miss," Luana replies, just so Wysteria knows. She shakes her hand, firmly, and smiles a little. "Do you want to go after one of those rats? We can try, anyway," she adds after a moment, that grin on her face widening. "I want to put it in the shoe of someone who kind of annoyed me."

Well, at least she's honest.

[heirring]

No, she absolutely doesn't want to go hunting a rat through the Gallows. It's too warm and too sweaty and she has an entire stack of books to mind and she doesn't have any desire to be caught red handed doing something so fundamentally ridiculous when she could be spending her time on better things like trying to force herself to learn Thedosian (Thedasian? Good gods, which is it?) geography or politics or... whatever.

Spirits, what a bore she's become over night.

Wysteria frowns down at Luana, her face pinched so narrow that it looks for a moment like she's tasted something sour. Then she fetches the books up and dumps them into a planter under an anemic fern.

"Why not."

Take that, everyone who keeps calling her particular or posh or critiquing her perfectly reasonable wardrobe.

[pyrazine]

She grins in response, because good. She stands up, her trousers falling back over her legs. She can tell that they're going to be best friends and by best friends Luana absolutely means that they're going to either get on like Donkey Kong or they're going to murder each other.

"Great! I won't harass you about your dress anymore," she offers, as if that's tit for tat.

[heirring]

Well you shouldn't harass anyone over their clothing, you petty little thing, Wysteria thinks but has enough good sense to know there's no use in it. Handling cousins are the same way - you can't simply repeat yourself, no matter how true, and expect anyone to suddenly be reasonable.

"Go on then," she says instead, gathering her skirts with a perfunctory flick of the wrists. "Lead the way."