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Post by Troy nó Jasmine on Jun 1, 2009 12:15:23 GMT -5
(Note: Roughly 6-7 years prior to Sabrinas coronation.)
I had it all ready: the blackest dirt I could find from the Jasmine gardens, filched from around flowers in the furthest point of the southern garden, hopefully a spot that wouldn't be discovered anytime soon. A bucket of water, some feathers deftly stolen from a discarded assignation pillow. A little bit of yellow and red lacquer, some string, and a piece of parchment that I was currently busy on writing a summons to Lorianne... the intended victim.
Giddy, and trying not to laugh to myself, I hid in a seldom-used closet as I awaited my accomplice to join me, carefully penning out the note by light of a single candle.
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Sandrine nó Orchis
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Post by Sandrine nó Orchis on Jun 1, 2009 12:37:54 GMT -5
It had been Troy's idea, of course. Ever since my biggest prank, I had been under intense scrutiny from my mother and the Dowayne, and so I was loathe to get in any more trouble.
I could never say no to mischief, though, especially when Troy was involved.
He had mentioned something about feathers, and so I clutched a few that I had found in my sweaty hand. Other than that, I had no idea what the plan was.
Quietly I opened the door to the closet, our standard base of operations, and moved inside, closing the door quietly behind me. There was barely enough room for the two of us, and I squeezed closer to Troy, looking over his shoulder to see what he was writing.
"Lorianne?" I gasped, unable to stop a short burst of giggles. I clapped my free hand over my mouth until I settled down. "Oh, good, I can't stand her! What are we going to do, Troy?"
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Post by Troy nó Jasmine on Jun 2, 2009 12:15:44 GMT -5
When the door opened I looked up expectantly, not really thinking I'd see anyone other than just who it was that opened the door. A grin flashed across my mouth as I scooted over for her as much as I could, but I didn't bother too much with it; once she'd settled close by my side I picked up the letter and began waving it gently through the air to dry the ink, the quill placed back in its stopper again.
"Lorianne," I agreed with a wicked grin, my eyes dancing in fierce mirth as I looked at her. "I'm not sure what we're going to do yet.. but I picked up an array of things to figure something out with." I gestured; the containers of dirt, of lacquer and feathers, the water. "I thought about honey too, but I have a feeling whatever we do will have to be fast acting... Unless we get her to sit in something!"
Thoughts danced through my head as I nudged her, my elbow bumping hers lightly. "This letter bids her to the eastern gardens... You know how she's sweet on Joarin?" I showed her the letter proudly. "He's going to kill me when he finds out, but I wrote it form him, bidding her to the gardens in an hour, to sit on the bench along the northern wall." It was well known through the adepts and fosterlings, that particular area, for the eastern gardens were lush and abundant, and that bench in particular well secluded. Secret lovers liked to hide out there, or people who wanted privacy. Plenty enough room for us to hide, and more than enough seclusion to pull the prank off without being caught. Hopefully.
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Post by Sandrine nó Orchis on Jun 3, 2009 10:40:39 GMT -5
I ran my hand through my curls as I thought. At times like this I could almost feel my thoughts racing around, and I had to gather them together like a bouquet of flowers. Mischievous flowers. I wondered why Troy had picked Lorianne. Did he know how she teased me? I had decided not to care any more, but occasionally her mean words still hurt.
"Maybe we can throw the paint on her as she walks by..." I said, thinking out loud. I wished there was room to pace. "No, that depends too much on timing. Water by itself is silly, she'll only get doused and she'll be dry in a few hours..." I thought frantically, partially because I wanted to get back at Lorianne and partially because I wanted to impress Troy. He had always been nice to me, even though it was obvious to everyone but my mother that I didn't belong in Jasmine.
I snapped my fingers. "I read about this punishment called tarring and feathering. They would paint the person with tar, whatever that is, and then roll them around in feathers..." I beamed. "We don't have any tar, but the mud might be sticky enough." I tapped my fingers against my lips as I thought. "One of us will have to deliver the letter, but we'll both have to be up there to dump the mud and feathers..." I looked at Troy expectantly, nudging him gently, hoping he would think it was a good idea. "What do you think?"
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Post by Troy nó Jasmine on Jun 4, 2009 19:53:17 GMT -5
"Oh... Oh!"
I grinned fully at her, my teeth glinting in the flickering light of the sole candle. In hushed tones, I responded, my eyes alight with mirth and good humor both. "What if we use paint instead of mud? And it'd be better if we rig it to fall on her somehow, so we can hide and she won't see us. Save us from a strapping," I added with a low laugh, as if the thought of it didn't bother me at all. "Maybe with the string.. I wonder.. If we hoist the can up and hide it in the higher plants somehow, we could ..."
I stopped, a confused expression overtaking my face. "Damn. I don't know how we'd do it."
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Post by Sandrine nó Orchis on Jun 8, 2009 9:26:10 GMT -5
I bit my lip as I thought of a way for this to work. I liked the idea but the logistics were turning out to be, well, sticky.
Finally I reached over and picked up one of the pots of paint. It wasn't heavy. I had an idea, but I didn't think Troy would like it.
"I could climb up into that low tree near the bench and dump the paint onto her," I said, slowly. "The feathers aren't heavy, I could carry that too." I pulled one of my curls, feeling it spring back into shape. "Only problem is the escape, but I could either walk along the north wall and drop into the bushes, or just climb down the tree and run away. Maybe she would be so shocked she wouldn't see me."
I didn't really like the idea myself--too many variables--but I couldn't think of another way to do it.
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