23rd Cylus, 717
"Padraig! Be careful!" Faith shouted as he walked in to the house that they were setting up together in Scalvoris, having arrived the trial before and purchased it, but still with work to do. Turned out, it was a good job. "I'm fine, everyone's fine, but the floor is soaking wet and you might fall!" The floor being wet was quite the understatement, in fairness. Good job the carpets weren't down yet. There, sitting on the couch with her legs up, a blanket over her and a very agitated Quattro in her lap was Faith. Her hair was wet and unbrushed. The towel she had wrapped it up in was, in fact, on the floor behind her. She was doing her best to calm the cat down but Quattro was irked, there was no doubting it. The beautiful, four-tailed, pure white creature was wrapped up in some red material which was utterly ragged from the clawing it had received. Still, it was acting as a sort of blanket for the agitated feline. In front of the large fireplace was the metal bathtub they were using until the next trial when the bathrooms were being finished. It was on it's side as was the large bucket next to it and so too was the barrel in the kitchen. At least he knew where the water had come from.
Serious silver eyes looked at him as he came in and Faith's mood was pretty equidistant between horrified, agitated, annoyed and just relieved to see him. She was wearing, should he notice such things, a top he hadn't seen before. It was a small-strapped delicate red vest with small lace details which accentuated her few curves. Certainly not her usual attire although it too was soaking wet. The table was laid beautifully and next to the stove were the sure signs of breaks of work, all of which should have been cooking by now but which were floating in water instead. "Dinner isn't going to be ready until tomorrow, I'm afraid." Faith did seem to insist now and then on just not really focusing on what she should. She noticed, at least, and looked at him apologetically.
"Whenever Quattro touches the water, she sparks and yowls and then jumps on to me. She's shocked me a few times, so I just want to keep her dry." Come to mention it, her hair was rather wild-looking ~ as though filled with static. "How was your trial? Are you alright? Did you sign up for classes?" Faith looked at him and sighed. "I made a new pair of pyjamas." If it was an unusual start to her story, she didn't seem to notice. "Red satin. I thought you'd like them. Or, me in them. You know." Seduction had never entirely been her strong suit she considered and never was that more true than in this moment.
"I had a bath and I was just getting dressed when I heard a noise. It was Quattro, chasing a mouse. I don't like mice on the best of trials." Faith looked utterly embarrassed at this point and sighed, moderately convinced that he wouldn't believe her "I mean, Padraig, it was like a horse. Or a large dog. I had the strangest dream last night, where you and I were fighting Mistral and there was a mouse bigger than this called Edward. Anyhow, I tried to get out of the way, but I was just discombobulated, so I fell into the bath." Keeping a firm grip on the cat with one hand, she plucked at the undoutedly ruined clothes.
"It was chaos. The cat was chasing the dog-sized mouse thing and I'd fallen in the bath and then, the next thing I knew I was on the floor. It's only a flimsy, temporary thing that tub and I tipped it over. It's emptied water everywhere." The bath and the large bucket which more than half filled the bath had been full, after all. "I was going to empty it then have it ready for you. I had plans." Faith saw nothing funny about this situation, not at all and she looked at him very seriously. "I stumbled and fell on to the couch. The pair of them ran around the downstairs, knocking over the water barrel in the kitchen and I think they've ruined dinner, too, then the cat jumped up on me and I got an awful shock. I know you said about being careful when she's wet and stuff, so I wrapped her up in the only thing I had to hand that wasn't wet because they'd been on the back of the sofa, waiting for me to get out of the bath."
Yes, the cat was wrapped in a very nice pair of red satin pyjama bottoms. He might note the lace inset along the side which would undoubtedly, had she made it into them, be revealing. "I'm shoddy at flirting at the best of times, but I wanted to welcome you home after your first trial here, when you've applied for a job and signed up for classes, as you came in from the snow outside to a hot bath, a nice meal and red satin pyjamas. But instead, I wrecked our new house and screamed the place down as I fell in the bath being chased by a dog-sized mouse. Then I sat here for half a break not knowing what to do."
She let out a sigh and looked at him with an expression of utter dejection on her face. There was nothing funny about this to her, she had set out to do something nice and failed dismally. "So, when the bards tell the story of the snowy trial in Scalvoris and how Faith first hatched and then ruined a perfectly good plan, they'll ask how did she do that? And the reply will be, that's how I failed to flirt with you. That's how I got terrorised by a dog-sized mouse who scared our cat into submission. That''s how I didn't cook food and flooded the house. Oh!" Lifting the blanket, just a little, she revealed a single bare leg and, as she spoke the next words every bit of frustration sounded in her voice."And that's how I lost my pants."
Serious silver eyes looked at him as he came in and Faith's mood was pretty equidistant between horrified, agitated, annoyed and just relieved to see him. She was wearing, should he notice such things, a top he hadn't seen before. It was a small-strapped delicate red vest with small lace details which accentuated her few curves. Certainly not her usual attire although it too was soaking wet. The table was laid beautifully and next to the stove were the sure signs of breaks of work, all of which should have been cooking by now but which were floating in water instead. "Dinner isn't going to be ready until tomorrow, I'm afraid." Faith did seem to insist now and then on just not really focusing on what she should. She noticed, at least, and looked at him apologetically.
"Whenever Quattro touches the water, she sparks and yowls and then jumps on to me. She's shocked me a few times, so I just want to keep her dry." Come to mention it, her hair was rather wild-looking ~ as though filled with static. "How was your trial? Are you alright? Did you sign up for classes?" Faith looked at him and sighed. "I made a new pair of pyjamas." If it was an unusual start to her story, she didn't seem to notice. "Red satin. I thought you'd like them. Or, me in them. You know." Seduction had never entirely been her strong suit she considered and never was that more true than in this moment.
"I had a bath and I was just getting dressed when I heard a noise. It was Quattro, chasing a mouse. I don't like mice on the best of trials." Faith looked utterly embarrassed at this point and sighed, moderately convinced that he wouldn't believe her "I mean, Padraig, it was like a horse. Or a large dog. I had the strangest dream last night, where you and I were fighting Mistral and there was a mouse bigger than this called Edward. Anyhow, I tried to get out of the way, but I was just discombobulated, so I fell into the bath." Keeping a firm grip on the cat with one hand, she plucked at the undoutedly ruined clothes.
"It was chaos. The cat was chasing the dog-sized mouse thing and I'd fallen in the bath and then, the next thing I knew I was on the floor. It's only a flimsy, temporary thing that tub and I tipped it over. It's emptied water everywhere." The bath and the large bucket which more than half filled the bath had been full, after all. "I was going to empty it then have it ready for you. I had plans." Faith saw nothing funny about this situation, not at all and she looked at him very seriously. "I stumbled and fell on to the couch. The pair of them ran around the downstairs, knocking over the water barrel in the kitchen and I think they've ruined dinner, too, then the cat jumped up on me and I got an awful shock. I know you said about being careful when she's wet and stuff, so I wrapped her up in the only thing I had to hand that wasn't wet because they'd been on the back of the sofa, waiting for me to get out of the bath."
Yes, the cat was wrapped in a very nice pair of red satin pyjama bottoms. He might note the lace inset along the side which would undoubtedly, had she made it into them, be revealing. "I'm shoddy at flirting at the best of times, but I wanted to welcome you home after your first trial here, when you've applied for a job and signed up for classes, as you came in from the snow outside to a hot bath, a nice meal and red satin pyjamas. But instead, I wrecked our new house and screamed the place down as I fell in the bath being chased by a dog-sized mouse. Then I sat here for half a break not knowing what to do."
She let out a sigh and looked at him with an expression of utter dejection on her face. There was nothing funny about this to her, she had set out to do something nice and failed dismally. "So, when the bards tell the story of the snowy trial in Scalvoris and how Faith first hatched and then ruined a perfectly good plan, they'll ask how did she do that? And the reply will be, that's how I failed to flirt with you. That's how I got terrorised by a dog-sized mouse who scared our cat into submission. That''s how I didn't cook food and flooded the house. Oh!" Lifting the blanket, just a little, she revealed a single bare leg and, as she spoke the next words every bit of frustration sounded in her voice."And that's how I lost my pants."
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The Mouse in question
