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Post by wolfiso on Feb 21, 2012 11:16:00 GMT -8
Cassandra led the young woman into the kitchen where she put a teakettle on the stove to boil. "Do sit down, I'll have some tea ready for us in just a moment."
The red queen was clearly shaken, and though Cassie was glad to have the upper hand, she felt a little remorseful at having belittled the girl earlier.
"I really must admire your tenacity Miss Thompson." She said, as she added a small log to the woodstove. "It's mighty cold out there, to be following a stranger willy-nilly all over town."
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Post by sybbil on Feb 22, 2012 21:39:48 GMT -8
"I couldn't really do anything else." She murmured. She still had feeling in her paws so no harm done. She hesitated for a moment and then blurted out in exasperation. "I don't even really know why I followed you, to be quite honest. Normally, if I meet someone who frustrates me, I avoid them like the bloody plague."
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Post by wolfiso on Feb 22, 2012 22:13:10 GMT -8
"I suspect you were curious." She said, pulling boxes and a tea set from the cupboards. "It's a valuable quality in a reporter. Particularly when paired with tenacity. Would you like green or black tea, my dear?"
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Post by sybbil on Feb 22, 2012 22:36:18 GMT -8
"Black, please." Bomba began to pace, rubbing the back of her neck. "I may be curious and stubborn, but as a reporter I'm obviously not good enough... I've barely scratched the surface and I've been following you since this morning! Though what a rather affluent queen is doing being a reporter, I have no clue."
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Post by wolfiso on Feb 22, 2012 22:43:50 GMT -8
"Knowledge is power, my dear." Cassandra said. "Money is helpful, but it'll only get you so much. A reporter of moderate means is far more powerful than any cloistered moneybags." She measured out the tea for four servings and eyed Bomba with a sidelong glance. "You just have to know how to use what you know."
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Post by sybbil on Feb 25, 2012 1:44:43 GMT -8
"But how!? How do you know what's the good stuff?"
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Post by wolfiso on Feb 25, 2012 11:45:02 GMT -8
"You mean, how do you know what's worth knowing? Most everything will be worth it eventually, it depends on how you use it." She smiled. "For example, I can now guess that you like energy. Things that rile people up. Like black tea and stories of the rich and powerful misbehaving." Her tail slid gently from side to side in a sinuous curve.
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Post by sybbil on Mar 2, 2012 11:29:19 GMT -8
Bomba paused in her pacing and smirked in memory of their faces, then remembered where she was. She blushed, only increasing in redness when she saw Sandra's lithe tail. She quickly averted her eyes and continued with her pacing. "I-I can guess that you like to be sly, clever. You like beautiful things..."
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Post by wolfiso on Mar 2, 2012 15:07:14 GMT -8
"Beautiful." Cassandra mused, letting her eyelids relax a bit as she stared intently at the young queen, "You're close. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, they say. Do you want to know more?"
Cassandra wondered to herself if she might be able to keep this one near. There was promise here, but nothing would polish that if she was just left to her own devices.
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Post by sybbil on Mar 2, 2012 21:17:18 GMT -8
With the blush refusing to leave her face, Bomba nodded. "Of course."
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Post by wolfiso on Mar 2, 2012 21:23:55 GMT -8
"In that case," Cassandra said, standing to fetch the whistling kettle and coming very close as she passed Bomba by, "Let us retire to the study and get better acquainted."
Pouring the water into the teapot and setting the kettle aside, Cassie took the teaset up and marched from the room. "Come along."
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Post by sybbil on Mar 2, 2012 22:43:09 GMT -8
When Sandra drew close, Bomba could smell the perfume on her. A shiver started in the tips of her ears and spread, all the way to the end of her tail. Stupefied, she nearly missed what Sandra said. "What? O-oh, yes. Of course." Nearly in a daze, she followed Sandra to the study.
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Post by wolfiso on Mar 2, 2012 23:04:49 GMT -8
"So how long have you been practicing journalism, Miss Thompson?" Cassandra asked as they passed into the study.
The room had a number of bookshelves and Cassandra set the teaset down on a low table near the sofa. She settled on it, leaving enough room for Bomba to join her there.
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Post by sybbil on Mar 3, 2012 1:00:31 GMT -8
Trying desperately to clear her head by taking a deep breath, Bomba sat gingerly by Sandra on the sofa though there was a decent amount of space between them. She kept her eyes on the teaset, though her eyes softened as she began her story. "Ever since I was in primary school, I've wanted to be a reporter. There was a big hullabaloo in my home town when they put in the new post office and there was this one reporter who interviewed nearly everyone in the town, even me! With me being a little squirt and all, I thought it was the most amazing thing. I followed him all around town and the tom took me under his wing as it were, showing me his notepad and all the funny notes he had made about people in town. He made me laugh so much, I wanted to be a reporter just like him..." Her smile was soft and gentle, as she remembered.
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Post by wolfiso on Mar 4, 2012 21:36:27 GMT -8
Cassandra poured the tea as she listened to the young queen reminisce. The story seemed to have a calming effect on Miss Thompson, and Cassandra noted the discrepancy of style between Miss Thompson and her role model.
"It's a rare thing to see a kit hold onto a dream for so long. You've practically realized it." She said, encouragingly. "Have you been able to support yourself on it?"
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