Post by Tracy on Oct 16, 2011 1:22:11 GMT -5
“Do you two need a room?”
Jamie allowed Roseleaf to field that little comment, but couldn't help the quick thought, Why yes, I would rather like to get her to myself…
The rejected haremaid stood there, a little dumbfounded momentarily, although it was hard to tell if it was from being turned down, or from subsequently finding out the young lieutenant was in a relationship. How had that not spread all over Salamandastron yet? Well, it would now. Ferra seemed to survive the little episode well enough, and gave a little nod goodbye, about to make her way out, before Doctor Black decided he needed to pour salt into the wound.
"What's the matter with you? Bruised footpaw? And Miss Ferra, considering the 'object of your silly affections' is obviously taken, I suggest you stop taking up bed space and go elsewhere."
Ferra turned slowly, looking rather like a fish for a moment as she struggled with a reply worthy enough of his slight. Jamie also was looking at Azryel in disbelief. For a hare that seemed to pride himself so much on being above triviality, that comment had been rather juvenile. Jamie was about to say as much, when Roseleaf quickly took over the situation.
"… In fact, I believe we do not need your services any more this afternoon. So if you would take your sulk, your notebook and yourself somewhere else, it would be greatly appreciated.”
Somehow, watching Roseleaf all but dismiss the doctor was far more satisfying than anything Jamie could have thought to say. To look at Ferra, she seemed to agree. Walking over, Jamie set down the load he'd relieved Roseleaf of gently on the counter, sorting it out neatly. Turning back, he took stock of everything going on in the room. Looking a bit resigned, he glanced over at Roseleaf. "Well, I should get out from underfoot, m'gel. See you at supper?"
Jamie allowed Roseleaf to field that little comment, but couldn't help the quick thought, Why yes, I would rather like to get her to myself…
The rejected haremaid stood there, a little dumbfounded momentarily, although it was hard to tell if it was from being turned down, or from subsequently finding out the young lieutenant was in a relationship. How had that not spread all over Salamandastron yet? Well, it would now. Ferra seemed to survive the little episode well enough, and gave a little nod goodbye, about to make her way out, before Doctor Black decided he needed to pour salt into the wound.
"What's the matter with you? Bruised footpaw? And Miss Ferra, considering the 'object of your silly affections' is obviously taken, I suggest you stop taking up bed space and go elsewhere."
Ferra turned slowly, looking rather like a fish for a moment as she struggled with a reply worthy enough of his slight. Jamie also was looking at Azryel in disbelief. For a hare that seemed to pride himself so much on being above triviality, that comment had been rather juvenile. Jamie was about to say as much, when Roseleaf quickly took over the situation.
"… In fact, I believe we do not need your services any more this afternoon. So if you would take your sulk, your notebook and yourself somewhere else, it would be greatly appreciated.”
Somehow, watching Roseleaf all but dismiss the doctor was far more satisfying than anything Jamie could have thought to say. To look at Ferra, she seemed to agree. Walking over, Jamie set down the load he'd relieved Roseleaf of gently on the counter, sorting it out neatly. Turning back, he took stock of everything going on in the room. Looking a bit resigned, he glanced over at Roseleaf. "Well, I should get out from underfoot, m'gel. See you at supper?"