Gold Dragon v. Bear

From FiranMUX

Proper Bear girl Aparasha and dubiously proper Gold Dragon boy Zafryn have an encounter in the marketplace. Just wait 'til they're older.

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Zafryn is sitting on the bathhouse stairs, a ferret dancing around in his lap, it seems. The boy seems engrossed in playing with the little creature, and laughs out loud when it goes to try and crawl up his chest and into the hood of his byrrus.

Aparasha steps daintily down the steps of the bathhouse after taking yet another bath, her tiny chin stuck out straight and her lips pursed tightly in disapproval. Obviously, someone doesn't like getting dirty. At all. Patting her hairpins to ensure proper positioning in her perfect hairdo, she gives the boy and his hairy thing a wiiiiiiide berth.

Zafryn glances up at the girl, and when she seems to arc around him, his blue eyes narrow a little. He stands, gripping the squirming ferret and he says, curiously, "Don't you like animals or something?"

Aparasha pauses on the steps long enough to give the boy a cool once over, her attention eerily focused in such a way as to appear quite startling on one so young. "Animals are dirty. We have a hound. He always makes a mess of my boots and my bed and everything else in the house. And they get /hair/ on things." she replies primly, her pursed lips rising as she scrunches up her nose in dismay. "And they smell. Maybe if you shaved off all it's hair, put it in swaddling, and put perfume on it, I would like it."

Zafryn sneers. "I keep my animals very clean, girl," he says, as the ferret squeaks and dooks in his hands, madly. "And dogs are noble animals, you know, I won one, she's all mine. You can keep anything clean if you have servants to do it for you."

Aparasha narrows her eyes for a brief moment in response to being called /girl/, but she does offer a quick and respectful curtsey to the boy since he's obviously of noble blood. Even high ick factor can't take all the breeding from a Daedelus. "My name is Mes Aparasha Daedelus. Daughter of Dame Acting High Priestess Matchmaker Minister of Families Cyrilla Daedelus and Sentry Hunter Extraordinare Avento Daedelus. And niece of Sir Acting High Priest Commander Judge Parosh Dilarik -and- Lord Captain Tagali Shadina. And animals are not clean, no matter how much you bathe them. So there." she responds saucily, flashing one of her most dazzling *SHAZZAM* smiles.

Zafryn watches her with a neutral expression, ignoring the ferret as it escapes his hands and disappears again into the hood of his byrrus. He nods to her, arms folded. "And I'm Lord Zafryn Junik, second eldest son of Lord General Zafir Junik, the greatest swordsman Aerval's ever known," he says. "And in my house, -nothing- is ever dirty. So there."

Aparasha folds her own arms over her chest, tossing her braid back over her shoulder haughtily. "I bet it /is/ dirty. Because it has to be dirty before someone can clean it." she retorts with a grossed-out grimace, watching the ferret wiggle around and get all it's animal gook on the poor, unsuspecting boy. "Lord General Junik is pretty cool. But only because he gets in the face of those stupid icky, ugly goats." she states simply, peeling her gaze from Zafryn to glance at her nails.

Zafryn shrugs. "You just came out of the bath house," he points out. "So to get clean, you must've gotten dirty. Like an animal." He takes the ferret again out of his hood, it's so annoying, and he steps closer, holding the ferret up so she can see. "Look, he's completely clean!" General Zafir, the ferret, dooks in alarm and squirms some more.

Aparasha takes one step back for every flooty infested step that Zafryn takes forward, her gaze snapping from her nails to narrow at his face frostily. Ista Aldrik glare to the rescue! "I got dirty because one of the babies spilled my tea set all over while I was playing Queen Tea Time, not because I was rolling around in the mud with dirty animals." she sniffs, turning up her nose even higher. "There is no such thing as a clean animal. You can just admit you're wrong now and I won't even tell everyone."

Zafryn rolls his eyes. "Ridiculous, like anyone's gonna care what a -girl- says about me, even if she's not a complete commoner," he sneers. "-I- certainly don't care." A grin then cracks through his haughty expression, and he steps close again, still holding out the ferret. "Now curtsy and say you're sorry for accusing my pet for being dirty."

Aparasha gives a sniff of distaste in Zafryn's general direction, her golden brown eyes narrowing sharply in frank disapproval. "Well -I- certainly don't care what a bossy, silly Gold Dragon boy has to say, since obviously you haven't learned that girls are -better- than boys, Clan Leader Ista Aldrik says so." she reminds him with a bored yawn, turning on her heel to leave the boy and his dirty animal alone. Ick ick ick.

Zafryn's eyes narrow as well in anger and disgust at what he must consider to be offense. "Hey, get back here, you go when I say you can go!" he snaps.

Snapping her head around sharply, Aparasha gives her best 'Oh no you didn't' glare at the young boy before retorting smartly. "You are most certainly not my mother, my teachers, or the boss of me! I don't have to listen to you." she sniffs, her hands perched high on her bony little hips.

"I'm your social better," Zafryn says snippishly. "I thought -Bears- were supposed to be proper about stuff like that, but apparently not, they're all just stupid, uppity pagans who let girls tell them what to do!"

Vesia is totally, here, actually! She's just, like.. buying... stuff. She hasn't decided yet.

"My social better would have more manners than a Ticanee talking with a mouthful of food. And my social better certainly wouldn't have to -remind- me that they are my social better!" Aparasha retorts just as hotly, her little body practically vibrating from supressing the urge to poke him really really hard in the arm with a hairpin or two. "And I hope you aren't insulting Clan Leader Ista Aldrik, or you'll be very sorry!"

Zafryn smooths out his clothes a little. "I mean no disrespect to any Clan Leader," he says, chin raising. "They can't take responsibility for -every- little pest in their clan, after all, although I'm sure Her Honour'd be appalled to hear about how rude you are to those of noble blood! People get beaten for much less than that."

"You were rude to me first! And you wiggled that dirty animal in my face and insulted my clan and women! Clan Leader Ista Aldrik will probably give me a medal if I punch you. Although punching is for boys and those with less refined skills." Aparasha states with a sniff, skipping down the rest of the stairs at a relaxed pace. "And Lord Viceroy Teranzik sends me messengers when I invite him for tea, I'm sure -he- will agree I'm not a pest."

Zafryn rolls eyes, and takes a jump, skipping the stairs and landing on the ground. "Acting like you know lots of important people won't change the fact that you're a girl and not as good as I am," he sneers at her. "And you were rude when you didn't address me proper, like you shoud've! Then -maybe- I wouldn't of been mean to you."

"I curtsied! And you said I was wrong, when I wasn't! But I guess I can't be too mad at you, since you're a boy. And everyone knows that boys only know about fighting and other -boy- things." Aparasha replies in her best know-it-all tone, flashing a piting smile at the boy while continuing to walk away. "I would have addressed you as /Lord/ Zafryn if you would have acted like one, but you just acted like all the other boys I know. If you would have acted like Lord Centurion Empyrean Teranzik, then maybe I would have been nice."

"It's not up to you what I get addressed as!" Zafryn calls to her. "So too bad! And I don't need -you- to be nice to me. Run away, then, and cry to all your nobles about how another noble told you off. Yeah, they'll be -real- impressed." Having dismissed her, in his mind, Zafryn turns his back, although doesn't go anywhere.

"Nobility is only respected through actions, not because you yell and cry like a baby and throw a boyfit." Aparasha retorts smartly, sticking out her tongue at the boy's back. "I don't need to run and cry to anyone, because I -know- I'm right, and you're wrong. Go hit something with a stick, since that's all boys know how to do anyway!"

Zafryn turns to face her. "I have half a mind to hit something with a stick, alright," he says, glaring. "Nobility's respected because we're -better- than you, without even doing anything. We're born better."

Aparasha is now actively ignoring Zafryn and singing some lovely tune as louuuud as possible to drown out his blah blah blah boy rant. Obviously, she's moved on to bigger and better things. "Boys stink. Boys stink. Lalalala!" she sings, skipping down the street with cute little smiles and waves towards all the adult people.

Zafryn makes a face at the singing, and holds his ferret up. "C'mon, General Zafir the ferret, let's go see if the merchants got any food for you." He then looks as Aparasha skips away. "Stupid girl!" he shouts at her, and then disappears into the afternoon marketplace crowd.