Logs:Madilla's First Kiss
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| RL Date: 2 May, 2008 |
| Who: Daegan, Madilla |
| Involves: Healer Hall |
| Type: Log |
| What: Daegan attempts to deflect an insinuation of sissyhood with a kiss, but gets a little more than he bargained for from Madilla. |
| Where: Herb Garden, Healer Hall |
| When: Day 26, Month 3, Turn 16 (Interval 10) |
| Herb Garden - Healer Hall Trundlebugs galore! This Herb Garden is crawling with a wide variety of trundlebugs, and filled with the scent of growing herbs. Paths lead between the many beds of herbs, and this area is dotted with benches where people can stop and rest. The garden is surrounded on all sides by hedges and trellis-work, and there are bins and racks where herbs are laid out to dry whenever the weather allows. A sign is posted near the entrance, which ought to be viewed more closely. With daylight reaching later as spring wears on, Daegan can be found still on his hands and knees in the Herb Garden here at the Hall as the sun begins to set over the mountains of the Fort valley. The dirt smudges on his hands, arms and face are not uncommon but today evidence of work rather than of goofing off. Where once he was so desperate to hurry back to the Hold to hang with the boys, he's now one of the last apprentices still plying his craft by plucking weeds and pruning the small plants. He pauses for a moment to lean back on his knees, the back of an arm running across his brow then he wiggles fingers to uncramp them from their works. Madilla has also spent much of the afternoon out here, though for most of it, she has been on the far side of the garden, not really in speaking range with Daegan. Now, her apron covered in dirt, she's returning from the refuse heap, having emptied her basket of weeds, and her path takes her not far from the other apprentice. "You're working late," she remarks, cheerily, halting on her way to speak to the boy. "That's not like you." Just because his habits are changing does not mean his demeaner's grown any sweeter. So when Daegan looks up to the Healer girl, his expression is one of bland dislike, "Yeah, unfortunately fer me, it's just like you tho'. Why don't you go neck with some guy instead o'sittin' around doin' chores so late." He suggests with a snort suggestive of 'as if ther were some guy who'd want to', but those words go unspoken as hs shifts, leaning forward - blocking the path with his body as he rests on knees and elbows, poking at a pair of grubs who were, until just then, minding their own common business. Madilla's expression is patient, as if dealing with a truculent younger brother, instead of a fellow apprentice a full turn or more older than she is. Unfortunately, her understanding of what he's suggesting she does is not as accurate as it should be, and so she says, "Why don't you go and neck with some guy instead, and let me get on with what I'm doing, then? Clearly, you don't /actually/ want to be here." With her path blocked, she very calmly kneels down, and begins to pile pulled weeds into her basket. That comment nearly has Daegan jumping out of his skin. He can't scramble up fast enough to glare balefully down at the younger apprentice now pulling weeds. Far too much anger is let slip if he had hope of not declaring one of his figurative 'buttons', as he shouts at her, "I don't neck with boys! I'm not some sissy Sally!" Then, his young mind grabs only too fast onto that anger to try to cover it up, and he manages to maintain the same ferocity in his voice as he goes on ranting, "I'm an apprentice too! I've got every right t'be invested in my studies! So shove off an' let me do some work in quiet!" And with that he's turning to stride down the aisle only to flop down on another section that has some weeds peeking through that he can yank out with a vengeance. Madilla manages not to jump, or quiver, or do anything except stand her ground, except for the fact that her cheeks have gone pink as, evidently, understanding of what she's just said filters through into her brain. "You've just never seemed that invested in your studies /before/," she calls after him, still piling weeds into her basket. "And especially not your chores." She scoops her basket back up, treading further down the aisle to gather more weeds - which, of course, takes her closer. "Pretty defensive, aren't you, anyway?" Daegan's face is red, though whether from anger or embarrassment or even the pinkening sky, its difficult to say. His hands, which are usually quite gentle in his Healing tasks, yank visciously at a stubborn weed - giving him something to throw his frustration at. "Well, maybe I grewed up a bit, you ever think o'that Miss Smarty Pants Not So Smart Since Ya Can't Even Write?" Its a long title, and it leaves him a little breathles once he's done imparting it, trying to distract her from the defensiveness he most certainly showed. "I ain't no sissy." He repeats firmly, "Any guy'd be defensive when some stupid girl suggests he'd be." "Grew up, just like that?" Madilla scoffs at this idea, and adds, poking her head over a row of plants to give Daegan a long glance, "And I may not be able to write all that well, yet, but at least I can speak properly." She sets her basket down once more, lifting another handful of dead plants into it, and continues, "Well, you sure sound like one. And since you clearly find girls so repugnant - why not?" This last is thrown off as a sharp insult, her face flushing at the notion, but it's simply too good not to use. "Well, la-de-shardin'-da," Daegan's tone drips with sarcasm, sounding entirely unimpressed. "You want an award or somethin'? Wha's th'point of talkin' good if'n I'm only talkin' to -you-." The words obviously imply that the other apprentice is not worth him expending the effort to clean up his syntax for - and it is true, that while his speech is not perfect when speaking to his Gran, its vastly improved from his everyday drawl. "Leastways folks c'n still understand me when I talk - you can't even read right." He balks at her insinuation, "I'll show you repugnant." Surprising that he knows the meaning of the word, but probably more surprising his actions that follow. Quick as a whip he's on his feet and moving over to her. There's a rough grab to the younger girl - the style a wrestler might give in the start of a grapple and before she's got time to blink twice, he's pushing his lips to hers in a none-too-gentle kiss, though not entirely inexperienced. Madilla's mouth opens, ready for her next retort, but before she can get the words out, there's Daegan grabbing her - and then there's the kiss. She sort of goes limp, and very still, and completely fails to even try to get away - but that's probably the surprise. Her eyes are very wide. Daegan isn't one to necessarily linger, though he doesn't let up right away, determined - now that he's liplocked, to show that he knows a thing or two! So, soon enough the kiss is broken and his arms release the younger girl, taking a step back, and though a blush shines in his cheek, he's wearing a 'told you so' expression as arms cross over his chest. "See? I ain't no sissy." As if kissing her had proven it through and through." Pause. Some concern touches his eyes then and he bites his lower lip, considering. Before too long there's a shrug though, "If'n that wasn't good enough t'prove it. I'll do it again." Madilla, once released, takes a few steps back of her own, surprise still written very clearly across her pink-cheeked face. One hand is lifted to touch her lips, then drops again. It takes her a few moments to recover herself enough to retort, "Oh - I see! So in /teasing/ me, you were actually trying to tell me that you /liked/ me. Oh, Daegan, that's so sweet!" Daegan chokes on whatever clever words he was going send zinging towards her, and he simply stares in a wide-eyed 'wherry in the maw of a dragon' look at the girl. "What???" He finally spits out, stepping back. And back. And back. "I--No! I was teasin' you 'cause yer a dimwit!" What has he gotten himself into? His cheeks burn brightly as he turns on the defensive, backing away from the now plainly 'dangerous' crazy girl. Madilla's expression returns to a more normal one, amusement ringing her in her gaze. "I don't believe it," she tells him, airily. "Now you're just trying to cover up how you feel! I understand; it's a boy thing." She swings back down towards her basket, now, wiping her dirty hands on her apron. "Kissing you wasn't so bad. Maybe I will want another one." He should have listened. He should have heeded the wise words of the men of Pern when they said: women are crazy! But hot-headed Daegan couldn't let an insult to his manliness go unchallenged. And now what a pickle he's landed himself in. This is a moment of absolute panic for the lad and so the fight or flight reaction kicks in and he starts to edge towards the entrance to the herb garden. Since denying it hasn't done any good, one'd think he'd give up and try another tact, but not Egan. "No, I really-- I really really really don't like you." Annunciating and everything so she can hear him plainly, holding up his own dirty hands in front of him as if to stave her off, lest she try to get that kiss she 'maybe will want'. Madilla doesn't /seem/ like she's about to jump up and fling herself at him, but it's always hard to tell with these pesky girls. She /seems/ like she's content to just pull some more weeds, add them to the growing pile in her basket - but who knows. "Yes, yes, whatever you say. We all know the /real/ truth. It's okay - I can wait. I'll sit and dream about your kisses until you come back to me." She beams at him. Ooh, so tricksy! How fast the tables turned! Daegan is still reeling from the shift. Eyes are widened and locked unblinkingly on the girl as he shuffles sidelong to the exit, looking ready to dart at the least move from her towards him. "Nutters. Totally, and completely nutters." He mumbles under his breath, but rather than linger and let her change her mind, he makes a break for it, running from the garden just as soon as he's near the exit. Madilla turns back to her work, amusement reigning freely upon her expression. |
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