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Pet Name: Katenelle
Wezsley is tempted to hold his nose. The smell of roses is overpowering - hundreds are planted here in the garden, in a rainbow of colors. He spots a young Zafara several yards away near a row of hedges, awkwardly trying to peer underneath them without letting the hem of her skirt touch the ground. The moment she notices someone else is here, she breaks into a run. She is obviously self-conscious as she rushes over to him - trying to put on a regal air, hurrying and trying to appear as if she's not.
"I, ah... Greetings, Chia!" She's terrible at sounding superior. "I am Lady Katenelle.”
Aside from the dress, she doesn’t look a bit like a noblewoman. “Excuse me, but lady of where?”
She looks flustered. “Unimportant!” she says curtly. “Tell me, have you seen a meepit on the premises? Shortish, plump but not overweight, roughly one-point-three pounds and wearing a red silk ribbon with pink fringes?"
He blinks as he tries to digest the information. She hesitates only a second, then scowls, looking at him with a combination of disgust and disappointment like an angry schoolteacher.
"Well? When can I expect a reply?" she demands, then throws her hands up in despair, speaking too fast for him to get a word in edgewise. "I've been searching all morning for my Clifford! We were just about to depart for Altador! Poor, sweet Clifford, he did so want to be there for the first of the games, and now we're going to miss them!"
"...You named your meepit Clifford?"
She gives him an annoyed stare, but before she can counter the question, a small chattering sound comes from beneath one of the hedges. She gasps and makes an ungainly dash toward it, shoving branches out of her way in a less-than-ladylike stampede.
"Clifford! Where are you, you sneaky little-" She's speaking through clenched teeth. Her voice suddenly defaults back to the high, lilting tone she had before. "Ah! There you are, my dearest!" She scrambles backward out of the bush, covered with leaves and nearly tripping over herself as she cradles an irritated little meepit in her arms. It's attempting to scramble over her shoulder as she hugs it tightly.
"Clifford! Where ever have you been all this time?" She seems to like asking random questions. By this point Wezsley’s getting annoyed, and he decides to push her buttons.
“I’m guessing he’s been hiding under the same bush you just dove into like a charging tonu,” he says. She gives him the death glare, suddenly self-conscious again as she attempts to swipe the leaves off her dress and out of her blonde hair while still keeping one hand firmly on her meepit.
“I… that was… You did not see that! Understand?!” She’s getting more agitated by the second as she leashes the meepit by his ribbon, setting him on the ground. He’s trying to decide whether to comply or to keep messing with her when she pushes past him, more dragging Clifford than walking him.
“Come, Clifford! Let’s leave this commoner behind us. To the Altador Cup stadium!” she cries dramatically.
Clifford looks unenthusiastic.
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