Post by greek101 on Dec 9, 2011 21:43:17 GMT -6
Darkness still blanketed the sleepy land of Mossflower when Roman Streambattle rose from his bed. Not even the early bird had awoken from his nest when the otterlad started his day, but this was the way that Roman had always done things. He rose before dawn and got to work once the sun broke through the dark. As the way Roman saw it, there was no reason to waste sunlight when there was work to be done.
Rising from his trundle bed in Redwall Abbey, stretching his powerful arms wide, Roman reached over to his desk. After a minute of patting about, Roman found his candle and lighting stones. After struggling for a moment, the otterlad was finally able to light the candle and place it back upon the desk.
Standing up, Roman continued to stretch and walked over to his wardrobe and opened it wide. The first thing to catch his eye was the magnificent shield and sword that hung on the back of the wardrobe. The light from the little candle flickered off the untarnished silver and red "M". Roman paused, his bronze eyes reflecting the light of the weapons and the armor that hung beside it.
Roman reached a paw out toward the brilliant shield, but at the last second, paused. No. Sighing, the otter turned his outstretched paw away and instead picked up a clean set of clothes. No. He wasn't a Champion, he was a gardener. He was a provider. No matter what the creatures of Redwall Abbey thought. Changing into his red jerkin and tan pants, Roman closed the wardrobe, picked up the gray key, and blew out the little candle.
Exiting his room, Roman picked up his rake that he always left by his door. The sun would be breaking the darkness soon, he needed to get to work. Roman stepped out of his room and closed the door, locking it behind him with his simple gray key. If he wasn't going to be wearing the sword of Martin the Warrior, Roman knew he should at least keep it safe.
With quiet steps, Roman Streambattle descended the stone stairs of Redwall Abbey, only stopping briefly to look in the room of his family. His sisters and his mother slept soundly, never knowing that Roman looked in upon them that morn.
After check on his family, Roman continued to move as silently as he could through the Abbey. Although he wanted to get to work, Roman didn't want to wake anyone. If he did, who knew what would happen. Thankfully, however, it seemed that nobeast woke as Roman made it outside.
The sun was just breaking the horizon as Roman closed the door to the Great Hall, with a muffled boom. Bright light licked about the sky with oranges, red, and yellows like a large fire, catching on the tops of the trees and the rosy walls of the peacefully Abbey. Fall was upon Mossflower wood as the slightly breeze began to turn cold and the leafy trees began to shed. Roman paused to survey the grounds of Redwall Abbey. Yes, as the light began to lick at the edges of the stone walls, it was a beautiful sight, but Roman wasn't looking at the beauty. Roman was looking at the work that needed done. The gardens were flourishing with fall fruits that needed to be picked and vegetables that needed to be harvested.
With purposeful strides, Roman headed over to the garden beds. Most of the Abbey Dwellers, once awake, would help harvest the crop, so Roman didn't start there. Instead he started in one of the empty garden beds. The soil was tough from the brisk night and Roman needed to loosen the soil so that the winter seeds could be planted.
Digging his rake into the solid, Roman began working the soil, pushing it back and forth, bringing the deeper, nutrient soil to the surface. As Roman pushed and pulled on his rake, his body fell into a natural and comfortable rhythm. Roman was focused, oblivious to everything else.
It was time to work....
((Ooc: Sorry about the lateness Skipp and the quality of this post...I'm posting it on a used brain. Hopefully it's okay. ))
Rising from his trundle bed in Redwall Abbey, stretching his powerful arms wide, Roman reached over to his desk. After a minute of patting about, Roman found his candle and lighting stones. After struggling for a moment, the otterlad was finally able to light the candle and place it back upon the desk.
Standing up, Roman continued to stretch and walked over to his wardrobe and opened it wide. The first thing to catch his eye was the magnificent shield and sword that hung on the back of the wardrobe. The light from the little candle flickered off the untarnished silver and red "M". Roman paused, his bronze eyes reflecting the light of the weapons and the armor that hung beside it.
Roman reached a paw out toward the brilliant shield, but at the last second, paused. No. Sighing, the otter turned his outstretched paw away and instead picked up a clean set of clothes. No. He wasn't a Champion, he was a gardener. He was a provider. No matter what the creatures of Redwall Abbey thought. Changing into his red jerkin and tan pants, Roman closed the wardrobe, picked up the gray key, and blew out the little candle.
Exiting his room, Roman picked up his rake that he always left by his door. The sun would be breaking the darkness soon, he needed to get to work. Roman stepped out of his room and closed the door, locking it behind him with his simple gray key. If he wasn't going to be wearing the sword of Martin the Warrior, Roman knew he should at least keep it safe.
With quiet steps, Roman Streambattle descended the stone stairs of Redwall Abbey, only stopping briefly to look in the room of his family. His sisters and his mother slept soundly, never knowing that Roman looked in upon them that morn.
After check on his family, Roman continued to move as silently as he could through the Abbey. Although he wanted to get to work, Roman didn't want to wake anyone. If he did, who knew what would happen. Thankfully, however, it seemed that nobeast woke as Roman made it outside.
The sun was just breaking the horizon as Roman closed the door to the Great Hall, with a muffled boom. Bright light licked about the sky with oranges, red, and yellows like a large fire, catching on the tops of the trees and the rosy walls of the peacefully Abbey. Fall was upon Mossflower wood as the slightly breeze began to turn cold and the leafy trees began to shed. Roman paused to survey the grounds of Redwall Abbey. Yes, as the light began to lick at the edges of the stone walls, it was a beautiful sight, but Roman wasn't looking at the beauty. Roman was looking at the work that needed done. The gardens were flourishing with fall fruits that needed to be picked and vegetables that needed to be harvested.
With purposeful strides, Roman headed over to the garden beds. Most of the Abbey Dwellers, once awake, would help harvest the crop, so Roman didn't start there. Instead he started in one of the empty garden beds. The soil was tough from the brisk night and Roman needed to loosen the soil so that the winter seeds could be planted.
Digging his rake into the solid, Roman began working the soil, pushing it back and forth, bringing the deeper, nutrient soil to the surface. As Roman pushed and pulled on his rake, his body fell into a natural and comfortable rhythm. Roman was focused, oblivious to everything else.
It was time to work....
((Ooc: Sorry about the lateness Skipp and the quality of this post...I'm posting it on a used brain. Hopefully it's okay. ))