Blood is thicker than water..(cont. "remembrance")

[greek101]

Jani watched as Tireal reacted to her words. He couldn't keep eye contact with her. He was uncomfortable. It didn't seem like he recognized her. A tear began to collect in Jani's eye. Her only family. Her only living kin was afraid of her, didn't remember her. Everything that she lived for, the only reason why she lived through the training, the murder, and the pain, was slipping from her paws.

"Oy, 'old dark 'un. Yew wait righ' where yer stan'in' fer a moment."

Rajani broke her stare from Tireal and blinked at the weasel who had addressed her. She almost corrected him. She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it when nothing came out. He was right. She was a dark one. A pathetic dark one. A goodfornothing lowlife scum bag and she knew it. So she stood there as the weasel grabbed Tirael and pulled him to the side.

"Moment o' yer time, 'ealer."

Healer? He was a healer? Jani lowered her head and stared at the ground. That was why he was afraid. He was a healer. He made creatures better. He saved their lives! And what did she do? She tore them down. She was a hunter. An assassin. She didn't want to be, but she had no choice!

Jani listened as the young squirrel ran off toward the cluster of trees on the lawn. What he was doing, Jani didn't care. She was told to stay put. So she would.

Glancing over at Tireal and the weasel, Jani couldn't see what they were talking about because the weasel was in the way. Returning her gaze to the ground, Jani sighed. They were probably discussing if she was vermin or not.

Fingering the locket about her neck, Jani opened the golden clasp once more. Her happy mother. Her proud father. They both gazed back at her with smiling faces. They wouldn't be smiling if they saw her now. They would be ashamed.

With her vision clouding quickly, Jani looked into Tirael's face. He looked exactly the same. Nothing had changed. Even as small as he was, sitting on his father's lap. He was still the same. Her picture however, wasn't the same. She was smiling happily on her mother's lap. No tattoos, no scars, no weapons.

Clutching the locket to her chest, Jani let the tears fall from her checks while she whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry......"

[Tirael]

He looks even crazier than the first time I met him, Tirael thought as Redin finally let go of him. At least that time, the weasel had just been loud and unstable; now, he was just silent, unnerving. The otter tried to glance back at Streamlilly, but was blocked off by Redin. Once he realized that was intentional, he transferred his gaze back to the wall of weasel in front of him, who seemed equally interested in the healer. With what seemed like a fair deal of difficulty, Redin finally spoke.

"...Weapons. 'Er weapons. Cain't let 'er keep 'er weapons."

"Uh--oh, um, right..." Tirael stuttered, staring uneasily at Redin. Unsure whether or not he was expected to respond beyond that, he simply skirted around the weasel and headed back toward his...sister. This was going to take some getting used to. "This way," he said, indicating the doors into Great Hall. "The Skipper will probably want to talk to you." He had noticed her tears, but felt that he was in no position to do something about it; he didn't know her, he would probably just make it worse. Picking up his staff from where he'd dropped it, he resumed the walk to the Abbey building, still doing his best not to glance at Streamlilly.

His family could figure this out. He felt sick, and there was absolutely no way he could handle this on his own.

[Lucasaurusrex]

Leaf Eye was still falling in his poisoned dream. He felt air rush past him, but it was smokey and horrible, and it made him cough out loud. In his dream he hit the ground, and his body flinched. Suddenly fire was around him. He began screaming in his dream and in real life. He started twitching violently on the ground in short bursts of pain. He rolled up against the tree. Suddenly, he stopped dreaming. In his dream he was dead. He groggily opened his eyes, and in a feverish haze looked up and saw the hallucination of his father's hut. He tried climbing up the tree, but fell down the first three times as if he was a drunken hedge hog. He finally got a grip and pulled himself weakly up to the first branch. He looked down the short distance and saw the halucination of a blazing fire.
He climbed up as fast as a poisoned squirrel could, stumbling here and there until he was perched two stories above the ground. Vermin archers came in and out of the fire, shooting red flaming arrows at him. He started shaking violently, snapping off branches and throwing them down at the vermin. Then one of the fake arrows hit his chest, and he went into a shock, the pain oh too real due to the poison, and suddenly the vermin were gone. He put his fee down on the next branch, and was left stretched out between the branches, his hands holding on to the higher branch, his feet the lower. Then he realised he began hearing jests in his head, "Get on with the show!" "Leggo! Jump!". And so he did... He let his hands go and he swung downward smacking his head on a large branch, knocking him out. Then he fell... By chance one of his throwing sticks had landed upright in the dirt. It impaled Leaf Eye through his shoulder, just above the bone. He let out one groggy yelp, and then he fell into a deeper dream scape.

[Treble Tiderunner]

[[egghhh...]]

Skipper was leaning against the warm red blocks of the building, his eyes closed. The older otter looked rather worn and weary in the bright warm sunlight as it shone strongly on the great bricks of the abbey. His face was scarred and lined with deep grooves, yet there was a peace about it, for whatever reason, the Skipper seemed to be relaxed.

As the thud of the staff and the following footprints came around the corner, he opened one eye, then the other. “Tirael!” he smiled, sitting up straighter as he saw the dark otter. “Found a new friend, Tir?”

[greek101]

Jani heard pawsteps as she looked up. Tirael was heading back to her. Closing her locket and trying to wipe her tears, Jani cleared her throat and kept her eyes on the ground. Crying, sure, make a great impression...

"This way," he said, indicating the doors into Great Hall. "The Skipper will probably want to talk to you."

Jani brought her eyes back up to Tirael. The Skipper? Let's hope he doesn't judge a book by it's cover..Watching as Tirael picked up his staff and walked toward the large building, Jani followed at a distance. Just in case the large weasel still didn't trust her.

Looking ahead of Tirael, Jani saw an otter leaning up against the wall. He was tall, but not too tall, and he was well built, muscular, just like a warrior Skipper should look like. Jani's ears twitched. What was he going to think of her? A fully armed assassin claiming to be a gentle hearted healer's sister?

“Tirael!” he smiled, sitting up straighter as he saw the dark otter. “Found a new friend, Tir?”

Jani stopped a few feet away, rudder tip lightly twitching nervously. He sat up straighter. The Skipper was on alert.

THUD! Jani spun around watching the squirrel, whom funny enough she never learned the name of, fall from a tree in the orchard. What is he doing?...Jani began to think, but when the squirrel didn't move, Jani tensed.

"Excuse me." Jani began sprinting toward the orchard. Upon reaching the squirrel, Jani saw the blood and shouted toward Tirael. "COULD USE A LITTLE HELP HERE!" Kneeling, Jani checked his pulse. Irregular. And his eyes were oddly dilated. Looking around, she noticed the berry stains on the squirrel's paws..

Poison!...Jani cursed to herself. She had noticed some poisonous berries on the edge of the ditch she crossed to get here, but she didn't think anyone was thick enough to eat them!

Digging at her belt, Jani began to pull out a vile of antidote...Hopefully this might work..He needs to be moved...or his shoulder will cause him to bleed to death if the berries don't kill him first...

[Tirael]

“Tirael!”

Somewhat startled by the address, Tirael turned his gaze to the Skipper. He hadn't realized the older otter was outside, too, and wondered if he knew what was going on. Apparently not, though; Tirael couldn't help but grin faintly at the rather innocent question he was asked.

“Found a new friend, Tir?”

The implication behind this question didn't escape Tirael. He had quite a knack for bringing home stranger after stranger into the lives of his friends and family: first himself, then Fern, Soko, Sleet, and now Streamlily...it must have been some sort of record. But none of them had made claims as alarming as Streamlily's, and he was finding it difficult to respond. Gesturing awkwardly at her, he said quietly, "Uh, Skip, this, um...is Streamlily." Without raising his gaze from the floor, where it had been for several moments now, he continued, "Streamlily, this is my father, Skip--er, the Skipper."

He was busy considering how to segue into the whole 'long-lost sister' issue when a loud THUD caught his and Streamlily's attention. She took the first move, excusing herself and dashing off to see what the problem was. Since he was a healer, Tirael felt he should probably go too; after quickly telling Skip "There's something we need to talk about," he also ran over to the fallen Leaf-Eye. Despite himself, he was a little glad of the distraction. Anything was better than dealing with a confusing, emotional situation.

Kneeling by Leaf-Eye, Tirael began a quick look-over of the wound in the squirrel's shoulder. It was painful, but not the worst he'd ever seen. Noticing Streamlily pulling some sort of vial from her belt, he furrowed his brow and asked, "What is that?"

[Maxodis]

"Uh--oh, um, right..."

Redin watched as the little agitated creature scurried around him and back toward the dark female. He watched with absent disinterest as he mentally reviewed the difficulty he had in making the simple request to have her disarmed. The weasel was not one to lie to himself: How could he even dare claim any semblance of stability if he had trouble with something as base as simple conversation? It was for this reason, and this reason alone, that the weasel did not press his request further. Still, he held no trust in the creature, nor would he, all things considered.

His amber eyes watched the pair as Tirael lead them towards the main building. He was still well able to read a creature's body language, though it didn't take much to tell that the younger otter was extremely stressed. The thought occurred to him that the healer-otter was probably more weak-willed than Redin had first anticipated, and he snorted derisively to no one. That quarterstaff he was toting around would do him no service if anybeast got it in his mind to cause the healer serious harm.

His thoughts and attention drifted to the more pressing matter of better identifying the gut feeling that he knew that dark-furred otter, or at least, knew who she was. The recognition was agonizingly close to paw, just out of reach. Absently, his gaze drifted to the sight of the young squirrel who had followed this newcomer in as he began to mentally run through all the possibilities of how he may know this assassin. He did not bat an eye when the small creature fell the first time, though his ears did pick up the muted snap of splintering bones.

It wasn't until the creature fell on the sharp end of a stick(Which, to the scarred weasel, appeared to be nothing more than a youngling's plaything) that he was ripped abruptly from his reverie, and then it was only the acrid smell of blood that caught him. His body stiffened as its pungency filled his nostrils, and for a few brief moments of private horror he fought down the soothing sense of pleasing familiarity with the scent.

"COULD USE A LITTLE HELP HERE!"

Her shout galvanized Redin into action, thought not in the way it was intended. He made for the female otter, slow at first, then breaking out into a solid run as his momentum built. Though he was some considerable distance farther from the fallen squirrel, Redin's legs were far longer than Tirael's, so the healer reached his supposed sister a scant few moments before the weasel, just long enough to pose his curious query.

His footclaws digging heavily into the earth to abruptly slow his momentum, Redin reached out with both paws(His arm having slipped conveniently free of its sling at some point), grabbing a fistfull of the assassin's shirt in one and one of the thicker leather straps in the other. With what seemed like hardly any effort at all for the densely muscled weasel, he hauled the creature to her footpaws, away from both the injured squirrel and Tirael. "Stan' clear assassin, this ain't yer job."

[lorki]

Loud noises were enticing to the average curious ferret. Redin's voice shouting over the noises, however, was irresistible to Sleet, who knew such events surely meant something interesting was happening. She'd been looking for him, though she wouldn't admit to it. Wandering the abbey alone made her feel anxious and paranoid, there was a constant crush of fear in her chest. No doubt, the woodlanders genuinely scared her, so many within such a small area. She'd declared them her enemy as a child and now she was surrounded and unarmed as a murderous adult. She had every reason to feel fear.

So, partially out of curiosity and partially out of desire she had followed the sounds and commotion. She'd caught much of what was said from down the last couple of hallways, her sharp ear's piercing the echo's and interpreting what words were garbled. Of course the hushed bit's of conversation she had completely missed and although she knew the basic jest of things- there was a stranger in the abbey who had attached themselves to Tirael in some way- she was still very much out of the loop.

Sleet rounded the corner just in time to watch the strange otter rush at the fallen pathetic looking young squirrel. Immediately the fur on the back of her neck bristled, years of being both hunter and hunted had taught her what beasts were the most dangerous. While she appraised the newcomer Sleet came quickly to the same conclusion as Redin, that was no honest, good natured otter who made a living with a weak fishing pole or anything of that sort. She watched Redin as he stepped... or more like forced, himself between the squirrel and the female otter.

"Stan' clear assassin, this ain't yer job."

Sleet's ears slanted towards Redin's words but her eyes had snapped to Tirael who was approaching the fallen squirrel as well. Feeling compelled to throw in her own metaphorical two cents, Sleet chimed into the mayhem in the most unhelpful way possible, "oh, I see. Watch out for the deadly ferret and her deadly weasel partner in crime, might as well file down their teeth and claws! But the otter, oh that one is too damn cute and cuddly, huh? Let the hell bound assassin otter tote around all her weapons! No danger there huh? And when someon-" She cut herself off sharply, her eyes catching the vile in the female otters hand, her face suddenly turned livid and her voice much more serious as she unintentionally parroted Tirael, "what is that?"

[Tirael]

"Stan' clear assassin, this ain't yer job."

Still waiting to find out what the mysterious vial contained, Tirael held out a paw to stop Redin. "Wait, she hasn't answe--" was as far as he managed to talk, though, because a very unwelcome rant was beginning behind him. Turning his gaze toward Sleet, his expression slowly changed from concerned to irritated. He had a patient lying in front of him, his 'sister' had just arrived, and he did not want to hear this now.

"Oh, I see. Watch out for the deadly ferret and her deadly weasel partner in crime, might as well file down their teeth and claws! But the otter, oh that one is too d**n cute and cuddly, huh? Let the hell bound assassin otter tote around all her weapons! No danger there huh? And when someon-"

"Do this later, Sleet, we have something more important to deal with!" he snapped, unaware that she had cut off because she'd noticed the vial. In truth, though, he didn't mind that she was quiet now; anything was better than her complaining. Nobody's forcing you to stay, he thought irritably. It was obvious that she'd lost her one friend in the Abbey, but it wasn't obvious why she was choosing to stay in the company of everybody she seemed to hate.

Certainly, he wouldn't have chosen to stay if it was all of her friends. Of course, given that she only seemed to have Redin now, it was a different situation...not the time to think about this.

"What is that?"

"Maybe if you weren't shouting, she could answer," he said, turning to look back at Streamlilly. Now that he was looking back at her, most of the anger seemed to drop out of his expression, though it was still evident that he was upset. Not that he ever wasn't these days.

[greek101]

Gesturing awkwardly at her, he said quietly, "Uh, Skip, this, um...is Streamlilly." Without raising his gaze from the floor, where it had been for several moments now, he continued, "Streamlilly, this is my father, Skip--er, the Skipper."

Jani gulped quietly to herself. His father was the Skipper! This wasn't going to turn out well...

.........

"What is that?"

Jani looked up into Tirael's eyes (although she wasn't really looking "up"..) and his furrowed brow. He didn't like the fact she had a vile in her paw. Trying to remain calm she replied. "This vile be a.....Whoa!"

Two rough, strong paws grabbed the back of Jani's shirt and hoisted her up to her footpaws and pulled her away from Tirael and the poisoned squirrel.

"Stan' clear assassin, this ain't yer job."


Jani... No! Stop calling yourself that! She berated herself. Streamlilly... tried to look backward into the face of the faded-red furred weasel.

"Wait, she hasn't answe--"

Tirael jumped in to try and let Streamlilly speak, but before Streamlilly could continue or Tirael could give her the chance, a silver furred ferret approached the scene and butted in.

"oh, I see. Watch out for the deadly ferret and her deadly weasel partner in crime, might as well file down their teeth and claws! But the otter, oh that one is too d**n cute and cuddly, huh? Let the hell bound assassin otter tote around all her weapons! No danger there huh? And when someon-"

Streamlilly slumped her shoulders a bit. She didn't want to be a problem and right now, everything was escalating. It was obvious that Tirael was getting annoyed, the big weasel still had a good grasp on her shirt, and the silver ferret was freaking out. All Streamlilly wanted to do is save the squirrel before he DIED!!!

"Do this later, Sleet, we have something more important to deal with!"

"what is that?"

"Maybe if you weren't shouting, she could answer,"

"Thank you Tirael..." Streamlilly answered calmly as she took a deep breath and tried to explain herself, paws up in a sign of peace. "This vile be an antidote. I took it out because da squirrel is poisoned. I didn't do it, alright? I didn't. The berries he ate did, as ye can see from the juice stains on his paws..." Streamlilly pointed.

"He most likely found the berries by the edge of the ditch were I saw them. I didn't think any beast would touch them, but he did as you can see. His eyes be dilated funny and his pulse is irregular. Common signs of poisoning. This vile here is an antidote for most common poisons. It should help so the lad doesn't die. Now if it would make you feel better, you can take my weapons. I don't care! I didn't come here to hurt anyone...and you can let me go now..."

Streamlilly then closed her mouth and waited for their judgment.

[Treble Tiderunner]

"COULD USE A LITTLE HELP HERE!"

Skipper got to his feet and ran behind the others to see what the new otter was yelling about. He got there in time to see her pull a vial from her belt. His eyes ranged over her scars and tattoos, not failing to take in her darkened fur.

His eyes narrowed, and he echoed his son’s query.

“What is that?”

He wasn’t an expert in the healing arts, but he was willing to say this otter wasn’t either. And past experience had taught him that even otters could be untrustworthy. His shoulder ached, as if in reminder, but he resisted rubbing the healed scar.

"Stan' clear assassin, this ain't yer job."

Still, he was surprised when the weasel grabbed the ottermaid by the shirt and lifted her on high. He straightened up, looking her over again. Sleet came up and started yammering on about something, but the Skipper waved at her to be silent. Apparently she didn’t listen, for he still heard her yammering on, but he paid no attention.

“Put her down. Tell us what is in that vial and what you are doing here?” The female otter was explaining, but she still hung in the air. Skipper chose to overlook this for the moment, instead concentrating on her story, his eyes narrowed as he thought. He turned to Tirael. “What do you say?” He asked his son, deferring the question of her medical analysis to the healer.


[[Guys, I feel compelled to stick my own two-cents in and say there is no ‘universal antidote for common poisons’. The way I understand it, poisons are pretty unique. It would make much more sense to use a tonic that would cause the drinker to throw up, if you wanted ‘an antidote for common poisions’. Especially with something like berries.

Ok, done with encyclopedia-mode : ]]

[Maxodis]

"Oh, I see. Watch out for the deadly ferret and her deadly weasel partner in crime, might as well file down their teeth and claws! But the otter, oh that one is too d**n cute and cuddly, huh? Let the hell bound assassin otter tote around all her weapons! No danger there huh? And when someon- What is that?"

"Maybe if you weren't shouting, she could answer,"

“Put her down. Tell us what is in that vial and what you are doing here?”

"This vile be an antidote. I took it out because da squirrel is poisoned. I didn't do it, alright? I didn't. The berries he ate did, as ye can see from the juice stains on his paws... He most likely found the berries by the edge of the ditch were I saw them. I didn't think any beast would touch them, but he did as you can see. His eyes be dilated funny and his pulse is irregular. Common signs of poisoning. This vile here is an antidote for most common poisons. It should help so the lad doesn't die. Now if it would make you feel better, you can take my weapons. I don't care! I didn't come here to hurt anyone...and you can let me go now..."

“What do you say?”

"Tell ye wot I think," Redin growled, answering the question not directed at him as he shook the female otter... who frustratingly wasn't struggling at all. "I think all o' ye need t'get yer 'eads outta yer arses! Yew!" He released his hold on Streamlily's shirt with one paw, gripping harder to compensate with the other as he pointed to Tirael. "Ain't no fool squirrel e'er died in un'er 'alf an 'our from eatin' pois'nous berries. If 'e does, its yer own bloody fault fer lettin' such things grow so close t'yer liddle fort! Get 'is fool self inside, an' if yer too weak t'carry 'im yerself I'm sure Sleet'll be 'appy t'embarass ye by doin' th' 'eavy liftin'."

His expression, previously displaying alarm, had taken no time in quickly darkening to a venomous mask of disgust. His amber eyes shifted to the Skipper before his judgmental paw followed. "And yew, protector o' yer bloody kin, the 'ell were ye when this'un waltzed right in wit' 'nuff weapons t'arm a score o' beasts?" He spat at the older otter, his fur bristling as he practically brandished Streamlilly. "Wot were y'doin', eh? Nappin' in th' sunshine, restin' yer bones? Well wake up an' smell th' blood, this world ain't ne'er gonna be safe 'nuff t'put down yer guard!"

As soon as the words were out of his mouth it occurred to the weasel that they weren't all his own. Waking up to the scent of blood was a bizarre occurrence that had only recently begun to plague him, and was the reason for his mulling on the walltop to begin with. After having so easily and unknowingly hinted at the issue, his fire choked on itself, dying down to a dull flame. Looking and feeling wearied, he gave the female otter a final solid shake before shoving her towards the Skipper. "Disarm 'er. Now. 'Fore I do."

[lorki]

"Maybe if you weren't shouting, she could answer,"

Sleet bristled. Her emotions concerning Tirael were awfully turbulent. Part of her continued to feel the sting of hurt, as if she had been betrayed and lied to. She'd been open and friendly with the otter, more so than with any other one of the woodlanders and he now seemed to be the one to detest her the most. She'd put up with his sad tender little otter show, looked past his pathetic demeanor... but he had to have a fit because she got into a wrestling match with Redin. Anger flared beside the hurt, her dark eyes narrowed towards the healer, the glare spoke just as well as any words.

Of course the Skipper entered the scene, repeating much of what had already been asked by just about every beast. Sleet turned to glance at Redin, who was looking dangerously at Tirael and pointing. As Redin began his shouting, Sleet eased towards him. She wasn't particularly worried about Redin doing anything harmful or dangerous necessarily, but he snarled and shouted and she could watch the change in his expression and motions as his rant grew longer. Sleet hardly trusted a nervous abbey beast to not act rashly, she thought it best to stand near Redin, even if her offered protection wasn't much help. As she moved she looked at the otter, studying her dark fur, the line from her tattoo starting up her face, Sleet blinked, her expression becoming a bit more thoughtful.

"Wot were y'doin', eh? Nappin' in th' sunshine, restin' yer bones? Well wake up an' smell th' blood, this world ain't ne'er gonna be safe 'nuff t'put down yer guard!"

Sleet nearly opened her mouth to cut him off then, but she quickly realized he had done this on his own. Moment's after this the otter was shoved away, past Sleet, who watched her go, and noticed the black tattooed line that ran down the otters arm as she passed. She raised her brow.

"Disarm 'er. Now. 'Fore I do."

Sleet took a wide step towards her weasel friend, she shuffled towards him until she pressed her side to his. "Redin." She said shortly, her eyes stayed locked on the female otter and her voice was a flat whisper. She turned her head away from the rest of the crowd, lowering her voice even more so that only her companion would hear, "I believe that otter is my otter."

She lifted her eyes to look up at him, her brow raised in an attempt to convey some significance. She surely hoped he recalled he conversation they'd had... concerning the Vermin Captain who had asked Sleet to track and kill one of his old assassins who happened to be a black, tattooed young female otter.

(BWAHAHAHAHAH)

[Tirael]

“What do you say?”

Before he even had a chance to consider an answer, Tirael was cut off by a ranting Redin. He wilted somewhat; he couldn't stand so much conflict concentrated within the space of a few days, and couldn't help but feel somewhat responsible. Sleet, and by association Redin, had come into the Abbey because he was there--and had been largely belligerent ever since Sleet had woken up. And he'd probably overreacted, so it was even more his fault--and now Redin was yelling about his ineptitude.

Fair game, but when the weasel turned against Skipper, he became rather more upset. His father wasn't responsible for this; the moment he'd become aware of what was going on, the medical distraction began. Redin was clearly slipping back to a less rational state of mind. Either that, or he just didn't want to hear what the weasel was shouting.

...no, he was just going off the deep end. Again.

Once Redin had finished his diatribe, Tirael glanced at Skipper, Streamlily, and her supposed cure. Then his gaze fell on Sleet.

"...give it to him."

[greek101]

“What do you say?”

Streamlilly looked at Tirael as Skipper asked for his opinion. Streamlilly knew she was right. Whether she could administer the tonic properly...that was another question. She could poison creatures and they would never know the difference, but she never had to use her antidotes before, because, well, she never poisoned someone that she would have wanted to save....

"Tell ye wot I think,...[...]..."

The large weasel shook Streamlilly, who had chosen not to resist being held up off the ground. Note to self...Streamlilly thought as she was jostled around. Loosen belts! Her belts were tight enough that they would not make any nose or fall off when she ran, but with being jostled around, her chest was being thrust into her belts again and again, cutting off her breath every time.

"Yew! Ain't no fool squirrel e'er died ...[...]...And yew, protector o' yer bloody kin,....[...]...Wot were y'doin', eh? Nappin' in th' sunshine,...[...]...Disarm 'er. Now. 'Fore I do."

With one last shake, Streamlilly was shoved to the ground. Not wanting to break the vile or her other paw as she fell, Streamlilly tucked her arms in and twisted a fraction. In result, Streamlilly hit the ground on her side with a small thump, knocking the breath out of her.

Sitting up on to her knees Streamlilly realized she had fallen at the feet of Tirael and the Skipper. Oh, the irony. Looking up nervously into their eyes, what were they going to do after that brutish weasel's rant?

And also, Streamlilly could feel the a strong pair of eyes glaring her down. Not that everyone wasn't already looking at her, one just, well, feel stronger than the others. From the corner of her eye, Streamlilly guessed it was the silver ferret, but why? What had she done to her? Sure, Streamlilly had done things she defiantly was not proud of, but she was sure she had never come across this silver ferret....

"...give it to him."

Streamlilly looked back up at Tirael. He was standing up for her! Whether it was out of pity or the fact that he actually believed her was another story, but at least he was defending her!

Putting up her paws slowly, she spoke. "Okay. I'll try and administer this tonic, then you can do what you want with my weapons and me. But I'm going to need some help, mainly because this tonic will wake him up, but inturn it will make him sick so his body can...be rid of the poison."

Inching over to the unconscious squirrel on her knees, with her paws still in the air, Streamlilly began uncapping the vile. You'd better work, she thought to the tonic. My new life is at stake... or worse...