Passing time Alne/Open

[Brooke]

Kylie couldn't help it, Abbey life wasn't as exciting as being on the roads constantly was. Coming from such a hazardous yet exciting life to this, the peacefulness the Abbey provided. It was nice for a break, but her break was coming to a close. She was itching to get back on the road, she just didn't want to leave yet. The comforts of living here had softened her and she knew that there was someone else who needed her help somewhere, she just wasn't ready to leave yet.

She sat leaning against the tree, sgian dhu in her paws as usual. She ran a claw along the blade, testing the sharpness. If there was one thing Kylie was never without, it was a sharp weapon. You weren't supposed to have weapons at the Abbey, but she couldn't sleep at night without knowing she had something to protect herself with on her person. She was paranoid. Scared her past would come back to haunt her whilst she slept, vulnerable.

Looking around, she soaked in all the cheery people of the Abbey, talking, playing, eating and doing chores. She didn't fit in here, but it was a roof over her head and she wouldn't pass that up for the world. Redwall was a place she would put her life on the line for every day and then some. These people were good honest workers that deserved to have Redwall. No one should try to take it from such good, peaceful creatures. They never did a body harm and never would. They'd take in the enemy to treat their wounds without a second thought of the danger. They just wanted peace and anyone who wanted peace and peace alone were people that would have Kylie's undying loyalty until she died.

[Django]

Alne bustled about with trays of food for lunch. Being the only cook's assistant, she was always busy with bringing the food out or helping the friar with making dishes. She had many other duties besides these, such as caring for her Dibbun brother, Fenn. At the end of each day, she was pretty exhausted. But she kept a smile on her dark-furred features, never having anything to fear.

Today, everyone had decided to take lunch outside. Alne was happy to oblige with carrying the food out to everyone. She enjoyed the impromptu picnics outside, when she was able to sit and enjoy them, that is.

Walking quickly with a rather over-laden tray, she tripped on the legs of another creature and spilled the contents onto another squirrel who was sitting against a tree. Hastily picking herself up, the black squirrel began gathering the spilt food, muttering apologies in her slit Highlander accent.

"My apologies, marm. 'Twas me oon fault fer no' watchin' where I was goin'. Lemme clean ye up an' get ye another tray, hmm?" She used her own aprom to clean up most of the mess, then gave the other squirrel a towel she'd been carrying to wipe her face.

"Terribly sorry again, miss," she said, picking up the tray and what had been on it. "What would ye like ta eat, then?" She was fully prepared to bring anything out for the other creature. She felt so bad that she'd been so clumsy as to trip and spill the food. Usually she had wonderful balance because of her rather large, bushy tail. She decided she'd just been ignorant and not watching where she was going.

[Brooke]

Kylie helped the other squirrel pick up what she had spilled, shushing the apologies. "Nay lass, 'twas mine. Shoulda watched where I was sittin'." She said smiling at the other squirrel. It was rather odd for her to be talking to someone with the same accent. Often times she was having to slow down and repeat her sentences for the other beasts of the Abbey who couldn't always understand her thick northern accent.

"Unless the kitchen has oop and moved since I was last down there, I can go fetch it me self. A wee jaunt is good fer the bod, eh?" Kylie hated to make the other squirrel have to go and get her food when Kylie was perfectly able herself. "Ah, 'twould seem Ah've foorgotten my manners. Ah'm Kylie McCree and to whom do I have the pleasure of speaking tae at this fine time?" She said grinning. Although she had a temper, Kylie wasn't known for getting angry over such small things like this. She much preferred the comical approach and laughed them off. It made a much better story later if you didn't end up wanting to chop the other beast's head off.

Of all the things she had learned on her travels in her short life, things are better when you look at them from a comedic stand point. If you were too serious, you'd gray far too early and no one would like you. Who wants to be friendless? Not many of us. She couldn't help but frown at people that couldn't at least have a little fun themselves or let the dibbuns have fun. You were only young once and if it's not fun when you're young, then what will it be like when you're older? That was probably why the young ones liked her so much. She wasn't too strict on what they did and didn't mind giving piggy back rides, so long as they stayed safe, why shouldn't they have fun? She never tired of the Dibbuns' endless happy attitudes. It was refreshing.

[Django]

Alne smiled at the older squirrel, thrilled at finding another beast with the same Highlander tint in their voice. Even her own brother, Fenn, didn't have that accent, and he sometimes couldn't understand her.

"Ah'm Alne, friend," she said in reply to Kylie's question. "Glad yer no' mad aboot th' spill." Her accent grew stronger around another of her heritage. "Glad tae meet ye, miss Kylie." She chuckled at Kylie's remark about the kitchens.

"Nay, marm, th' auld kitchens be jus' where they allas were." she said, still giggling. "I'm gooin' back in there right noow tae get some vittles fer me wee brother, woold ye like tae come?" Her large bushy tail flicked casually as it usually did when its owner was in a good mood. Alne was glad of finding a friend to talk too. She always was; she loved to chat with other creatures when she had a moment to spare.