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Post by Enon // SoMtW on Jul 17, 2011 22:37:10 GMT -6
Enon glanced aside at Brush, a small smile lighting her face. One could almost see past the scars the smile pulled, the scar tissue distorting her face. He was on her bad side, a concession she found easier to make than she would have even a few months ago. It was trust, plain and simple. She’d allowed him to see her at her weakest moments. Letting him on her blind side was so easy, now.
The little shrew who was both narrator and judge shouted the results of the last shot and she turned back to the contest.
"Enon, some otter's calling you. You know her?"
Enon turned at his touch, her puzzled glance going to the otter. Yes, she knew her. Barely, but the otter was distinctive. She frowned. She found she didn’t want her time with Brush to end. She wanted to stand by him, and not be pulled another direction by an ottermaid with an assassin’s identity crisis.
“Yes, I know her.” She had nothing against the otter. She just wished she’d come over at a different time.
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Post by Lucasaurusrex on Jul 22, 2011 19:22:27 GMT -6
Grubbler smiled, this otter certainly was social. He looked over, and saw who he thought she was calling. She was an old, battle scarred squirrel. She would certainly have some good stories to tell. Grubbler liked stories. He called, "H'oy! Iz you'm h'a froind of Miz Stweam Leelé? I'm h'a dunt knew hur too well, bùt, h'she'm is arwfully noice, so h'a froind of hur'z is ah froind of moine." He smiled, as best as a mole could, though it turned out more like a grimace.
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Post by Ivyrose on Jul 23, 2011 14:56:16 GMT -6
"I envy the birds. They have the freedom of the sky, where here we are stuck to land. When I'm older, I'm going to fly. Somehow, I'll do it."
Ivy blinked. It had never occurred to her that creatures could get fed up of being on the ground. Then again, she was a squirrel, her species spent lost of time in the trees off the ground. Now that she thought of it, being on the earth all the time could get pretty depressing. Her mouth curved into a little smile.
Letting out a small laugh, Ivy gestured to the sky. "Must be a great place up there." Her eyes sharped with interest. "So, you'll find a way to get up there." She waved her paw in a sweeping motion, indicating the sky again.
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Post by Tirael on Jul 25, 2011 1:30:10 GMT -6
“Yes, I know her.”
For a moment, Brush remained in attentive mode, expecting more beyond that simple response. A look of dull surprise registered on his face as he realized that Enon had no intention of saying more. Most creatures would have gone, "Yes, that's the daughter of so-and-so," or "Yes, we met at that thing, with the stuff, you remember?" Her tone hadn't suggested that she was so disgusted with the otter that she didn't want to talk about her--she just wasn't.
"So...okay, who is she?" the squirrel asked, not content with the truncated excuse for an answer his companion had given him. He was probably overreacting, but as Enon opened up more to him, those barriers that still remained grew increasingly displeasing to him--perhaps it was selfish, but he didn't want to feel like she was keeping things from him.
But of course, this otter probably had nothing to do with anything like that.
Probably.
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Post by greek101 on Jul 25, 2011 20:57:26 GMT -6
He called, "H'oy! Iz you'm h'a froind of Miz Stweam Leelé? I'm h'a dunt knew hur too well, bùt, h'she'm is arwfully noice, so h'a froind of hur'z is ah froind of moine." He smiled, as best as a mole could, though it turned out more like a grimace.
Streamlilly bit the inside of her lip, but tried to keep a smile on her face. Enon was kind of a friend. She had been a momentary guide. Most likely a reluctant one, but that was beside the point. Streamlilly just didn't want to be alone with Rubbler. Anyone that might carry a conversation would do.
But Enon didn't seem to be very responsive to her call. Streamlilly dropped her arm, and looked away. Okay, so that didn't work, and Enon wasn't responding.
Not only did that still leave Streamlilly with Rubbler, but it defiantly took her self esteem down a notch to know that someone whom she thought might talk to her wasn't responding.
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Post by Lucasaurusrex on Jul 26, 2011 7:42:20 GMT -6
Leaf Eye smiled, finally, someone who did no mock him. He looked up, and saw a crow flying overhead. "Yes, up there. In the clouds and with the birds. It gets tiring staying on the land, and even sometimes in the tree's. Though the trees are as close as I'll get, for now." Then, a bird dropping plummeted from the sky, and landed "plop" on his face. He grimaced, wiping it off with his shirt. Oh, how the birds mocked him.
*I'm sorry. I just had to use the bird droppings. I just had to, even if it is a bit cliche.*
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Post by Treble Tiderunner on Jul 29, 2011 22:36:28 GMT -6
Enon turned back to watch the contest. A mouse of quite small stature was wrestling comically with a large bow as a big otter bent her bow next him. It appeared to be the last round of that particular contest. Her single eye focused on the mouse. Despite his apparent difficulty, she had a feeling he’d carry the day.
"So...okay, who is she?"
Enon sighed, turning back. It seemed she wouldn’t be left alone with Brush as she wished. Her ears turned, catching the noise the mole was making. He was quite the character, and his rough voice made the already difficult mole dialect near unintelligible.
“She’s that ottermaid-- ye remember, the one I brought in right before we left? Who does she look like tae ye?”
"Hello. What was yer name again, miss?"
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Post by Tirael on Aug 18, 2011 23:50:33 GMT -6
“She’s that ottermaid-- ye remember, the one I brought in right before we left? Who does she look like tae ye?”
Well, it didn't seem to matter who she looked like--Streamlilly had apparently given up on interacting with Enon. (Probably not a bad idea, too, considering how blatantly the black-furred squirrel had shown that she had no interest in it.) And Brush had barely seen anything of the ottermaid, as he and Enon had left for the south very shortly after her arrival. Then again, he supposed that wasn't quite what his companion meant. What he supposed she did mean was more like Who else would look like that?
"Oh, you mean the one I didn't meet?" he asked, a small hint of playfulness tinging his voice. Glancing down at Enon, he lowered his voice a little. "C'mon, you look hungry. And I think I smell nutbread." Of course, he couldn't tell whether Enon was the one who looked hungry, or if he was just projecting--but that nutbread smelled too good for him to quibble over silly details like that.
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Post by Promatera on Aug 22, 2011 23:20:10 GMT -6
The summer day was not something to idle away for Bon Vaygan. Even though the bright summer sky and sun warmed earth beckoned all to relax and enjoy the day, Bon Vaygan was not one to relax at the moment. Several days ago he awoke to find that his whole crop had been decimated leaving him with little food (though he had neglected to water his crops for several days).
Desperate for food, Bon Vaygan knew it was time to return once more to his shadier past. He remembered River Moss was usually bustling with other creatures this time of year so it would be a great chance to 'steal' a living. However, he vividly remembered the suffering he lived through as horde beast and knew that Redwall was to be avoided at all costs. Hopefully the River Moss was not too close to the accursed abbey.
To his surprise, however, as he arrived at the banks of the River Moss, he noticed other beasts frolicking about. Jovial shouts echoed along the riverbank and Bon Vaygan knew immediately he had missed something. Following the river he noticed a center of festivity filled with all sorts of beasts enjoying the summer day.
Dumbfounded Bon Vaygan followed countless beasts within to celebrate. He could not believe what was going on. He could not recall seeing so many creatures happy and free. In awe, he stared at the festivities surrounding him.
"What is this?" he muttered to himself.
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Post by Ivyrose on Aug 23, 2011 20:08:41 GMT -6
Quietly, Ivy's gave followed the bird soaring above their heads. It did indeed look immensely graceful and free up there, dancing though the clouds. With a sudden wistful feeling rising in her stomach, the squirrelmaid imagined being up in the clouds, flying like that bird. The sky seemed to offer a freedom that even the highest treetops couldn't provide.
Lost in her thoughts, Ivy didn't realize what had happened until she caught sight of movement in the corner of her gaze. Gaze traveling back to earth, she jumped slightly when she saw what had landed on her companion's face. Grimacing, she reached a paw inside her tunic. Grouping around, she then pulled out a small piece of cloth. Handing it to Leaf, Ivy tried to suppressed a small smile that was creeping onto her lips.
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Post by greek101 on Aug 24, 2011 20:38:58 GMT -6
Streamlilly sighed to herself as she looked away. Enon didn't seem to be interesting in talking to her. Instead she was talking to a male squirrel who stood beside her.
Maybe she just didn't see me?.. She thought hopefully as she looked back, but turned away again. No, why would anybeast want to talk to a misfit like her. Well, besides Rubbler. Rubbler talked to her, but Streamlilly figured he was a bit of a misfit too.
She was so out of place and very uncomfortable. Streamlilly almost wished that she could just sneak away and blend in with the shadows...
"Hello. What was yer name again, miss?"
A slight, nervous smile sprung onto Streamlilly's face. Enon was talking to her! Maybe this Hullaballoo-thing would work our after all!
Stammering through her words, Streamlilly replied. "Oh..uh..I'm Steamlilly..Hello..Uh..." Her thoughts racing, Streamlilly tried to make a decent conversation. "Umm .... Well .. Good to see you again .... You haven't been at the Abbey in a while ...... uh .. they say you went on a trip ... So ... uh .. Did you have fun?"
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Post by Lucasaurusrex on Aug 25, 2011 10:30:15 GMT -6
Leaf Eye smiled, "It's fine. Laugh away. I imagine this must look funny." Then he used the cloth to wipe his face clean. "I doubt you'll want this cloth anymore in this state. I'll bring it back to the abbey and clean it. Do you mind if it waits until after the Hullabaloo? And where shall I find you, when I return the cloth?"
Grubbler chuckled, talking to the old squirrel, "Aye, su yeh gu on h'trips? Oi luve gurd advetures. Ah've had h'a fair few een mah day, and ah'm sure you have too. You'm seem like yeh've seen ah good h'mount ah've battlers. Ah'm Grubbler 'ee Woild." He put out his paw, for a hand shake. This squirrel would have great stories to tell. Grubbler loved trading stories over a warm fire, with good vittles.
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Post by nikki on Sept 25, 2011 0:54:37 GMT -6
The river had delayed Heartsease's journey to the mountain.
Oh, she could swim all right - all rabbits of the Violanus warren were taught as kits, in case one fell in - but paddling in the shallows and swimming a river full of spring and summer rain were two very different prospects.
Well, the mountain would still be there once she found some boatbeasts to ferry her across (or failing that, a bridge or ford). Counseling herself to patience, the maid set off along the riverbank, making good use of her stores brought from home and the occasional foraged berry or root (only those she absolutely knew, of course; Heartsease was not skilled at identifying plants, and it wouldn't do to poison herself before she saw so much as a hare's whisker).
It had been several days since she left her warren, and the rabbit had paused to rest, idly watching a bluebottle perch on the tip of her white footpaw. The sun filtering through leaves was warm and comfortable, and Heartsease had just begun to doze when a nearby booming startled her (and her insect companion) to wakefulness.
"What in all seasons....?"
Taking up her spear, the rabbitmaid got back to her footpaws to move toward the racket. Soon enough she could hear cheering as well, and her black-tipped ears stood straight before straining toward the noise.
Well! Whatever was going on, she had in idea she wanted to be a part of it!
With that goal in mind, she bounded forward, careful to keep the spear on her shoulder in a relaxed, noncombative position. Soon enough she could see a gathering of beasts of all types. No rabbits she could see - of course, she'd been told rabbits in general had left Mossflower Country long before - but she noticed otters, moles, squirrels, and - best of all - hares!
Her good mood expanded at the sight, and Heartsease let her ears drop back to a casual pose as she came forward, waving a paw to the gathering at large as bright brown eyes swept across them again.
"Hello there! Seems rather a friendly fuss you've gathered here - don't suppose you've room for a rabbitmaid?"
She stifled a giggle at the alliteration, ears and delicate whiskers twitching forward.
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Post by Enon // SoMtW on Sept 25, 2011 9:43:26 GMT -6
“Tirael. She looks like Tirael.” Enon explained, turning away just as the mouse made his last shot, smack dab in the center of the bull’s eye. She tried to make it a point to remember faces-- it could often mean survival on the road, say when you met two foxes in the span of a week, one who was interested in sharing a meal, the other who is interested in you as a meal. As a random, non-specific example.
She was tempted to follow Brush towards the warm scent of baking bread, but was forestalled by the otter, who seemed to have gotten more nervous.
"Oh..uh..I'm Steamlilly..Hello..Uh..." Her thoughts racing, Streamlilly tried to make a decent conversation. "Umm .... Well .. Good to see you again .... You haven't been at the Abbey in a while ...... uh .. they say you went on a trip ... So ... uh .. Did you have fun?"
“I don’t live at the abbey.” She pointed out. She’d never belonged there. To say she belonged anywhere was a stretch, except perhaps Salamandastron. She had spent a good portion of her life at that fortress. It would often show in her speech patterns, she spoke as a hare more often than any other besides her own northern brogue.
“It was a good trip.” She looked at Brush and smiled slightly, her bad eye turning for the first time completely towards Streamlily.
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Post by Grath on Sept 25, 2011 10:27:29 GMT -6
“Quite a party, wot!”
Aidan remarked to the Skipper, who was spending time just walking amongst the gathered crowds, mostly filled with his otters. The older hare fell in step with the otter leader, they looked like quite a pair, walking side by side. Both were marked by war, both were marked by time. Skipper had less grey in his fur, but somehow he looked older than the brigadier, though the hare was ten years his senior.
“Our elders say it’s a traditional otter gathering…” Skipper looked thoughtful as he looked back to past, but he shook his head after a time. “I was too young to remember the last one. We all agreed it should be a celebration of… of all we accomplished last year.” Last summer they had just been the victors in a decade’s long war, and Aidan nodded in understanding. It had been a hard cost, but they’d succeeded.
"Hello there! Seems rather a friendly fuss you've gathered here - don't suppose you've room for a rabbitmaid?"
“C’mon in, miss, wot!” Aidan gestured genially with the pastry he had just purchased in his paw. It smelled of sharp meadow cheese, melted over roasted roots and with plenty of hotroot in it. It was an otter’s invention, of course. Aidan liked it.
"Here, try this!" He shoved it at her.
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