Post by Treble Tiderunner on Jan 15, 2009 11:59:14 GMT -6
This is a post I put up today:
Snow! It hardly seemed possible, that she had been here nearly half a season already. The thick white blanket contrasted sharply with the Indian summer day she had stumbled into the camp. Fern loved the snow, and it was with the resolve to enjoy the day that had descended, bringing the dibbuns such joy.
The ottermaid had done quite a bit of exploring, but she didn't need it as she followed the noisy dibbuns and Violet to another entranceway, bigger than the main but equally camouflaged. Skipper had told her this was the main effort of the moles who had dug and expanded the natural tunnels. Fern admired the moles for such dedication to detail.
Outside, Fern fell behind as she walked slower and more sedately than the dibbuns, but she couldn't resist a few skips and twirls. Violet was singing to the dibbuns and Fern joined in, their voices carrying easily in the still morning.
"As spinney and woodland grow leafier each day,
Young birds sing that summer is soon on its way.
I'll find me the glade that my heart recalls best,
In my soft summer dell I will lay down to rest."
"Hello!" Fern smiled as she came into the little clearing. The dibbuns seemed to be winding up a snowball fight.
"Come'n make snowmice, miss Fern!" one of the older children called, waving a snowy paw.
However, I didn't used to roleplay this way. More likely I would have posted something like this:
"Oh blist'rin' blizzerds!" Aidan exclaimed, reaching out a paw to steady the snow-white hare who had almost collided with him. His companion snickered. "Nevva 'eard y'use that un b'fore, Aidan!" The tall, lean otter grinned at his friend.
Snow! It hardly seemed possible, that she had been here nearly half a season already. The thick white blanket contrasted sharply with the Indian summer day she had stumbled into the camp. Fern loved the snow, and it was with the resolve to enjoy the day that had descended, bringing the dibbuns such joy.
The ottermaid had done quite a bit of exploring, but she didn't need it as she followed the noisy dibbuns and Violet to another entranceway, bigger than the main but equally camouflaged. Skipper had told her this was the main effort of the moles who had dug and expanded the natural tunnels. Fern admired the moles for such dedication to detail.
Outside, Fern fell behind as she walked slower and more sedately than the dibbuns, but she couldn't resist a few skips and twirls. Violet was singing to the dibbuns and Fern joined in, their voices carrying easily in the still morning.
"As spinney and woodland grow leafier each day,
Young birds sing that summer is soon on its way.
I'll find me the glade that my heart recalls best,
In my soft summer dell I will lay down to rest."
"Hello!" Fern smiled as she came into the little clearing. The dibbuns seemed to be winding up a snowball fight.
"Come'n make snowmice, miss Fern!" one of the older children called, waving a snowy paw.
However, I didn't used to roleplay this way. More likely I would have posted something like this:
"Oh blist'rin' blizzerds!" Aidan exclaimed, reaching out a paw to steady the snow-white hare who had almost collided with him. His companion snickered. "Nevva 'eard y'use that un b'fore, Aidan!" The tall, lean otter grinned at his friend.