Post by Aurora C. on Feb 21, 2008 22:42:07 GMT
**You knock softly upon the battered, worn, and slightly dusty surface of a door. An annoyed voice rings out in the silence, piercing through the peace and the quiet of the evening.**
Come in, come in. Mind ye though, I ain't got a lot of time to spare ye, so hurry up an' get to it!
**You push open the old door slowly, slipping in to seat yourself in a nearby chair. The newest member of Squirrel Village was sitting cross-legged beside a small fireplace, a scroll clutched in her normally reddish, though currently ink-stained paws. Aurora I. Crimsonpaws' big hazel optics meet your eyes, before the mousemaid yawns sleepily and tosses a crow feather quill to one side. Flipping her body over to a more comfortable position, Aurora cleared her throat before raising her head to speak in a loud, perhaps a bit too harsh, tone.**
Ahem, I ain't a very good write, ye see, but I tried the best I could to make this story. Sit back and relax in your chair, and I'll read to ye.
**Pausing briefly for dramatic effect, the golden mousemaid's mouth twitches, as if restraining a smile, before her paws bring the scroll close to those wide brown eyes.**
I was born slightly southwest of hereaways, a bit south of Salamandastron. Me father was a true warrior and rover, while my mother was quite skilled in the healing arts. Both me parents were in the wandering Shellbearer tribe, a generally peaceable band of goodbeasts who roamed the seashore. My father was deputy to the Chieftain there, so he did not want to leave. However, an attack of villainous sea rats slaughtered most of the group, as well as my mother. My father and a few surviving friends traveled east with me, away from the sea, in search of a safer life. Yet being unfamiliar with the territory, I became a great burden to the small troop. My father treasured me dearly, however, I being the last remaining member of his family, and desperately tried to train me in the fighting arts. But in the end, he and his companions left me at Redwall when I was 9 seasons in the hope I could grow up to get a better life than the hard an' dangerous one of a rover. As a parting gift, he gave me five of his throwing daggers. I loved the time I spent there, but as I grew into young adulthood I had my father's fighter and my mother's wanderer call in me. I finally grew so upset with the peaceful life of the Redwallers I ran away, accompanied by a young wildcat named Mystic. We traveled south in Mossflower, even going as far as Salamandastron. In a short stay with the Badger Lord and his hares, I received a finely forged rapier, a new weapon to my collection, as well as twin long daggers. Upon encountering Squirrel Village, I had grown to love Redwall and the surrounding country, so after a short visit I begged to stay and become a member of Terralux. Unfortunately, Mystic wouldn't come. Perhaps it is the warlike blood that runs in all vermin, even those who have become goodbeasts. Yet we exchanged gifts. It was then that I got the beautifully-made sling and a woven colored bracelet that is my most treasured possession. I still live here, in hope that Mystic will one day return and join our beloved community.
**Her face finally breaking out into a proud grin, the mousemaid inclines her head respectfully.**
Well? Any questions about my lineage?
Come in, come in. Mind ye though, I ain't got a lot of time to spare ye, so hurry up an' get to it!
**You push open the old door slowly, slipping in to seat yourself in a nearby chair. The newest member of Squirrel Village was sitting cross-legged beside a small fireplace, a scroll clutched in her normally reddish, though currently ink-stained paws. Aurora I. Crimsonpaws' big hazel optics meet your eyes, before the mousemaid yawns sleepily and tosses a crow feather quill to one side. Flipping her body over to a more comfortable position, Aurora cleared her throat before raising her head to speak in a loud, perhaps a bit too harsh, tone.**
Ahem, I ain't a very good write, ye see, but I tried the best I could to make this story. Sit back and relax in your chair, and I'll read to ye.
**Pausing briefly for dramatic effect, the golden mousemaid's mouth twitches, as if restraining a smile, before her paws bring the scroll close to those wide brown eyes.**
I was born slightly southwest of hereaways, a bit south of Salamandastron. Me father was a true warrior and rover, while my mother was quite skilled in the healing arts. Both me parents were in the wandering Shellbearer tribe, a generally peaceable band of goodbeasts who roamed the seashore. My father was deputy to the Chieftain there, so he did not want to leave. However, an attack of villainous sea rats slaughtered most of the group, as well as my mother. My father and a few surviving friends traveled east with me, away from the sea, in search of a safer life. Yet being unfamiliar with the territory, I became a great burden to the small troop. My father treasured me dearly, however, I being the last remaining member of his family, and desperately tried to train me in the fighting arts. But in the end, he and his companions left me at Redwall when I was 9 seasons in the hope I could grow up to get a better life than the hard an' dangerous one of a rover. As a parting gift, he gave me five of his throwing daggers. I loved the time I spent there, but as I grew into young adulthood I had my father's fighter and my mother's wanderer call in me. I finally grew so upset with the peaceful life of the Redwallers I ran away, accompanied by a young wildcat named Mystic. We traveled south in Mossflower, even going as far as Salamandastron. In a short stay with the Badger Lord and his hares, I received a finely forged rapier, a new weapon to my collection, as well as twin long daggers. Upon encountering Squirrel Village, I had grown to love Redwall and the surrounding country, so after a short visit I begged to stay and become a member of Terralux. Unfortunately, Mystic wouldn't come. Perhaps it is the warlike blood that runs in all vermin, even those who have become goodbeasts. Yet we exchanged gifts. It was then that I got the beautifully-made sling and a woven colored bracelet that is my most treasured possession. I still live here, in hope that Mystic will one day return and join our beloved community.
**Her face finally breaking out into a proud grin, the mousemaid inclines her head respectfully.**
Well? Any questions about my lineage?
Leaderess of Terralux