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Post by Gerfried and Pippin on Jul 2, 2007 19:30:47 GMT
*Gerfried makes an ungainly waddle to the edge of the lake, his short legs stiff and tired from a long day's walk. He tosses down a bulky, brown bag strapped to his front, which makes various metallic clanging and scraping noises upon impact. Kneeling at the water's edge, he takes a long drink before proceeding to clean his ears and wash off the dirt caked on his feet. Presently he speaks to himself, a habit that a social creature like him must pick up while traveling alone so as not to go mad.* Ah, there's nice water, here. This is a fine lake. I think I hear a few creatures chatting in the distance, even! Maybe I've found someplace civilized. *Satisfied with that, he moves away from the water to lay on his belly on a soft patch of grass. Idly wondering if there's anybeast nearby, he squints and swings his head around a bit. Unfortunately, due to his poor vision, he can only determine that there is nobeast within about a metre and a half from him. Pleased with the calm atmosphere of the place, the hedgehog decides to take a rest right there, laying a hand on a small axe inside his bag in case he had misjudged the area.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Jul 2, 2007 19:43:49 GMT
*Ashnel stops a little way from the hedgehog, but, judging him not to be too dangerous at present, despite the axe, does nothing. Wonder if he's really asleep though...? Well, best he rests here than outside the Terraluxian bounderies. The Guiding Stars knows what'd happen to him out there.*
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Post by Engel on Jul 2, 2007 19:47:49 GMT
*Engel strides down to the lakeshore in fine spirits, with a little bundle of food slung over her shoulder. It's a fine, warm day, just right for a swim and lunch, and maybe even a bit of musing over her latest poem if the mood takes her. She sings to herself as she walks through the empty woods, voice a pretty, clear little soprano.*
I'll write a verse about nothing at all, it's not about me or anyone else, it's not about love, it's not about youth, Not about anything, anything else,
because, in the first place, it was all drempt up sleeping on a wagon after my sixth cup!
*Reaching the water's edge, she leans over to set down her bundle, only then noticing that Ashnel is further down the bank, beside what looks like a napping hedgehog. Oh, fates. He must have heard me, she thinks, feeling herself begin to blush. She can stand being listened to, more often than not, even when she's singing -- as long as she knows that it's happening.*
OOC: Engel's song is a very loose translation/adaption, for those curious, of Guilhen de Peiteu's Farai un vers de dreit nien.
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Post by Gerfried and Pippin on Jul 2, 2007 20:15:20 GMT
*Upon hearing somebeast sing, Gerfried warily pries one eye open to see Ashnel. Sitting upright with a start, he first wonders how that oddly familiar, high little voice he heard could come out of the squirrel standing in front of him. As the sleep leaves and unclouds his thought, it becomes obvious this couldn't be the case. This must be it, then. some sort of settlement. A pleasantly startled look on his face, he introduces himself to Ashnel while straightening himself upright* Hallo, I... didn't mean to intrude 'r anything, I was, uh, thirsty... ja, name's Gerfried. *Seeing that the squirrel doesn't mean any harm, his hand, axe still firmly held in it, creeps behind his back in an almost embarrassed manner as he notices how barbaric he must look.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Jul 3, 2007 18:25:20 GMT
*Ashnel gives Engel a quick smile, before holding out a paw to help Gerfried up, replying as he does so.* Alashia o' Terralux. This place is Terralux, by the way, *He adds, a little hesitantly, as though only just believing it himself. The squirrel says nothing more; perhaps because he feels no need to, or perhaps because he can't think of what to say, besides from.* Engel, we've got a visitor!
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Post by Engel on Jul 3, 2007 18:34:30 GMT
*She blinks, then trots forward, laughing a little in mixed relief and pleasure.* So I noticed. *She picks along the lakeshore, speaking as she draws near enough to not need to call.* Staying a spell, sir, or just passing through? *She inquires of the hedgehog, brushing away the feeling that she's seen the hedgehog or his like someplace before. Traveling with the actors' guild, she'd met a lot of beasts.*
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Post by Gerfried and Pippin on Jul 3, 2007 19:37:37 GMT
*Gerfried grins at Engel, his quills rattling as he scratches his head thoughtfully* I'd love to stay here in Terralux if you'll have me! I'm quite handy with a hammer, so I can make myself useful if you like. *Concluding his statement, Gerfried's face turns quickly to confusion. He realizes that this stoat in front of him is the same creature who was singing earlier. He knows he has heard that voice somewhere.* If you don't mind my asking, have we met before? I don't think I've known anybeast named Engel, but I can't shake the feeling I've seen you somewhere.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Jul 4, 2007 15:39:17 GMT
*Ashnel's expression of puzzlement at Gerfried's words quickly changes to a broad grin.* Oh, I'm sure you have met Engel b'fore. She's Terralux's resident guardian angel: sensible, tackful and good at making sure no magpie atacks you while you're back's turned! *The squirrel stops as it occurs to him that perhaps it should be Engel herself speaking now, not him.* Engel, *He mutters with a sheepish nod.*
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Post by Engel on Jul 4, 2007 16:01:02 GMT
Ashnel! *Engel nearly squeaks, grinning and covering one eye with her paw bashfully.* Honestly. You're just trying to make me blush, aren't you. *And he seems to be succeeding -- the skin on her ears, at least, is visibly darker beneath its coat of fine, thin fur.*
*Clearing her throat, she attempts to recover her composure, smoothing her bodice needlessly.* At any rate. You might have seen me. Did you ever see a show with the Red Plum guild? I can understand perhaps not recognizing me then, since I was usually . . . er. *She wavers, then speaks past another brief throat-clearing noise.* Playing men.
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Post by Gerfried and Pippin on Jul 5, 2007 16:35:29 GMT
*Gerfried's smile creeps back to his face as he looks to both of the creatures in front of him and gives a small chuckle.* Well, seeing as I'm not familiar with Terralux, I'd suppose I've seen you on stage. An actress, you say? My memory isn't too great, so you must've put on quite a performance to make an impression on me. I do love some good entertainment, that's for sure. The Red Plum guild, they're a traveling group, right? Did you ever go near a little town called Liebesdorf?
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Post by Engel on Jul 5, 2007 17:55:04 GMT
. . . Liebesdorf? *She repeats, feeling the familiar guttural undercurrent of the name tug her vocal cords in directions they haven't gone for years. I think we stopped in there right after I joined. Come to think of it, that wasn't too far from the castle, she realizes, almost as an afterthought, before the impact of that fact hits her full-force. Mercy, he's from one of the towns around the castle. You can't tell him you lived there. No telling if he hated the lord or not.*
I . . . think we may have played there, *She replies uncertainly, before it hits her.* Yes, we did. I remember now. It was my first production -- The Emperor's Hostages? I think they call it Lutra's Pearls this far north. I was double-cast as Romsca and Barranca.
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Post by Gerfried and Pippin on Jul 5, 2007 18:34:27 GMT
Ah, ja, I think I did see that one, *the hedgehog muses, now focusing his thoughts on recalling what plays he has seen within the past few years of his life. Thinking for a moment, he recalls his last home and their dismay at a production that started shortly after he moved in.* Oh dear, I... I'm sorry to have brought up the memory for you. Most classic stories aren't received very well, there. They're a bit sensitive about the term "vermin," but I'm sure you learned that quickly. *He shakes his head at this before resuming his train of thought* You know, if more of them were as welcoming as you, maybe they wouldn't be stuck with their reputation.
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Post by Engel on Jul 9, 2007 20:40:48 GMT
*Engel laughs, remembering the minor row the production received in the first few nights.* No need to apologize. We met with far worse at some other places.
*Adjusting her bundle over her shoulder, she glances at Ashnel, turning toward the direction of the settlement.* And speaking of hospitality -- why don't we show our guest to the Whispering Willow for a drink and a bite? I'll even pay for a round.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Jul 10, 2007 20:57:51 GMT
Intelligence and a round of drinks, *Ashnel beams.* Now, Mister Gerfried - it was, wasn't it? - if you'll give me your bag to carry, and you lead the way, Engel, *He begins, rising once again to the opportunity of seeming confident and in control... especially if the Tavern is somehow involved.*
OOC: The Tavern.
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Post by Engel on Jul 11, 2007 23:53:44 GMT
OOC: To the tavern it is, then.
BIC:
*Engel pushes open the tavern's heavy wooden door, glancing back at Gerfried. She's been acting as an impromptu tour guide up until this point, explaining every little nuance of the settlement she can dredge from her memory. Which, as it turns out, is just enough for a small book.* And here's our tavern. I think it cozy, myself -- and they serve a red ale that's almost a proper doppelbock, which I think you'll like, *She adds with a grin, coming up to the bar.* Danniar? *She calls, leaning over and looking down the counter's length at the familiar barmaid.* Three tankards of Old Willow, please.
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