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Feb 13, 2008 1:38:53 GMT
Post by Oakrose & Crew on Feb 13, 2008 1:38:53 GMT
*The doors to the Whispering Willow Tavern open gently. An otter in a cloak holds the door open while another cloaked one slips through. The latter sits a travelling bag on a nearby table and removes two squirming slings from inside the cloak. Sitting them in chairs, Clearstream smiles.* Aww, lookit 'em sleepin', Rush! Ain't they precious? *The other otter, a sinewy white male with brown eyes nods and wraps his arm around her shoulder.* Yep, they sure are. So where's this Oakrose?
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Feb 13, 2008 14:07:50 GMT
Post by Baraka on Feb 13, 2008 14:07:50 GMT
*Sitting at a table in the far corner of the tavern is Baraka, writing rapidly on a scroll of parchement. He looks up at the newcomers, pausing in his writing for a moment.* Oakrose? I'm pretty sure she's up at her treehouse, but she could be at the apothecary... *The squirrel turns back to his scroll and resumes writing*
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Feb 13, 2008 21:40:22 GMT
Post by Oakrose & Crew on Feb 13, 2008 21:40:22 GMT
*Clearstream turns, and smiles.* Thankee... yore Baraka, right? So she still owns the treehouse, good. There was an extra room upstairs we could prob'ly stay in. *She picks up one of the babes that had started crying softly, and Rushriver had gone to get a drink. He returns from the bar with a mug of ale for himself and a cup of tea for his wife. She's obviously calmed down a bit, for she accepts it thankfully without wishing for a glass of warm wine instead.* 'Ere, we migh' as well 'ave somethin' ta drink fore we 'ead out again. *They sit and drink in silence. Rushriver looks around at everything with mild curiousity and Clearstream smiles to herself. Everythin' looks ta be about th' same. I wonder if Soilrose is still 'ere, or if they'll miss Brookie or not. Whatever 'appened wit' Lonas and Oakrose? Are they still together? Suppose there's only one way ta find out.*
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Feb 15, 2008 22:35:15 GMT
Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Feb 15, 2008 22:35:15 GMT
Regen was bizarrely silent where he sat over in the corner, which was why nobody seemed to notice him. The Duke was at the Tavern for his usual evening fare - bread, cheese, a stiff drink. He'd finished that and was playing his guitarra distractedly before the otters walked in. Now he watches for a moment, licks his lips thoughtfully, and leaped upright. The guitarra held in his paw, he strolled over to the male and waited, allowing a hint of suspicion to show. "H'llo. What's yer business here, sir?" The golden squirrel's voice was quiet enough- clearly, he hadn't had alot to drink late - but the shortsword at his side was quite visible, and he stood with clear aggression in his set.
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Feb 16, 2008 1:10:10 GMT
Post by Oakrose & Crew on Feb 16, 2008 1:10:10 GMT
*Rushriver Wildriver turned to face Regen in his chair. The white otter's mouth remains straight, not showing any emotion. Which is hard for otters, since they are usually jubulaint, and Rushriver is no exeption. However, his brown eyes show no joy, even though it wants to bubble out. A rather deep, low rumble came from the now open mouth.* Oy, wot... oh. Clearstream wanted ta come visit, so I came along, bein' 'er 'usband an' all. We were gonna 'ead ta Oakrose's cottage, tree'ous', woteva, after this. Could yew tell us jus' where that's at?
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Feb 17, 2008 22:47:32 GMT
Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Feb 17, 2008 22:47:32 GMT
*Another otter, almost certainly the messenger from St. Ninian's, watches the newcomers closely. With a ghost of a smile, he recognises the name of the female and the tender expression with which she and the male gaze upon the two bundles. He raises a paw.* Oakrose Royalbrush? I could show y' where the cottage is, if you like.
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Feb 17, 2008 23:57:19 GMT
Post by Oakrose & Crew on Feb 17, 2008 23:57:19 GMT
*Clearstream nods her thanks. Placing a paw on her husband's arm, she squeezes it gently.* Yes, that'd be nice, thankee. *She raises her hood and raises the two bundles to her chest again. Rushriver raises his hood, waves to everyone, and stands with his wife by the door.*
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Feb 18, 2008 9:32:07 GMT
Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Feb 18, 2008 9:32:07 GMT
*Standing, the otter drains the remaining liquid from his tankard and with a sharp thud, returns it to the table. He steps over the bench and strolls towards the other otters and the Tavern door. This he holds open with the smallest of nods to Clearstream.* After you, an'... *The otter messenger nods to the tiny otter kits gathered in the arms of their mother.*
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Feb 18, 2008 21:39:14 GMT
Post by Oakrose & Crew on Feb 18, 2008 21:39:14 GMT
*Clearstream smiles as she and Rushriver head out the door. She gently covers the babes' faces with part of her cloak, and Rushriver wraps an arm around her as they head out into the blustery ((lol, can't help but to think of Winnie The Pooh when I type that word! *so stupid, so stupid.*)) afternoon. The albino turns to face their guide.* Thankee, sir...?
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Feb 19, 2008 18:59:05 GMT
Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Feb 19, 2008 18:59:05 GMT
*Instead of introducing himself, the otter gives another small smile and, pulling the door closed behind them, replies,* My pleasure, ma'am. *He allows the sharp breeze to catch him full in the face as he turns his back on the Whispering Willow.* This way, if y' please, *The messenger adds shortly and sets off across the Village Square, glancing back as he reaches the fountain. A jet of water spews out of the weathered carving into a shallow basin below and the otter splashes water onto his face from it. He blinks at the cold before shaking droplets from his fur and whiskers. It clears his head from the hangover of the warm, lazy feeling the Tavern had given and enables him to think straight and seriously; something he'd been meaning to do.*
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Feb 19, 2008 23:58:36 GMT
Post by Oakrose & Crew on Feb 19, 2008 23:58:36 GMT
*The couple nod as they head out into the fading sunlight. Watching the otter, Rushriver silently thanks the Guiding Stars. He was new, and Clearstream had too many other things to remember to think about where an old friend lived.*
OOC: Terri, d'you wanna just say that they got there from here or continue? Your choice, I don't really care which.
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Feb 29, 2008 19:57:31 GMT
Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Feb 29, 2008 19:57:31 GMT
OOC: Continue, if that's okay.
BIC: *Shaking water from his fur still, the otter gives a slight grin and indicates that they are to be leaving the Village Square.* If I walk too fast, do tell me, ma'am, *He calls back to Clearstream.* I'm used to travelling on my own, taking messages to St. Ninian's and so on. You know about the Chapel? *He adds, remembering that the two are near-strangers here.*
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Mar 3, 2008 1:00:41 GMT
Post by Oakrose & Crew on Mar 3, 2008 1:00:41 GMT
*Clearstream shakes her head gently.* Nope... ain't been 'ere fer a few months. We needed on' tho', an' twasn't too long fer they 'ad ta put on' in. *Rushriver walks along, looking at everything and taking in everything. He observed the little town and the few beasts moving about.*
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Mar 4, 2008 20:05:38 GMT
Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Mar 4, 2008 20:05:38 GMT
Ah, *He nods by way of no comment.* As you can see, we've got defences going up at the moment, *They are told grimly after a moment. No place for otterkits if it's going to get much worse. Even if we reach an agreement with Blackstar, there's barely room to breathe in this place; disease could set in within a week from now... ah, well. Grin and bear it, like old Grettir used to say.* ... don't worry. Nearly there, now.
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