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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Feb 16, 2008 17:06:12 GMT
*It was a cold, dreary morning so different from a day so much like it in the summertime. A door creaks, and a squirrel enters the yard. Standing underneath a balcony, she stares at the surrounding trees. Mayyie was waiting for it to be over, so she could go home and tell everyone the news. Her black dress swayed in a breeze, and she shivered. Glancing at the open coffin, she sighs. When would things like this stop happening? Every time somebeast came to visit her cousin, there was a funeral following. Pinebud. Oakrose's own parents. Now Darron. How much more of this could the girl take?!?* Miz Mayyier? *The mole's call brought Mayyie out of it. Shaking her head, she ran a paw over her brown pinwheel bun.* Yes, Soilrose? Oi was makering shoore yoo wars alroight. Yeah, I'm fine... where's Oakie? She shood be cooming soon- *As if on cue, the squirrel comes out the door. Her long, lace-trimmed dress had been worn too much recently. Or so she thought. As she lets out a long breath, her black lace veil flies forward. She stook next to her cousin, waiting for beasts to begin arriving.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Feb 17, 2008 22:56:29 GMT
*Terragon arrives alone. Danniar was still asleep in Starsett Hollow when the squirrel left and she couldn't quite bring herself to wake the other. Lying, sprawled in a chair in the main room, Danniar had suddenly resembled the child she still, very nearly, was. Besides from occasional moments like this, it was becoming harder and harder for Terragon to remember how young the rat was; how young she was.* *As one might expect, Terragon is dressed in black and a hat. It always disturbed the squirrel that you could buy mourning clothes. Who in Dark Forest would want to make their living like that? Somebeast without a choice, she suggests, before noticing Oakrose, Mayyie and Soilrose beneath the balcony. Now is not the time to wave and smile, Terragon reminds herself gently and she gives the smallest of bows, allowing her eyelids to close sorrowfully over the dark irises of her eyes for a moment.* I'm sorry.
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Feb 17, 2008 23:04:18 GMT
*Oakrose gives a miniscule smile, however innapropriate. Stepping forward, she nods.* Thanks. It's not- *Here her voice cracks a bit, but she just lowers her head and continues.* - I don't think it's nearly as bad as Pinebud or Mumma and Dad. I... guess I'm a little used to it by now. *Or you just don't miss Darron. Damn, how can you be so cold? He died for you, stupid! You know you miss him, you'll miss him so much when the service begins, when you start thinking back, if you ever visit home again, hell, you'll miss him no matter what. Why doesn't it hurt you like it should? Maybe cause you're too busy worrying about Lonas... The squirrel keeps these thoughts to herself and simply stands staring at her pair of black-died wooden shoes.*
One of these days you're gonna love me You'll sit down by yourself and think About the time you turned from me And what good friends we might've been And then you're gonna sigh a little Maybe even cry a little but One of these days you're gonna love me
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Feb 19, 2008 19:08:20 GMT
*Terragon looks away too. She takes a deep, slow breath and turns back to Oakrose, trying to meet the other squirrel's eyes, despite the fact her gaze is fixed upon the ground.* Even so, I'm still here to watch your back and just... be here. *But I didn't see this coming. Maybe it's because Terragon feels as though she's never lost anybeast too close to her that she makes the effort to try and force some kind of emotion, (this emotion being concern). Anybeast "too" close. Ha. You make it sound like... Wonder if Lonas will turn up. Must be almost harder for him than it is for Oakrose. Y'wouldn't wish anything like this on a guy like Lonas. Shame. Another emotion. Regret. She gives a weak smile.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Feb 19, 2008 22:07:51 GMT
Lonas hadn't come into the yard yet..he was hanging about outside, leaning on a tree. The golden squirrel wasn't entirely sure why he was here. He'd explained it to Regen before, sure, but...
"Why in Mossflow'r are ye goin'? Y'know it won't do any good." Regen spread his paws in a helpless gesture. "Well, I feel a bit respons'ble. After all, 's my fault the beggar killed 'imself, really." Lonas shrugged. Regen seemed astounded. "Your fault? It ain't yer fault at all!...come on, Raymond. If anybeast is t' blame, it's Oakrose..she bein' the one wot drove th' guy t' dagger. Y' were a pawn, an' ye know it." Lonas shook his head and shrugged into a cloak. "..still. I ought' go anyway.."
He hadn't, of course, told Regen that he was going mostly to see Oakrose. This was partially because the other squirrel obviously needed a good talking-to..even he could see that it was mainly her fault Darron had stabbed himself. Lonas still hadn't decided whether to go or not. He could see Terragon out, and also Oakrose - of course. But since he'd come all the way through the cold, he might as well. The squirrel strolled out into the open. He'd dressed quietly for the occasion, and not in his usual black satin, either. Lonas wore a dark tunic and trousers, and hadn't bothered to wear his turban. In fact, except for being older and less broad in the shoulders, he looked much like Regen. "Terri..Oakrose." Lonas smiled slightly at each of them, but didn't offer his usual jubliant greeting.
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Feb 19, 2008 23:55:25 GMT
*Oakrose nods at her friend, then looks up as she hears someone approaching. Seeing it was Lonas, she looks back down sharply, whereas normally she would've looked at his ears, never having seen them before.* Hello. *She turns without lifting her head and stands next to her cousin. Soilrose's eyes flit from one to the other, and after a moment of indecisiveness waves at the golden squirrel.* Gurt mornin', zurr Lonaser. *Mayyie smiles slightly, reflecting on the mole's words. Hmph. Good morning my footpaws! Well, I guess she was just wishing the poor guy a good day.... he's gonna need it if he talks to Oakie more than that.*
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Post by Lettuceleaf on Feb 24, 2008 2:21:40 GMT
**Lettucekeaf stood in the background, trying as hard as he could to avoid being seen. He had not known the beast whom had died, and was only present at the funeral out of respect. He wore a moth-eaten and half-unraveling dress cloak, entirely black, complete with a hood. His eyes, normally bright and cheerful, were narrowed in sorrow and a hint of compassion. The hare was never good with miserable events like these; he preferred cheerful festivities. One hand on the cold steel of his rapier hilt, naked and drawn as a ceremonial weapon, Lettuceleaf tried to make himself as small and unnoticeable as possible. Words and contact usually ended up awkward, and Lettuceleaf didn't want to end up looking like a foolish jester in the midst of a funeral.**
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