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Post by redwllwrrior on Jun 24, 2006 6:35:51 GMT
*Orion barely hears Bushytail and tenses for a moment, but then breathes a sigh of relief.* I think she said nothing alchoholic. That makes it a bit easier. *After searching for several minutes, he finally finds the drink table. He stares at the varied selection, frowning.* So many choices. Let's see, what was the last thing I saw her drink? Ah yes! Hot mint tea! *Orion brightens up and scans the table for hot mint tea, but slumps when he sees none.* Ok, what else? Maybe she'll like iced mint tea. *He hesitates before pouring two glasses of tea. Smiling slightly, Orion turns around and sees Bark.* Hm, haven't seem him before. *He shrugs and walks back to Bushy.* Er, I got you some iced mint tea. I hope that's, er, ok. *Orion hands a glass to Bushytail and sits back down nervously.
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Post by Robin Redflash on Jun 24, 2006 7:20:49 GMT
*Robin takes a sip of her apple cider and grins she loves this stuff. She sighs and tensees slightly as she sees Geordie and Oakbark together. She wonders how Terragon is. She hopes she's alright. She carefully moves around the room until she is level with Terragon. She whispers to her so no one else can hear them.* Hey Terragon, are you alright? *Her face is crossed with concern and she hopes that she is. She takes another sip of her cider and watches her sister for any signs.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Jun 24, 2006 7:50:11 GMT
*Terragon runs her tongue over her teeth, considering this question. The squirrel winces as she accidently bites herself. She shruggs.* 'Kay. You? *Terragon deflects the question in a less than subtle word.*
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Post by Sandegar, Oakbark & Fallowrain on Jun 24, 2006 8:00:23 GMT
*Oakbark takes Geordie's proferred paw, shaking it vigorously. He grins at the Highland squirrel, not noticing Terragon or Robin together.*
You're a Highlander? It's 'ice to meet you, y'know? I lived 'ere a while, before I went travelling, you see. Great place, the Highlands, went there, y'see.
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Post by Geordie Brushtail on Jun 24, 2006 8:12:38 GMT
*Geordie grins at Oakbark, thinking, weel, if this is tha lad, then he moight...moight...desarve her...*
Ach, laddie, moight ye hae stopped boi Heather Hall? Me fayther's Laird there, ye ken. Ah e'en hae a samplin' o' his foinest Highland potcheen with me, boi tha bench o'er there.
*Geordie nods in the direction of his bottles and drum, and, in a more serious tone, adds*
Moight ye perhaps be Oakbark? Cause if'n ye are, Ah believe there's a pretty lass waitin' te see ye... *He gestures in the direction of Terragon. May tha best squirrel win, laddie, may tha best squirrel win.*
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Post by Sandegar, Oakbark & Fallowrain on Jun 24, 2006 8:23:16 GMT
*Oakbark shakes his head regretfully when Geordie asks him his first question. He glances over at the bench, but quickly turns his attention back to Geordie, managing to catch his last one and a half sentences. He looks over in the direction Geordie pointed out and inhales sharply. He slowly turns back to Geordie and murmurs what might have been a thank you or an apology. He turns back toward Terragon and very slowly walks over. The sweat, which so suddenly broke out, is sticky on his fur. He stops a few paces away from Terragon. He takes a deep breath.*
Er... um... Terragon, well, I'm really sorry for going "away"... without any notice. May I... *Oakbark gulps and takes another deep breath.* .... beg your forgiveness?
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Post by Robin Redflash on Jun 24, 2006 9:01:01 GMT
*Robin has tactfully chosen the moment she saw Oakbark approach to hastily excuse herself. She more quickly than needed goes away towards the other side of the wall. She sips her cider and grins. She hopes Terragon will be alright. She knows in her heart that Terragon will get it right. She always seems to do so anyway. She nearly laughs but thinks that this is not really the right time. Her thoughts turn once again to the squirrel she asked and she sighs. He won't show and she knows it. Oh well might aswell try and enjoy the evening. She hopes that a miracle may happen and she won't have to dance with Arve. Oh she really hopes that.*
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Post by kyth on Jun 24, 2006 11:53:06 GMT
*Kyth quietly saunters in hoping he isn't late, because he reasoned that if he was late, the Highland Concert would've already began. He puts on a surprised face when he sees he was late, but the Highland Concert had not began. He started to think, this is mighty strange, isn't it? Oh well I'll have to live with it...* He then walks over to Geordie, asking him.* It's strange. The highland concert hasn't begun!*He says in a rather startled voice. Then he looks at the clock.
OOC: I really am wondering when the Highland Concert will start.
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Post by Ayeny Alashia on Jun 24, 2006 14:22:15 GMT
*Ayeny, intrigued, watches Oakbark- all Terragon's said 'bout him, and I've never met him... he's darker-furred than I expected, she thinks distractedly, walking approximately towards them, though not too close.*
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Bushytail
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Its so cute though it looks nothing like my charecter
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Post by Bushytail on Jun 24, 2006 15:54:16 GMT
**Bushytail graciously and gratefully receives the glass.**Thank you, Orion I love iced mint tea.**She slowly sips the iced mint tea to calm herself down because she was extremely nervous.Parties had never been her thing.Once again her free paw strayed to her sling which she began toying with again but only for a moment.**
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Jun 24, 2006 17:43:58 GMT
OOC: Bushytail - Be careful with the role-play. Always present tense! Kyth - Soon. I'll tell you through PM. BIC: *Terragon watches Robin make a short-notice escape, regretfully. She attempts to catch Ashnel's eye. Formerly, the dark squirrel had been gazing at the two red squirrels, Ayeny forgotten - But at the moment Terragon looks up, he turns away. Looks like we're going this alone. Her mind snickers. You live to cause trouble, brain. Another part of her head chides.* To the Highlands. *The squirrel answers.* I know. *She softens her tone slightly, but only to mutter.* I... I... *This tone trails off.*
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Post by Sandegar, Oakbark & Fallowrain on Jun 24, 2006 18:42:12 GMT
*Oakbark holds his breath, feeling the sweat drenching his fur slowly but steadily. His heart is pounding in his chest, and he is unable to break the silence between them. He tries to move, or at least say something, but he finds himself paralysed. Unsure of what he is doing, he opens his mouth, only to close it again. He watches Terragon with confusion in his eyes, sweat trickling down his neck. He silently curses himself for sweating so much, biting his lip, trying to think of something to say, but finding his mind blank. Finally, he draws up the courage to think and say something. He attempts to take a deep breath, but nearly chokes. On his second try, he manages to inhale deeply, though raggedly.*
I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. Please forgive me.
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Post by Geordie Brushtail on Jun 24, 2006 18:48:24 GMT
*Geordie stands a way off, watching the two squirrels, his own heart beating nervously, the sweat creeping down his neck...What decision will ye make, lass? Ah willnae stand in tha way o' it, but hurry an' make oop yore moind! Tha sespense is killin' me, an' Ah think it's killin' him, te...*
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Post by Robin Redflash on Jun 24, 2006 19:02:55 GMT
*Robin sees Terragon and knows why she is taking her time. Part of her can't decide but another part like making them wait and see which one sweats it out first, at least that is what she would expect of her sister. She grins to herself thinking how well she knows Terragon after all this time. She considers going over to Geordie to tell him to stop being so tense, it is affecting her. She is getting nervous now too. She takes one last long look around the room, hoping to see the face she invited to be here.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Jun 24, 2006 19:18:43 GMT
*Terragon fangs are set against her lower lip, as she breathes heavily - The air whistling between her teeth; perhaps in annoyance, suspense, or even, possibly, uncertainity (sp?). The midnight-blue garbed squirrel dismisses this last emotion maybe a little too hastily. She nods, a quick movement - Over within the second. No comment. I like the way you're handling this. A sarcastic voice intones, to waves of self-threats.*
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