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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Dec 28, 2007 16:36:43 GMT
*Terragon hurries across the clearing, the ice making her footpaws feel numb and distant. She reaches Shearwater Cottage and knocks loudly but politely, before turning her back on the door and stamping the ice from her boots away from the door.*
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Post by Cuoha, Matt & Terry on Dec 28, 2007 16:46:24 GMT
BANG!! BANG!!
Mmmf!! *Cuoha tried to tell the visitor that she was coming, but the blanket that was covering her mouth strangled the sentence before it had even begun. This was Matt's idea of a way to cure her cold - spend all day in bed under a warm blanket. So far, it had been quite good fun; she enjoyed being lazy. However, Terry and Matt had gone to gather firewood, and she was alone in the house. Not one to keep innocent beasts waiting, she tottered over to the door, her blanket gathered around her shoulders almost like a cloak. Hurling the door open, shivering as the morning chill rushed in, Cuoha was greeted by the sight of Terri's back. She had rather been expecting her face, for obvious reasons, and was quite taken aback by the unusual perspective.* Um... Terri?
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Dec 28, 2007 17:12:57 GMT
Sorry! *Terragon wheels around with a grin.* Didn't particularly want to bring mud and ice into the new cottage. How're you doing, by the way? Moved everything in from the Tavern? *She's talking quickly and suddenly stops and double takes, noting the blanket around Cuoha's shoulders.* You alright?
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Post by Cuoha, Matt & Terry on Dec 28, 2007 17:42:13 GMT
*Cuoha has to force herself not to roll her eyes - that particular phrase, 'are you alright?', has been all that anybeast has said to her for the past two days. However, she realises that it is all in good faith, and shrugs the question off.* Oh, yeah, I'm fine, jus' one o' these blasted colds. It's gettin' better, though - almost gone. MAtt insisted I stayed a' home today though. *Now, she really does roll her eyes. As much as she is fond of her little vole companion, she feels he does sometimes go slightly over the top with his health remedies and suchlike.* 'E's gone out gatherin' firewood with Terry, so I'm 'ere on me own. *Remembering her friend's original question, she reverts back to that. She does not enjoy discussing her ailments, as she finds such conversation leads her to wallowing in self-pity.* Yeah, we've moved ev'rythin' in. Nice place, ain't it? Big enough for when Terry's idiot brother comes to stay, too. *She smiles, befoer realising there is something very important which she has forgotten to do. Blaming her forgetfulness on her cold, she quickly rectifies the situation.* Oh, I'm sorry, d'yeh wanna come in a minute? I'd forgotten yeh were freezin' yer tail off out there!
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Dec 28, 2007 18:09:34 GMT
Are you sure? *Terragon asks with a slight frown.* Matt's right... you should probably be resting, though I'm sure it's nothing too deadly. *She glances over her shoulder. It is cold, and the warmth flooding from the open door is fairly appealing.* How about I come in and make you a cup of tea or something, Cuoha? Then I won't feel like I'm bothering you.
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Post by Cuoha, Matt & Terry on Dec 29, 2007 20:00:58 GMT
*Cuoha feels slightly guilty as Terri makes her offer - she feels almost as though she is being mollycoddled, taking advantage of the fact that she is ill, and after all, she doesn't really feel that unwell.... a cup of tea would be lovely, though... However, she still feels as though to accept would be taking advantage of her friend, for she is of the opinion that if she really wanted to, she could make a cup of tea herself. She did volunteer, though... In the end, it is the realisation that Terragon would probably go away, or at least try to, if she refuses her offer, that prompts her to invite her in, for she could do with some company. She is still not too happy about the situation, though, and does her best to sound reluctant, to ensure that Terri realises she is not using her as a servant.* Oh... um, alright, then. Matt got a fire burnin' b'fore he went out this mornin'. 'S over there. *She gestures with a vague paw movement towards an alcove in the east wall of the cottage.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Dec 30, 2007 10:32:47 GMT
Brilliant, *Terragon replies cheerfully, before pausing.* Well, not brilliant; you're ill, but... oh, you know what I mean, *She finishes, exasperated. She wanders over to the fire, still babbling away about nothing in particular.* Tea. Very Mossflorian. The second anything goes wrong: "Cup of tea, anybeast?" Only in Mossflower though... *Terragon trails off and glances back at Cuoha with a sheepish grin.* Sorry.
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Post by Cuoha, Matt & Terry on Dec 30, 2007 19:27:00 GMT
*As Terragon enters Shearwater Cottage, Cuoha closes the door quietly so as not to disrupt her friend's ramblings in any way. She also resists the urge to giggle, feeling that that might not be the most courteous thing to do, even if Terri is babbling on incessantly abou nothing in particular. However, the moment the squirrel puts on her sheepish grin, Cuoha has to clamp her paw across her mouth to avoid spraying spittle across the room as she she sniggers and chuckles uncontrollably; Terri looks so genuinely embarrassed and almost guilty that she has to laugh. The situation's humour is enhanced by the fact that Cuoha knows she does this all the time herself. The squirrel maid attempts to stifle her amused guffaws, and removes her paw from her mouth, smirking.* Sorry, Terri... *She apologises, but a moment later she has lapsed into fits of sillent giggles again. She sinks down onto her armchair, shaking her head in amusement.* ... but you, heehee, were, teehee, qu-quite funny, y'know...
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Dec 30, 2007 22:41:31 GMT
*The squirrel's ears twitch comically as she grins, almost eccentrically.* Of course, *Comes Terragon's answer. She glances back at the iron metal kettle, now placed over the fire, (OOC: Didn't say that in last post, but just assume, I suppose. ). Her change of subject is sudden and Terragon continues with barely a pause.* Where d'you keep the tea? Cupboard? *She gestures vaguely behind at the cupboard in question. Skeleton in cupboard, she tells herself silently, joking.*
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Post by Cuoha, Matt & Terry on Dec 31, 2007 17:24:05 GMT
Tea? Um, yeah, try tha' cupboard... *Cuoha is aware that she does not sound awfully convinced of the tea's location, but it is normally Matt who makes the tea, so she doesn't want to sound absolutely sure, and then look even more of an idiot when it's not there. She is fairly confident that it should be in the cupboard, though - she has no other ideas.* So... you doin' anythin' special today? *She makes a useless attempt at creating conversation; she personally thinks she sounds like a total plonker, but she feels it is better than an awkward silence.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Dec 31, 2007 20:35:50 GMT
Oh, yeah... *Terragon grimaces slightly as she looks in the cupboard for the tea.* It's New Year's Eve, isn't it. Uh, *She makes a quiet noise of mock disgust as she considers this. The tea is taken from the cupboard and a pawful unceremoniously thrown into a tea pot. Terragon nows leans against the table, still thinking with a slight frown at the wall opposite.* T'be honest, I hadn't really thought about it, what with Ashnel leaving. Seems a shame not to bother after all the preparations, though.
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Post by Cuoha, Matt & Terry on Jan 1, 2008 12:17:01 GMT
*Cuoha feels slightly guilty for asking, since she had forgotten about Ashnel's departure, and it appears to be a sensitive subject.* I dunno... *She says, trying to make up for any awkwardness caused.* I never really saw why we 'ad ta celebrate anyways, why it's any diff'rent ta any other day o' the year. Bu' I s'pose it's all good fun. An' yer right, i' wud be a shame ta le' all the preparations go ta waste. I ain' shure wo' I'm gonna do, wot with this cold an' all. I guess I'll try an' go to some party or another.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Jan 1, 2008 17:39:24 GMT
Oh, *Terragon waves another vague paw about.* I suppose I'd go down to the Village Hall if Danniar and y'self were going. And Matt and Terry. *It occurs to Terragon that she has barely made an effort to get to know the latter two and adds this to a mental list of resolutions. 1. Find Ashnel; 2. Kick Tuscaro out of Terralux; 3. Work out where Heather Hall is on a map; 4...* The tea should be ready in a moment, *She adds.*
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Post by Cuoha, Matt & Terry on Jan 1, 2008 20:50:27 GMT
*Cuoha had previously been undecided as to whether to attend the festivities - and she has a feeling Matt would have told her not to go, as it would not help her cold - but now it seems that Terri is making her decision based on her actions, she decides that it should be good fun, and she may as well go, to keep her friends company as much as anything else.* Yeah, Matt an' Terry shud be goin'. You shud come, really, i' wouldn' be th' same without yeh. *She smiles, before grabbing a handkerchief from a nearby shelf and blowing her nose heartily.* Oooof! That's better! *She grins ruefully.* I think tha' tea'll do me th' power o' good.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Jan 2, 2008 10:42:35 GMT
*Terragon nods and checks to see if the water is boiling yet. Not yet.* It should be ready soon... soon-ish, *She calls to Cuoha.* It'd be good to go to the New Year party, I think. Haven't a clue what to wear though. Nothing too formal. *And off the squirrel goes, babbling away.*
OOC: Boiling a kettle over a wood fire takes, like, ages. Though I suppose "a watched kettle never boils."
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