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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Sept 23, 2007 9:21:29 GMT
*The dull, drizzling rain of the last fortnight has finally cleared, leaving the darkening evening cold but dry. The ground nearly completely dry already, the bonfire has been lit by Ashnel and a few others. Terragon arrives late, carrying a blanket and two cushions in one arm and clad in a brown tunic, dark green trousers and cloak, to find the fire-lighters already sitting upon logs, rocks, cushions and blankets, allowing the fire to bring life back into their paws.* Danniar decided to stay at home, *Terragon mutters from the corner of her mouth as she sits next to Ashnel on one of the logs, noticing at once the fiddle and reed pipe at the other squirrel's footpaws.* She'd nearly fallen asleep on the rest of the cushions as I left, so I only brought these. *Ashnel shruggs as he takes one of the cushions, leaving the other for Terragon.* Fair enough... *He answers, making little attempt to speak in hushed tones.* I doubt there's any lasting damage for her though? Just the shock. That's why I didn't try and make her come with us, *Terragon agrees, before continuing at the normal volume of a party-goer, (a little loud than normal, accompanied by a fixed smile).* But as there's no need to worry too much, how about we just enjoy the party? I notice you brought the fiddle with you. *Ashnel grins as the red squirrel nods at the instrument.* And the reed pipe, *He murmurs, handing the pipe to her.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Sept 23, 2007 11:29:03 GMT
*Three creatures come wandering up through the trees. The first to appear is Regen, wrapped in a thick cloak and looking quite miserable in the cold. He carries his guitarra in a wood-and-cloth case in one paw.* *Hey, Ashnel, Terri. Nice weather?
*The other two beasts have paused, and, after a moment, then come into the light. One, obviously, is Lonas, dressed in bright colors. He too is wrapped in a cloak, which looks to be velvet.* *The second is a thin weasel, brown fur falling out to be replaced in patches with silver-gray for winter. He sports a long, half-healed scar down his face, over his left eye - which looks to be blind - and down to his mouth on the other side. It's Rippla, wearing a sleeved tunic and long pants, but no cloak.* *Lonas grins at Terragon and Ashnel. *Hey! I assume ye all remember Rippla?...
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Sept 23, 2007 18:41:24 GMT
*A small, entergetic blur cartwheels into the camp, ending in a jumble at Rippla's footpaws. Looking up, Clearbrook stares in horror at the nightmarish face. In a high, wavering voice, she screeches to the woodlands behind her.* CLEARSTWEEM! DERE'S A ULGWY MONSTWA IN FWONTA ME! AAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHH! *A rather embarrased Clearstream rushes out of the woods, her long, navy cloak flowing out behind her. As she bends down to pick up her purple-clad sister, she murmurs in Clearbrook's ear.* Behave! Now I want ya to say sorry to this er, this.... nice young mate, ok? *Leaning back up, she smiles widly at Rippla.* 'Ello mate! I'm real sorry 'bout my liddle sister, she don't know better. You're sorry too, ain't ya Brookie? Brookie! *Clearbrook is staring at the ground while she speaks.* I bees.... I bees vewwy sowwy.
*Soilrose arrived with Clearstream, but instead of worrying about Clearbrook, she walked over to Terragon. Chuckling, she reveals a basket from under her worn dark green habit.* Oi brooght summ food, just a Woodlarnd Trooifle an' summ fresh rools. An' summ fresh Elderflower Whoin, we carn warm et over the foire. Oi wunder when Miz Oakroser iz gonna get 'ere, she's visitin' Pineybudder's graver. Still mournin', thart oone iz. *The plump, motherly mole shakes her head sadly.*
*Oakrose was laying on the damp, still fresh mound in her backyard. Salty tears fell in a river down onto the soil. She finally got up, dried her eyes, and brushed off her dress.* Hmm, won't clean off very well. Too wet, the mud is. I'll have to wear a cloak. *After going through a box marked 'Cloaks', she pulled a black one from the bottom. She threw it over her thin shoulders, she couldn't help but to notice that it was loose. When she buttoned it up, it was too big. You're letting Pinebud's death and Roughbark's leaving so soon with the babes get to you. You need to eat more, and have Soilrose plumpen you up. Hmm, wouldn't mind that. *She rushed to the party, stopping at the fringe of the woodlands. She straightened her cloak, smoothed her earfur, slid her black jet and silver pawring back, adjusted the matching tailring and set out by the bonfire.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Sept 24, 2007 0:30:20 GMT
*Rippla looks down at Clearbrook as the small otter lands by his feet, and sneers slightly. The other otter doesn't get much more of a reaction from him, except that perhaps he looks a little more haughty than before.* *The weasel glances arrogantly at the young otter as she apologizes, and replies in a rather raspy voice, with a slight northern accent, *Ye shou'd be.
*Lonas winces at his charge's manners, but gives Clearstream an apologetic look. *Please, please don't take offence.... *Regen, too, glances over at the weasel, before shooting Lonas a warning look. He smiles politely at Soilrose, and wanders over to Ashnel.* *How's Danniar?
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Post by Silas on Sept 24, 2007 1:42:23 GMT
*As the party-goers went about their conversations, a white-furred squirrel approaches out of the evening shade, wearing one of her darker dresses, over that a sort of jacket to ward off the cold that seemed to hang about everything outside. Timidly, she comes into view, not taking the trouble to announce herself just yet for some reason. Apart from the little groups holding their conversations, the white squirrel steadily approached the fire, as if she were a moth drawn to a lantern's glow. It was cold out, that was for sure...*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Sept 24, 2007 10:50:52 GMT
*Regen and Lonas glance over as Keia appears, eyes drawn to the white squirrel in the semi-dark. Regen nods and smiles vaguely to the squirrel. Lonas smiles also, but more enthusiastically.* *Rippla looks over Lonas' head at Keia. His eyes narrow perceptibly. Clearly, he is displeased to see yet another squirrel in the group.*
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Post by Baraka on Sept 24, 2007 12:30:31 GMT
*Baraka and Paddy enter the group, each dressed in a long hooded cloak. Baraka waves at Rippla, perhaps a little too nonchalantly.* I wonder who this clown is. *He whispers to Paddy.* Probably some destitute moocher searat.
*Paddy raises his hands to the sky, then thinking better of it, shakes them off and pulls them back underneath his cloak.* We are all great creatures in the eyes of God!
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Post by Silas on Sept 24, 2007 22:32:14 GMT
*Keia notices Regen and Lonas greeting her from afar, and waves back, a thin smile showing on her own face. But when she turns away, the squirrel could just feel the disapproving stare Rippla was giving her. She hasn't even seen him up until now... So what was his deal? Though he looked like the 'unsavoury' type, which had reason behind his stare, Keia couldn't help but feel nervous around the creature. Instead she looks away and heads towards the fire-ring and the beasts gathered there.*
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Sept 25, 2007 0:55:29 GMT
*Clearbrook wimpers at the voice and sniffles. She sulks over to Soilrose, hoping to get a roll to toast over the edges of the fire. Her sister approaches Keia. She waves cheerily to the white squirrel.* 'Ello! D'ya like the autumn? Too sad fer me, all the trees dyin', an the animals leavin'. *Looking around solomnly, she lowers her voice.* It's 'specially sad fer Oakrose cause 'er sissa came an' died a week or so ago. Early childbirth. Lost too much blood, but the babes were okey. She's takin' it real 'ard, lost a lot o weight. Wasn't real chunky before neither, now she weighs bout as much as Brookie. *She stares into the depths of the fire as the mentioned squirrelmaiden approaches.*
*Soilrose noticed the begging otterbabe and hands her a roll. Chuckling as the Dibbun skips away to find a good roasting stick, she turns to Terragon.* Do yoo need me ta roost 'ee rollers? Oi'm shurr Zurr Azhnel wooden't moind 'elpin.
*Oakrose walks pridefully over to Clearstream and Keia. She couldn't help but to notice the ragged weasel that Clearbrook had rolled into. Nodding towards him, she asked the other two maidens a question.* Who's the horror? I don't recognise him.... hmm.... I think I'll go flirt with Lonas and find out. He's sooo cute, don't you think? *She giggles, then approaches Lonas. The flirty seer had decided to target Lonas, her second pick, since Ashnel was very...private with his emotions. Sliding up to him, she rubs her tail around his back.* Hey-o there, you! Don't you just love autumn? *Lowering her voice, she looks curious.* Who's that creature?
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Sept 25, 2007 11:46:29 GMT
*Lonas decides to withhold comment on the season, and glances over at the scarred weasel. *That's Rippla. He's, um...not real friendly. Got a whip in th' face, that's why... *He runs a finger down his face, tracing where the weasel's scar is.* *Rippla glances sideways at Oakrose, then strolls over to lean against a tree, observing the other creatures in the area with an arrogant gaze. Lonas sighs.* *I'm in charge o' him.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Sept 25, 2007 19:12:13 GMT
Danniar? *Ashnel repeats and turns to Terragon as though he hasn't spent most of the last week worrying at the barmaid's side.* Oh...She's fine, thank-y', Reg- *She half-hears Soilrose's question and shooting Regen an apologetic, but distracted look, moves in her seat to face the mole.* Oh, no thanks, Soilrose. But Ashnel-? *The darker squirrel flicks his head 'round at the mention of his name.* Soilrose needs some help here, a'right?
*At this moment, the leaderess notices Oakrose and with two more expressions of regret to Regen again and to Ashnel and Soilrose, she makes her way over, realising only when she reaches Oakrose, Lonas and Rippla that she hasn't thought what she will say. In an act of cowardice, Terragon opts for greeting Lonas and Rippla first.* Ev'ning, Lonas. And... *As she holds out a paw to inform the weasel that they haven't been introduced, she recognises him.* And I believe we haven't- Terragon Canopy. A pleasure to meet you...? *Terragon trails off, not being able to remember for the life of her what the other's name is.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Sept 25, 2007 21:41:45 GMT
*Rippla studies Terragon's paw for a moment, then reluctantly reaches out and shakes gingerly.* *Rippla Forlinost. *He recognizes this squirrel, and, although he doesn't recall her name, he does remember her reluctance to allow Balder to pull his teeth.* Merits a little recognition.
*Lonas nods back to Terragon, somewhat distracted by Oakrose. Regen, in the background, smirks at his older brother's back.*
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Post by Silas on Sept 26, 2007 0:56:23 GMT
*Keia manages to smile and nod a bit at Oakrose, almost not believing that her sister had died a week earlier. But, she saw the notice at the Whispering Willow tavern, regretfully. Of course Keia never went to the funeral... it all seemed so sad to her, though she hardly knew Oakrose, let alone her sister. Death was horrible, especially when one was young.
She herself had become a healer because of that view, and the hope that she could maybe change that drove her on. But, like all the other medics in that accursed, bloody war, she failed miserably in knee-deep snow, with nothing but cloth and a few herbs to work with. But after a moment Keia shakes herself of that rememberance, and tries her best to enjoy the evening, folding her arms tight across her chest as a cold wind blew about, making the fire flicker a bit. In the midst of all this, in the quiet that seemed to hang about the area, Keia wondered when Silas would be back. It wasn't like she wanted more of a... a relationship with him...
Right?
*To this point she was indecisive upon the matter. She sighed and edged towards the fire, wrapped up in her own thoughts, more shy than in days past.*
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Post by Baraka on Sept 26, 2007 13:43:53 GMT
*Baraka shrugs and sits down an a wet log. He picks up a long stick and puts the end into the fire, watching it spark and burn.*
*Paddy takes a small bottle from his pocket and takes a drink, sighing contentedly.*
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Sept 26, 2007 21:52:42 GMT
*Oakrose nods, then waves to Lonas. After turning and walking, swishing her tail back and forth hypnotically, she reaches Paddy and Baraka.* Hello! Paddy, thankee much for doing the service last week. I, er, hadn't thought about that part. *She grins sadly, watching the flickering flames.* OOC: Paddy, let's just pretend it happened.
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