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Post by Engel on Jul 3, 2007 2:00:30 GMT
*Balder frowns at the two squirrels, and with a quick, murmured 'excuse me' slips past them through the door, going to the infirmary stores and finding a crutch that looks like it will fit Ashnel.* I'm sorry, *He apologizes as he emerges from the ward again, tone genuine, offering the simple forked and padded crutch to the squirrel.* I should have gotten this to you by now.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Jul 3, 2007 18:31:12 GMT
*Ashnel gives a quick reply of thanks to Balder, as does Terragon as the other stops leaning his full weight on her.* Thought y'd never say, *She laughs, but stops a little suddenly.* Yes, sorry 'bout earlier. We didn't really get to talk, as such. *About anything other than murder and mistrust.* *Ashnel, who's mood has improved now his mobility has, shakes his head with a smile.* Plenty of time f' that later. They wanted us t' go with them t' the Dinner Hall, Terri, and it was a good idea. *And he begins to move off, one footpaw replaced by the wood of the crutch.* We should probably make sure he doesn't hurt himself...
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Post by Engel on Jul 4, 2007 16:14:11 GMT
*Balder nods tactfully in response to Terragon's question, following Ashnel beside her.* He has a point. There's plenty of time to speak over dinner. I might even bring up a bit of business -- though I'll try to keep it brief, good gods willing.
*He pases, then gives a flickering half-smile, remembering her first statement.* No need to apologize, though. To be honest, I wish every beast I met after a battle was so pleasant.
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Jul 4, 2007 18:12:17 GMT
*Regen follows the group, looking around at the hall with interest.* Th' Badger Mountain, huh? Well, I always knew I'd be goin' t' strange places, but never here...
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Post by Engel on Jul 9, 2007 20:35:48 GMT
So. Miss Canopy, *Balder broaches en-route to the dining hall, conversing with Terragon even as he keeps a close eye on Ashnel.* I've gathered beasts defer to you, but what exactly is your position in . . . *He trails off, trying to remember if anybeast's mentioned the name of where it is the squirrels come from and failing.* I'm sorry. What is your home called, again?
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Jul 11, 2007 17:08:43 GMT
Terralux, *Terragon prompts quickly.* And... what position am I there? *She repeats, stalling a little. We'll all be gone from Salamandastron soon, and he'll never find out if you, well... adjust the truth. It might be awkward if he finds you're the leaderess after what happened earlier.* I - I help out in the village Forge - family trade, y'see - and, I... er... dabble in fletchery. *Partly true, she tells herself by way of excuse. But then a twinge of guilt crosses Terragon's mind and she tells Balder, very quietly:* And I s'ppose y' could say I was leaderess at Terralux too if y' wanted.
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Post by Engel on Jul 11, 2007 23:11:03 GMT
*Balder gives a brief hum, nodding, careful to not react too strongly as he senses how discreet she's trying to be (by her quietness, if nothing else -- he's certain he wouldn't have the first idea what she just said if he wasn't watching her lips).* Well then. Regen led me to believe that there isn't a healer in residence at Terralux, and -- *He glances aside briefly, something in his upright, straightforward bearing resisting the amount of bending that making the request takes.*
. . . I'd like to offer my services, if you'll take them, *He finishes, tail lashing uneasily once or twice.* I've been looking for more settled work. I'm not the greatest of healers, but my master was good, and I can take care of myself in a fight if need be.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Jul 17, 2007 20:25:20 GMT
OOC: Oops! So sorry, this thread completely slipped my mind. My fault, not Silas' at all.
BIC: *Terragon looks at Balder carefully for a moment, then nods decisively.* Of course. Regen's right, we've not had a healer since... well... a long while - *Best not to say why our healer left. One bad first impression's enough, Terri.* - and you're welcome by all means, as soon as you like. Do you... live far from here? *She doesn't mean to stress the word "live," but it seems very much to Terragon that the fox is a wanderer, or a mercenary, or something of the sort that she cannot place.*
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Post by Engel on Jul 17, 2007 20:30:33 GMT
*He cocks an ear in her direction, then gives a sardonic little half-smile, looking ahead.* I lived in a few places that were far from here. But that was awhile ago. These days, I live wherever there's work and room for my tent. *He rubs at his right paw, finding it still sore from all the stitching. It's been awhile since he had the luxury of being that careful with his sutures. As he goes on, he looks at Terragon, evidently attempting to crack something like a joke.* Which is one of the reasons I ask. I'm a little tired of living like a vulture.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Jul 17, 2007 20:37:51 GMT
*Terragon smiles a bit.* Fair enough. That's partly how Terralux was re-founded, you know. My cousin - second, adopted cousin - *She indicates Ashnel up ahead.* - Cut his footpaw open by mistake on some rocks, while we were exploring some ruins near Terralux. He promptly went and sat down and told me he wasn't moving. We should've had a healer with us, I suppose. *Terragon sees Ashnel - footpaw injured once again - reach the doors of the Dining Hall.* We should probably catch up with him, in case he decides to take all the ale, or lock those doors b'hind him.
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Post by Engel on Jul 17, 2007 20:42:12 GMT
*Balder actually laughs, if lowly and a little briefly, and the sound is pleasant for all the hesitance with which it's given.* Has he considered boots? *He asks half-teasingly, quickening his steps and lengthening his stride at Terragon's urging.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Jul 18, 2007 14:39:11 GMT
Only mercenary-type things that I wouldn't be seen near him if he was wearing, *Terragon answers.* P'rhaps I should suggest he invests in a different pair. *But, before the squirrel can continue her opinions on footwear, the door of the Dining Hall looms, smells of the meal within wafting out.* After you.
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Post by Engel on Jul 18, 2007 17:03:26 GMT
*Balder reaches the door and holds it open for Regen and Terragon, as he does so surveying the dining hall. It's not as high-ceiling as he expects something called a hall to be, but it is vast, being expected to feed the hare army of Salamandastron and any of their many allies who may have joined them.*
Could you chase down Ashnel and pin him to a table? *He dryly asks Regen and Terragon as they pass by, mind flitting to the fresh wound on the squirrel's paw. Even with crutch, he doesn't want the paw swinging about too much -- it'll be a small disaster if the clots some loose.* And try to get him to put that paw back up. I'll get us plates and cups.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Aug 7, 2007 7:56:09 GMT
*Terragon does so and can be seen, paws gesturing an explaination to the other squirrel as to why he has to sit down.*
OOC: Apologies for the short post. I intend to finish it momentarily.
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