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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Feb 28, 2007 19:43:04 GMT
*Regale closes the front door behind him and the others and take a look at the newcomer.* Regale Swiftpaw Canopy. *He nods, and doesn't hold out his paw, because, as Terragon and Robin observed earlier, it has been injured. The forge, Terragon reminds herself, then remembers Stoakly saying he was a blacksmith too.* Reg' works in the forge here at Noonvale. *She tells the ferret.* Him and some extended family live here, you see. *The red squirrel pauses, and turns to her brother, voice lowered.* Talking of which. *The other squirrel raises an eyebrow nonchalantly.* Yes? I was wondering whether I should be putting my middle name as Canopy or Lucabell. *Terragon whispers, so only Reg can hear her. Her voice doesn't sound questioning and her brother pauses.* What?! Gan tells you everything now... what d'you know that I don't? I was looking through some papers a little while before we set off for Noonvale. There's no record of me. I didn't have time to see if Robin was mentioned. *Regale smiles, and breathes a sigh of relief.* Don't scare me like that, Terri. None of the Canopy family papers have been properly updated since the fire. Alright? Have you told Robin? *Terragon bites her lip.* I... briefly mentioned it. *She lies, recalling the argument she'd had with Robin before they both set off to look for Regale. The other sees through the lie and grins, then looks to the others.* Sorry... shall we continue? *And without waiting for a response, Regale strides off towards another tottering, dangerous-looking cottage ahead.*
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Post by Stoakly Centurio on Feb 28, 2007 20:10:42 GMT
*He nods, and turns to the others. He hears someone mutter forge and blacksmith, and steps to attention.* I'll gladly help with any of that stuff you need done.
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Post by Robin Redflash on Feb 28, 2007 20:12:14 GMT
*Robin hangs back a while and waits for her brother to start off then. Then she looks over to Terragon after all the whispering had finished. She sidles up to her ondering what on earth could have put her sister so out of sorts.* Hey Terragon what was that all about? *Robin hisses hoping that she hasn't been arguing with Regale at all or knokws something seh isn't telling.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Feb 28, 2007 20:56:55 GMT
Nothing. *Terragon answers in an undertone.* Y'know what I said a few days ago, before we went to Loamhedge, about me not being related? Not true. I - I made a mistake. *She gives a low nod, as though bowing, or apologising or something.*
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Post by Robin Redflash on Feb 28, 2007 21:03:30 GMT
I know, I'd have never believed that you weren't related to me anyway Terragon. It's just not possible after all we've been through together anyway it just feels like you are you know. *She grins back at her sister hoping it puts the other at ease, though seh can't help but feel that something has been lifted off her chest.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Mar 1, 2007 19:33:51 GMT
*Terragon shruggs, and, with a mock-sly grin, insists.* I was joking the whole time, y'know. *Up ahead, Regale smirks.* You fell for it completely, Robin.
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Post by Robin Redflash on Mar 3, 2007 16:00:18 GMT
*Robin grins at her sister.* Yeah I know. *She adds quietly while walking on. She doesn't catch Regale's smirk but she knows that something he said must've changed Terraogn's mid after all she is stupid, most of the time at least.* So Regale when are we going to get there? *She waits kiccking up the dust with her feet.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Mar 3, 2007 18:41:58 GMT
*Regale nods at the cottage ahead.* Fine, have it your way, Robin. Last one to hurry up and reach the front door has to knock; and trust me, Iris does not take kindly to being disturbed.
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Post by Robin Redflash on Mar 3, 2007 22:12:01 GMT
*Robin grins at her brother.* Thank you Regale finally. Bet you're last! *She yells back to them running immaturely ahead skitting ahead she hopes at any rate. She stops in front to wait for them. She grins wondering what Iris is like and Rosedew she can't conjure an image of them not knowing anything about them. Yet she hopes that will soon change.*
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