Silence, Or As Close As He Can Find

[Terragon Scrufftail]

*Kael waits, spear in paw, up to his knees in the shallows of the lake. The sun glitters on its rippled surface and the otter's breathing is calm and easy despite his keen eyes, trained on the water below. A fish - grey scales shining - swims into within striking distance, but still, Kael waits, spear tightly held, angled a little ahead of his quarrey.*
*The movement is quick and sudden and executed in a stab-like motion. With a small smile of triumph, Kael pulls the spear and speared fish from the water.* I'm sorry, *He tells it.* But 'tis the way of the world and I must eat tonight, my friend. *Half-turning to wade back to the bank, the fisher stops a moment to watch the sun, a warm yellow glow in the grey evening sky as the cold breeze disturbs the dark waters of the lake. Acknowledging it with a tiny nod, Kael makes his way out of the water, hindpaws making blurred, wet footprints on the packed, sandy soil. Glancing down at the ground, he spots a second set of tracks, besides the ones he made on his outbound journey to the lake and looks around interestedly for the other creature. Despite the silence - or as near to silence as he can find in Terralux nowadays - he would not mind company or a new name to learn.*

[Tinsy Stormsight]

Regen strolled along the beach, looking for a spot to sit. He wouldn't normally be going to this extreme, but he couldn't stand being at home...partying again, this time because of Pentecost. (Why the gypsies, of all people, were celebrating Pentecost, he didn't know. Father Patrick had been scandalized for a short time.) The Apothecary was now his office as well as a storeroom, and he definitely couldn't go there. The church was occupied by the evening Mass. And his usual spot in Citadel Clearing had Lonas in it now.
The golden squirrel grinned and laughed to himself. Oakrose had left the siege. Lonas was, heh, pining..or as much as he could while also directing the storage and rationing of Terralux's food and water.
Anyway, here he was walking along the damn beach by the lake. He hadn't been here in a month, since the current fiasco had started. He'd been too busy to continue his fishing hobby, and the lake was outside the main fort anyway.

Too bad.
Regen sighed and stopped, looking out over the glass-still water at the sunset. The breeze was unnaturally chilly and ruffled his fur. He didn't shiver. Regen had long ago gotten used to any chill or cold in the air, even if he had been born in the sunnier regions of Spain.
There hadn't been any real news from Spain recently. Lonas had passed on a letter from an ex-girlfriend, Amy. Regen hadn't bothered to read it..it would be some hogswill don Corin Corveda de Eale had asked her to write to him, trying to guilt him into coming home. It wasn't happening, even if his mother had died. He'd never liked the old witch anyway.
Lonas had made him wear mourning despite. That was how Regen was dressed now..black tunic and trousers. He'd refused to rub black grease into the shiny parts of his scabbard, though, or to turn his ring around. His signet didn't actually bear the Eale crest anymore. His brother's refusal to send troops for Regen'd defense had fixed that.
Yeah. He'd finally broken away, aside from his last name. Like his grandfather, Regen had started his own line. It seemed to be something that happened in the Eale circle. He'd got a new last name now, so that his full title was don Regen de Terraluxon, Duke of the Arkains, Terraluxian Captain.
He wondered how Terragon would like it. He was, after all, naming himself after her village. Lonas hadn't wanted the name as well, but Regen had expected that. Lonas was still an Eale in his mind.
His crest was or, an oak leaf proper.. that was, a gold field with an oak leaf emblazoned on it. He'd adopted Terralux for good now.

Someone came up behind him. Cursing himself softly for not watching, Regen turned with a paw on his shortsword.
It was the otter, Kael. No big deal. Regen smiled and released the hilt of his weapon, brown eyes conciliatory.
"Ev'ning."
The otter had been fishing, it appeared. There was that unmistakable scent about the other of mud and scale slime to him. The only thing that was missing was the harsher smell of gin or ale.

[Terragon Scrufftail]

Ev'ning, *The otter returns, his voice bearing quiet laughter and his face a brief smile.* Sorry, *He adds quickly, nodding at the shortsword at Regen's side, smile fading.* Here to escape the rabble? *Kael continues without blinking.* The same, I suppose, *He confesses, assuming his guess to be correct.* And I was hoping on a decent meal this evening. No offence intended to Mister Lonas, he's doing everything he can about the rations, I know.
*He rests the spear against his arm with one paw and twists the skewered fish from it with the other.* Hungry? *He asks Regen, holding up the raw fish with a grin.*

[Terragon Scrufftail]

OOC: Bump.