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Post by Stoakly Centurio on Feb 1, 2009 21:23:13 GMT
*The squirrel works busily in her new home, setting up paintings she bought, and other items that reflect her Irish heritage. Silver, Celtic goblets and chalices line the shelves, the only riches she owns and a gift from her grandparents and parents. Binn pulls a wooden chest up to her bed; opening it, she puts in her bow, her arrows, and two quivers. The arrows are fletched with white swan feathers and tipped with flint, another hint of her Celtic heritage. Finally, as she finishes decorating, she sits on her bed, rather bored, wondering if she'll ever find a visitor or roommate.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Jul 27, 2009 15:56:34 GMT
*There comes a polite knock. Despite the clarity of the sound of his paw on the door, the noise still manages to sound somehow sheepish to Ashnel. He'd meant to visit the previous day. Leaving Starsett Hollow at first light he'd gone wandering, refamiliarising himself with the surrounding forest and meadow and the sea breeze from the Salamandastron shores. And somehow, the squirrel had ended up spending the whole day exploring in the absence of having anything else to do and had returned to Terralux at nightfall far too late to visit Binn, the newcomer to the village he'd met a few days previously.*
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Post by Stoakly Centurio on Aug 11, 2009 0:29:49 GMT
*The morning breeze cools the squirrel down as she sits on her bed, mind wandering from topic to topic; she is fairly certain she wants to be involved with the Woodland Scouts Guild, but is also a tad desireable of simply joining any service that Ashnel, her only friend thus far, is involved in. She smiles bashfully to herself and falls back, laying on the soft linen blanket on the bed. Binn looks to her left and, sitting on the nightstand, is a copy of one of her favorite books. As she reaches out to grab it, trying to distract her mind from once again trailing to the dark squirrel she'd met a few days ago, she hears a knock on the door. The new, lithe archer furrows her brow as she approaches her door, opening in a hospitable gesture with a new grin on her face. As her eyes lay on the dark squirrel, she immediately widens her grin, almost saying "speak of the devil" audibly. Binn welcomes him in eagerly.* Ashnel! To what do I owe this pleasure? I was actually about to start making breakfast, unless you've already had some. Would you like to stay?
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Aug 23, 2009 21:57:30 GMT
Morning, Binn, *Ashnel greets the other with a quick smile.* Thought I'd call round and see how you were settling in or if you needed any help with anything. *Hell's Teeth, Ashnel, where do you think you are? The pine woods? Redwall? She's independent, how in Mossflower do you think that question sounds to her? 'Do you need any help...?' Idiot. At some point during silently cursing himself, Ashnel must've stepped across the threshold of the cottage as he finds himself standing in Binn's house, accepting the offer of breakfast with another grateful smile.*
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