A badger lord, volemaid, and Long Patrol Officer meet in the Great Hall...

A pleasant if rather chilly day in Redwall and the hall's deathly quiet with all the adults busy, apparently preparing for some feast, Invar wasn't really paying attention. Of course he's not helping out or anything, no, currently he's jumping between the little patches of colour the windows are making on the floor in some game which doesn't appear to have any obvious rules to it.

Primrose is sat in a chair, playing with a doll. Ocassionally she looks over to Invar with a little distaste at the 'silly game', but actually... she looks half tempted to join in. Pride though, keeps her in the seat.

Charlie marches smartly into th room, coming from the stairs. He sees the small badger and salutes, but he jumps to attention too fast and falls on his bottom. He looks to the small vole sitting there, "Ello there." He remains sitting and watches Invsr jump in the colors.

Invar looks over only when he hears the hare fall over and so he laughs quietly before going right back to playing again. He knows perfectly well that Primrose is there and has no idea why she would chose to play with a doll.

Primrose blinks as there's a falling hare in the room. She tilts her head and frowns, but looks concerned too, like an adult might. "Why a' ya onna ground?" A small glare at Invar "No laffs, is norra nice!"

Charlie stands up quickly and dusts himself off, "I not onna groun' anymore, wo." He looks over to the badger, "Lika pretty ladie said, Not nice laff at small hares when dem falls." He wanders over by Invar watching him change colors, "Ow'd yew do dat? Dey say badger lords be majicle, but I's did't know thems changeded colers!!!!

At being told off Invar laughs very loudly "HAHAHAHAHA!" actually saying ha rather than properly laughing too. He stops his game to stare at Charlie for a moment. To call him silly or to be a magic badger lord, hmmm "Course dey can, badgah lords are really reeeeeally powerful"

Primrose shakes her head. "Wiar!" She accuses. "Yew nevah changed a colour afore!" She makes her doll point an accusory paw, too. Then she looks to Charlie. "He's norra badjah lard, 'e's jus' a ninvar..." She mispronounces his name.

Charlie looks rather confused now, "But how he changed colours if him not a badger lard? Whats a ninver?

Invar wrinkles his snout at Primrose, trust her to spoil it "How's yoo know I'm nottah badgah lord?" he doesn't even know he's not a badger lord. He tries to look important as he looks back to Charlie "I'm Invar" a little glare's shot at Primrose "Not Ninvar!"

Lorimis walks down the stairs his paws in his sleeves, Bowing before the tapistry of Martin, before moving over with a soft humming to get some meadow cream

Primrose sticks her tongue out. "You'm norra badjah lard..." The vole doesn't give a reason, just states it like she knows so. "I 'unno, but I bets we coulds do 't too!" Primrose frowns, responding to the hare while she hugs her doll. The abbot would get a glance if he were a little noisier, maybe. She's a dibbun who's easily distracted.

Lorimis looks over his shoulder "I say...what have we here....it appears a badger Lord, a Vole Maiden, and what might be a Long Patrol officer.....hello there

Charlie looks to primrose, then to Invar. "Hmmmmm let me try." He wanders over into the lights, his eyes and mouth growing huge when he turns green, "LOOK!!!! I'm a majicle hare!!!!" he looks back to Lorimis, "Hello. Yessir! I'ma hofficer! I be pr'tectin dis h'Abbey." He marches around in the green light, as is to prove Then he crosses into red light and get distracted, "Woaaah!!!! I'ma red hare!!!"

Invar continues to glare at Primrose "Yoo don't know an' yoo couldn'!" then Charlie's proved him wrong and he pouts, eyeing the Abbot briefly but still pouting cause he lose an argument to the vole.

Primrose looks very smug about the hare turning green then red, like she thought might happen, even if she's not sure how that works. The Abbot's voice turns her head and she goes a little more shy, though her and doll do offer a wave.

Charlie becomes blue, not that he's sad, but he literally becomes a blue hare, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!! Sombeast help dis heah hare!!! I'm drownin'!!!!! HELP HELP HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLP!!!!!!!!!!"

Invar looks back to Charlie, distracted before rolling his eyes and going to 'help' the hare by pushing him into an orangey bit.

Primrose frowns. "Is dwownin?" She pouts. "Don' scare us like 'at... An' Ninvar dun be pushin' 'im. 's norra nice. Like a laughin'." The little vole and her doll tell them both off. "Anyway, we dun e'en know y' name, mista off'sa bunny." Talking to the hare, of course.

Charlie oofs as he is pushed into the orange,and, once again, lands on his bottom. He stands up, not bothering to dust himself off this time, looking a little sheepish, "Sory marm. I was on'y playin. and my name be h'offisa' Charlin. My real name though is Charlin Winsta-- A BUNNY??!?!?!!! I! Marm, am NOT a buny!!! Or a Wabbik, or anyfing else! I'm A HARE!!!" he tsks his tongue at both other dibbuns, "Imagine, Heah comes dis pore likkle hare, adrownin' ina water, an dey push 'im den call 'im a bloomin' bunny!"

Invar juts his chin out at Primrose "I was helpin'!" sort of, he stopped the drowning anyway. He looks back to Charlie again, he didn't really have a clue either but that doesn't matter. He looks all important again as he glances back to Prim once more "See? Now yoo's bein' nasty an' callin' him a bunny"

Primrose pouts. "Din't mean to... norra know a hare... Sowwy." She looks very sorry, but annoyed with the badger.

Charlie nods severly, "It's alwight, jus' don' do it again. I heah ya cin git in trouble for insultin' a h'offsar.... but I'll look ove it dis time, wotwot? " He turns his attention to the small badger, "YOU, sah, need to larn t' controll yerself. Baaga lards be so bid dems can hurt h'other beast on acc'dent. Someon needs to teach ya t' be a badga ruler. If ye don' mind me sayin' so sah.

Primrose giggles as Charlie's now admonishing Invar. "Yah. 'M needs teaches lots." Her doll nods too.

Lorimis looks over at the Dibbuns "Now what have we here, it appears to be a badger lord....a Vole Maid and what coudl be a Long Patrol Hofficer

Invar was grinning at Primrose doing something wrong but then he's getting told off again! His expression quickly changes to a frown "Yoos said yoo was drownin' so ah save yah" there's his excuse. The Abbot gets a wary glance and he quiets down.

You exclaim, "Lord, I said help me, not push me! There's a differance you know...." he looks back to the volemaid, "Dis isn't a larfing matta marm, tis serious bizzness. Badga lords always are." he's just full of reproves today, but luckily, none for the mouse."

That last telling off, for laughing, doesn't quite work. It just makes her giggle more. She gives a shy wave to the Abbot though.

Invar snorts at being told there's a difference between helping and pushing but he's getting tired, his game long over "I's orderin' yoo t'shhh" he finally says as he starts to plod his way back towards the stairs, pouting once more.

Charlie salutes, "Yessir! Shhhing right away sah!" He makes a big, drematic, zipping motion, and clamps his muzzle shut with a small paw.

Primrose hops down from the chair. And frowns. "Dun lissen to 'im, missa Charldee. He canna ordah yew!" She begins marching after the badger. "Ninvar! Yew come back here anna pollyjize!"

Charlie shakes his small head, "Nope. I alays hava take orders frum badger lards." a small yawn, "I guess I nedd to go patrol th' dorm'tories....."

Invar marches a little faster "I's orderin' yoo t'shhh too!" he shouts back at Primrose, he knows though that while Charlie listened which pleased him greatly, Prim definitely won't so he just has to run away before she can defy his orders!