Awkward Conversations
The Great Hall of Redwall Abbey. Countless paw falls have echoed from these stones, and untold numbers of feasts and merry gatherings have been held here. A table, not nearly so grand or large as its predecessors, but quite functional for mealtimes, rests near the center of the hall. Chairs exist here aplenty, and they are all of a matching set. High above, the stain glass windows give the Great Hall a beautiful appearance. The glasswork is exceptionally done, crafted by a skilled artist. The floor is clean and swept. A fire is kept burning in the fireplace at almost all times of the day and night, and there are several more comfortable chairs and cushions set up here, of varying sizes. One looks large enough to easily accommodate a badger.
The Tapestry hangs proud and tall, and while the rest of Redwall may still bear the scars of natural disaster, this most famous of Redwall's relics remains unharmed by beast, time, or the elements. The figure of Martin the Warrior seems to be watching over his own with an unchanging, kindly gaze.
Shadows are long in the dying evening light.
Flicktail sits in a chair, rocking 2 little fox kits, he is the only beast in the abbey to have a weapon, a sword by his side as he hums gently
Songjewel walks slowly into the room, feeling rather uncomfortable, she was unarmed. After a full season and a half of always having her sword, bow, or atleast a couple throwing knives with her, this was unnatural. She waves rather distractedly to the fox, "Erm, 'Ello.
Flicktail looks up and smiles "well ello Ma'rm' he rocksthe 2 dibbuns, not much of a threat with his arm full of dibbiuns alseep "welcome come in ave a seat and a spot o tucker
Songjewel smiles gently at the small kits. "Thank ye, but I'm not really hungry, ate yesterday. But if'n I may, d' ya 'ave somesort o' beverage?
Flicktail nods "there be some ale if ye be o a mind, but oi prefer e Cherry Cordial....there be a pitcher on e table..come get some andjoin me and you can meat me 2 chilren
you see the table and behind it the famous tapistry of Martin the Warrior
Flicktail says, "moi name be Flicktail..flick to me friends, oi be an otter"
Amethyst arrives from the Staircase..
Amethyst has arrived.
Songjewel walks slowly to the table, grabs the picther and a mug. Looking at the Tapistry, she slowly walks back and sits on the floor beside him. "Ose 'at mouse?" Smiling politelt she introduces herself, "My friends 'n' others call me Jewel Trueflight. My enemies..." she smiles oddly "well they never have time t' know me name...
Songjewel looks at him strangely, "Otter?
Flicktail asks, "well then oi be glad oi not be a em ma me" he chuckles 'where does ye hail from Ms trueflight?"
You say, "Ah..... Here 'n' there..... once I lived in a........far away for'st...... But that was ahwile ago."she gently felt the scar on her face. "What about yerselv? I never met a white f-erm otter afore. An' yore kits?"
Flicktail says, "well this be Benick' he lifts the male proudly, and the kit yawns his blue eyes opening to look at the Squirrel" and this be Luna" he nods to the female kit who simply yawns and curls against her father "Oi were turned Whoit by Martin inself..oi used ta be red"
Songjewel nods, "E's an' 'ansome one alroight. Looks like 'is papa. She is gorgeous, does she look like 'er mama?" Her green eyes grow rather wide, "White ye say? By Martin? What did 'e do? Bleach ya? I 'aven't met 'im yet, what does 'e do round 'ere?
"You used t be up stairs too," Amy says coming down the stairs, "You must be doin' better, Fox."
Flicktail says, "well *OI* think he scared me whoit..but aye they both look like there mum" the little make reaches both hands out to the squirrel"
Songjewel nods curtly to Amethyst, "ev'nin" she leans back slightly when the babe reaches for her, her eyes wide, not knowing what she should do....
Flicktail holds out Benick "ye kin take em....e be loike is dad..e likes purdee gels" he smiles
You say, "I-I-I- I'm... a.....er....." she receives the kit akwardly, "Ummmmm...... I haven't held a baby since I was......nigh on 6 seasons old........ Wha- Erm what sould I o wi' 'im? Oh, an thank yew...... I used t' be atleast...""
Flicktail says, "still are t my eye" he smiles as the kit curls against the squirrels fur and means up to suck toothlessly on her ear"
Flicktail puts his feet up rocking "Will ya be stayin a spell at e abbey?
"Evenin'" the rat says repeating the squirrel's greeting back to her.
Flicktail's ears perkimmedialy and he gets happy at the voice of the Rat gel "AME! ello..oh amey so glad ta see ya
Songjewel blushes a bit, this look turns to shock when she feels toothless gums on her golden ringed ear. She says "Why- well thanks I geuss." knowing he is just saying it to be polite, like everyone else, she said this a bit louder than neccesary, as the sucking sound in her ear is rather loud. "Well, I don' know, until I decide to leave Oi suppose.
Flicktail chuckles "Benick..be nice..just bring in down, th lad loves ears, ya should see em with th hares...e long patrols love em though....I hope ye will stay we can use some new faces round e abbey....oi kin introduce ya ta father Lorimis
"Very o'servant today aren't yew fox?" Amy remarks, "'pect I won't be seein' yew much in th infrim now."
Flicktail says, "No offense Ame....but oi seen enough o that place fer me life.....you were one o th few bright spots there"
Songjewel pulls Benick down slowly, a *popsh* noise as his small mout detatches from her ear. She smiles, "E Lon' Patrol? 'Ow often do they show up? When eva they smells food I'd bet. I would like to stay, but I'm afraid I can't. Ya'see I can't get meself t' settle down I'm, ermmm, I supppose ye could call me a hunter of sorts..... And tha' would be nice, thank ya.
"What do yew hunt?" Amy asks the squirrel.
Flicktail says, "We ave a company roight ere at e abbey, ta elp us from vermins: benick giggles and getly slaps at one of the squirrels paws giggling. As for Huntin well just so long as there be no violence ere stay as long as ye loikes"
Songjewel looks down at her paws, and remembers the tiny fox in her arms, she had forgotten he was there. She looks back up, and smiles, slightly ashamedely at the "otter". "Well, thats very nive of yew, but t' be truthful ye probably don't want me," She looks to
Ame, "I actually, ummmmm, I hunt vermin.
Flicktail says, "please Marm, dinna tell me wot Oi really wont, martin don't likes liars, and oi say wot I mean..ye ARE beautful and we do
wont ya"
Songjewel closes her eyes forcefully, as if trying to block out bad thoughts.... or memories, and hands the kit back, "I say wot I mean too sir," shaking rather visibly, as if trying to controll herself, "An wot I mean, is; ya really don' want me. I know I seem young, an inn'cent. But trust me. I'm probably the most UN-innocent creature in the Abbey! I don wan t' stay long 'cuase i know iffen I do I'll do something..... awful, an' I wont be allowed back 'ere. Maybe in a few seasons after I've ha my fill of slaying I'll return. But I was actually planning on leaving rather soon. No offense, but ye are a fow, and Amethyst here, is a rat. I be knowin' ye're both good beasts but I can't abide in yor presence too long, you nor any of the other.... vermin species that live here. I'm afraid I might hurt somebody.... bad." she takes a looooong drought of the untouched ale in her paw. Seeming a bit better now....
Flicktail takes Benick and begins moving to take them to bed "Oi not be worried, and ye be welcome ere..as ye like...but fernow oi must take these 2 ta bed...
