Cynthia needs a listening friend :( (A Redwall log) TO BE CONTINUED
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RW Abbey: Cavern Hole
This room is slightly smaller than Great Hall, but still of a size large enough to accomodate a great number of gathered beasts. A large fireplace is set into one of the walls, and there are a series of small tables and chairs near one end for beasts who are eating late, or simply prefer the smaller tables for their meals. Cushions and blankets have been set in one corner. A short flight of steps leads up to Great Hall, and along the walls of the stairs, going both ways, the word 'Redwall' has been carved into the stone.
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[G]reat [H]all
[Ki]tchen
Mice: Cynthia, female. LilyMoore, female.
Cynthia is sitting in a chair, her paws wrapped in thin bandages as she sits there and stares at the floor, the last couple days have not been all that great, well maybe the last few, and she has not been able to do much around the abbey.
LilyMoore has actually been having a pretty good past few days....mostly because she has had no idea what's been going on because she's been helping bring in the harvest and she ignores people when she's outside, as a general rule. Gossip doesn't really enter her ears very well. Coming into the Hole with a basket of peaches under her arm, she slows as she comes level with the other mouse. "Oh...hi..." she hesitantly says. "You....You okay?" Obviously not, but she feels that she should ask.
Cynthia looks over and frowns "I....not really, but then it;s..it will be fine, really it will be sometime." She sighs as she closes her eyes "Least you and your brother still have both your parents, and neither are thinking someone is still around when...when..." She stops holding back tears "When they are not"
LilyMoore hesitates. She definitely remembers biting the other mouse; that's not really something one would forget. However, Cynthia really seems to need a friend, and so Lily carefully sets down her basket and cautiously walks over to where the other maid is sitting. "Do you.....would you like to talk about it?"
Cynthia sniffs and shrugs "Just...I miss my mom but its not like she will ever be back cause she died. "She remembers seeing her carried in and now the tears come," I left for a while and thought it would get better...didn't get better and my dad is in some state of mind that she isn't dead, but she is"
LilyMoore sits down at the other mouse's feet and looks up at her, just listening. She unknowingly goes to rest a gentle paw on Cynthia's arm, above the bandages and not on them, as empathetic tears form in her eyes.
Cynthia at first tenses up at the touch and then relaxes as she sees it's not like a punch or a slap, she is quiet before she speaks again, "I...I remember...some rabbit or other brought her in, some beast k...killed her and they never found out who, and prob'ally never will and I miss her, I miss her a lot and try to not think of her and then something reminds me, like the bees in the orchards and the fact father was low on honey in the kitchens ."
Cynthia closes her eyes, anything said may be heard, or may not be heard, tears go down her face as she then starts openly crying.
To be continued...
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