LilyMoore Louise meets Marek and they have a good chat :) (Remption of Marek TP and Mourning Lorimis RP)
RW Abbey: Graveyard
This is a small natural clearing in the forest growth. Ancient trees tower over the area, arching over to make an interlaced roof on the clearing, keeping the area dark and shaded through the day and night. The floor is bare except for some small plants and forest mulch. As an entrance to this place, there are two large oaks that have branches that grew together to form a natural arch. At the foot of the largest one, between the roots, a fresh mound has been dug. In the clearing there are small patches of freshly turned earth, and rocks lining a few of them. A burial ground. In the shadows of this place, there is silence for the dead.
[36mYou are standing by the edge of the graveyard. You may [enter] to pay your respects.
(See [grave help] for a full list of commands.)[0m
Exits: [O]pen [G]round
Marek the stoat. LilyMoore and Angela the mice.
Marek has slipped into the abbey. At the gates he surrendered his blade and his crossbow was not on him at the time. He even left his crossbolts elsewhere as well, most likely Ferravale as he only had his sword and a couple daggers now with the abbey guard. He has a hooded cloak as he reaches a paw out to touch the tombstone of Lorimis.
LilyMoore walks slowly into the graveyard, hanging her head, her arms crossed. She is wearing a green tunic and green leggings, both of which have been patched dozens of times. She's not wearing shoes, but that's pretty normal for her. She is shuffling over ot the garve of the old Abbot when she looks up and sees the stoat. Starting, she hides behind a nearby tree, hoping that he didn't notice her.
Marek doesn't notice the mouse yet as he looks at Lorimis grave and sighs, "I wish I had spoken to you sorry Mr. Abbot and I regret I did not, prehaps...prehaps I could of gotten forgiveness but now its most likely too late for that." There is the sound of depression in his voice as he speaks and he traces the name and words on the tombstone with a claw slowly, just standing there going quiet.
LilyMoore peeks around the tree. She has literally no idea who the stoat is, but she senses that he at least feels a tiny bit like her. Needing forgiveness. She gathers up her courage and steps out from behind the tree, saying nothing as of yet.
Marek stares at the grave, he lets tears go down his face, very rare for him to do so, very rare. He shakes his head "I am sorry for everything, your wise words took a while to sink in, but after awhile they did. Then maybe it was also best I didn't come if you were ill, that and this place..." He moves a paw to point out the abbey grounds "This place would most likely sooner slay me than speak to me"
LilyMoore takes a few steps forward until she's standing a few feet away from the stoat. She stays quiet, letting him say what he feels he needs to.
Marek can tell some beast is behind him and slowly turns spotting Lilymoore and watches her closely. "Hello there Ms. Mouse" He says in a quiet tone of voice. The fur under his eyes is wet.
LilyMoore smiles slightly. "Hi. I don't want to kill you." she states simply, walking forward until she's right beside the stoat. Laying a paw on the headstone, she sighs, looking depressed herself. "Have you ever done stuff and then wished that, after the somebeast you look up to more than anyone else in the whole entire world had died, you could go back in time and keep yourself from doing those things? 'Cuse I wish that allot."
Marek kneels down and speaks,"Not till recently young one, but I am sure you have not done something that horrible that it could not be forgiveable."
LilyMoore doesn't meet the stoat's gaze as she scuffs the ground with her foot. "I...I messed up the kitchens. I heard one of the kitchen helpers say that I made a bigger mess than when Marek's hordes had taken over the Abbey. I destroyed all the food for supper one day. The Abbot...the Abbot said it was un...unforgiveable..." she is close to tears, and her paws ball into fists.
Marek tenses when his name is mentioned and makes sure she doesn't get too good a look at his face, but maybe its possible she doesn't know who he is, "I...see, well I am sure you told them sorry, but I also know a mess of food is far more forgiveable that...well anything else. And the horde beasts didn't make as much a mess as they could of, trust me..."
LilyMoore sniffs and dashes away the tears trickling down her cheeks. "But...but I dis...disappointed him! He....he was...." She stifles a sob and covers her mouth with a paw. "It...it's my fault!" She suddenly bursts out, collapsing to her knees and weeping brokenly.
Marek is unsure what to do, this is seriously new to him. He looks back and forth to see if any other beast is around before looking back at the young mouse as he shifts back and forth on his footpaws feeling uneasy now. He frowns as maybe someone would cry in front of him but he would walk away or ignore it but that was in the past and not now.
LilyMoore manages to speak through her sobs. this has been bottled up within her for so long, she's finally cracked and it's all pouring out to someone she doesn't even know. "I....he died....be...because of me! I...I dis...disappointed h...him s....so b...b...badly! It...it's all my f...f...fault!"
Marek frowns, he pats the young mouse on the back, He studies the area, ok oddly quiet as he looks back to her. "How is it your fault child? I am sure you did not disappoint him, to me he seemed a very understanding beast the bit of time I spoke with him, once for a good 3 hours straight on...well some matters at the time. One should not blame themselfs"
LilyMoore wipes her cheeks free of tears, but they are quickly replaced with more. "I...I just know I did! I've....I've always been breaking the rules. An...and he t...talked to me and g...gave me a b...book to read, then I m...messed u...up the k...kitchens...an' the day before...before the Spring F...feast he g...gave me another b...b...book and I never r...returned them, even though I r...read th...them!" She's kind of rambling, but she can't seem to stop.
Marek has never comforted any beast in his life, he can however speak "Look child, to blame yourself is wrong. If you read you learned something and learning is knowledge, its power for now and the future so never stop reading and learning. So..why did you mess up the kitchens? Maybe you can stop breaking rules and be a better beast to help honor the abbot's memory."
LilyMoore hiccups as she wipes her eyes again. "But...um...I messed them up because...I was wanting to put h...hotroot in the soup 'cause I thought it'd be funny, and I locked the Friar in the cellars so he couldn't stop me. But then he started yelling and breaking down the door and...I got mad. Thorn and a Novice were trying to stop me and I got mad at them, too. I...I wanted to get back at them and....and show them that...that they had no right to....to order me around..."
Marek tilts his head "They do have a right if you are a child or a novice, one must always follow rules and obey those in higher positions, warriors and healers and well know known leaders follow rules. Even Mr. Flicktail and your parents. Rules also help keep one safe and things in order."
LilyMoore sighs and rests her back against the headstone. "I...I know, I guess. I just don't like it when beasts boss me around. But...I wish I hadn't done those things. I...the Abbot was the grown-up I looked up to the most. I...why does everybody think it /wasn't/ my fault??" she almost sounds defensive with her last sentence. Defensive and heartbroken.
Marek sighs, well he is trying "This is how beasts feel sometimes they blame themselfs , but one shouldn't...not all the time"
LilyMoore looks him right in the eyes, hope starting to creep into her heart. "But....how can I know it's not my fault?"
Marek seems to think on this and then speaks and smiles faintly "Because, you are a Redwall beast and your heart is pure and kind and has always been as that is all you have been taught be be living and kind and pure of heart and should always be that way and never change. To love yourself and others as all of us is special in their own little way and sometimes if just takes a while to find that out young one."
LilyMoore blinks and looks at the grass, thinking. Slowly a smile spreads across her face. "Well...I guess so...if you think so...thank you." She stands, but her speed combined with how poorly she's been eating for the past week causes her vision to go red then black. She stumbles and leans against the headstone as she get's lightheaded and her ears ring. She doesn't actually faint, but she does get quiet close.
Marek frowns and goes to support her, he looks around and back to her "Are you ok child? Where are your parents?" He seems to debate on taking her to the infirm, he could do so quickly and just lay her on a cot, he is cloaked after all.
LilyMoore leans heavily on the stoat, barely able to stand. "I...barely been...eating....Momma...DoraRose....she's...she's in the training yard...Dad...Leon....I...don't know..."
RW Abbey: Infirmary
Several beds are lined against the red sandstone walls of the Abbey's Infirmary. An examination table, separated from the rest of the room by hanging blankets, rests against the far wall. Tucked into a small alcove is a sizeable workbench with various containers for mixing and preparing medicinal compounds. Against another wall is a desk for use by the Infirmary Keeper. A curtained off alcove behind the desk hides a locked door to the Infirmary's supplies and linens.
Exits: Infirmary [Rec]overy Room, [H]ealer's [D]ormitory, [O]pen [G]round, [Hall]
Marek frowns, wait her parents are who? ok that matters not as he gently picks her up in his arms and gets to the infirm with her, he stops at the doorway to the infirm where one of the newer novice are and says a few quiet words repeating the child in his arms and walks on inside the infirm causing the novice to blink and go find a healer, whom ever is in duty.
Angela is on duty right now, and she hurries over as fast as she can. She goes to take her granddaughter from the stoat, staring at him hard. "I never expected nor 'oped to see you 'ere again. Lay 'er down 'ere." LilyMoore groans, suddenly feeling nauseated. "An' this is what ye get fer not eatin' right, you worrisome child." The old healer begins to mix together herbs to mix in with some hot broth she has warming over the fire.
Marek does as he says and lays her down on the cot as he looks at the old healer, he doesn't seem to know what to say, "Help the child" He says softly, you can tell he's been crying over something and goes to head back to the graveyard without another word, he may be found there half an hour later crying openly.
Thanks for reading! Feel sorry for Marek yet? I do :)
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