Quinten Log 52 - 18 02 2006

Salamandastron: Niche

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You are next to a niche in the side of the mountain, which blocks out

everything to the west with its immense rocky bulk. Just barely visible

is a small fissure in the rock, through which it looks like you could

'enter' the mountain.

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With:

[DYN] Patroller turned barhare, it's (Rothal)

[DYN] sorrel is taken

"Sorrel frowns, stepping closer to him. "I neva said that. I -did- forget ta give ye somethin' when ye left, y'know..." She says, choking on the last word. Her ears flick back, but are upright again soon afterward." to you.

"Rothal gets a semi-suspicious, semi-confused look on his face, rubbing a paw against his chin. "Aye? What?" In one quick movement, sorrel raises her paw. IT seems to be held there in midair for a spit second, then her open palm is brought down harsh upon his cheek. The clear cracking sound of the smack echoes across the shore. She stands there, breathing heavily, trying to hold back the tears in her eyes. Rothal flinches slightly as she smacks him, and stands stunned for a moment. A hurt looks appears on his face, and he turns away, despite seeing that she's almost on the point of tears. He doesn't leave, though. He simply stands there, looking at the ground." to you.

Rothal sighs again, taking her paw. She's finally started to calm down. "No one to what? Yah still haven't told me what's the mattah.."

Sorrel truns around, burying her head in his shoulder. "Ta talk ta! I mean..all my close frien's 're gone...like I said, I don' wanna botha Quint with et, an'...all me otha frien's, the one's what aren' as close...well, I talk like a buck so that's 'ow they treat meh. Imagine wot they'd do if they caught meh cryin'..."

Rothal hugs her softly, allowing her to stay where she is. "h'I suppose they'd try an' make yah feel bettah... h'It's not shameful ta be cryin', yah know." The buck's not exactly an expert at comforting crying does.

Quinten comes jogging into site from around the mountain, he's been out for a run on the soggy sand and is coated in the thick golden grey muck up to his waist, he spies the other two hares outside he niche and starts towards them

Sorrel is silent for a long while, just thinking. "why...why'd Zeraph leave?"

Rothal hasn't noticed the jogging hare, too preoccupied with Sorrel. "Somethin's wrong with Raph... He didn't seem right h'in the head when h'I talked to him."

Sorrel nods. "Lately...'e was gettin' more 'n more angry..an' I couldn' 'elp 'im...I dannae wot the problem is..."

Rothal releases Sorrel, turning back towards the mountain. "h'I'll be here fah awhile... We can talk about h'it latah. Afraid whatevah's the mattah with Raph h'is my fault."

Sorrel just watches him go, trying to make herself presentable again. One thing's now set in her mind: she has to see Zeraph."

Rothal has disconnected.

Quinten jogs up the path and stops next to Sorrel "Sorrel...are you ok? was that Rothal?" he peers into the mountain

Sorrel nods, wiping her eyes as much as possible. She sits back down in her former place, looking at her paw again.

Quinten remains standing trying to brush wet sand off his legs but failing "So...did he know were the Lt. is?"

Sorrel nods. "Aye...'aylard, 'e said..."

Quinten smiles "Well thats good, any sign of the Major?"

Sorrel shakes her head. "Not tha' 'e talked abou'..."

Quinten frowns "Oh...well this is not good.."

Sorrel nods. "Aye..." She says, though it doesn't look like she's paying that much attention to what he is saying.

Quinten frowns down at her and shakes his head "I guess i'll be seeing you when you get back from halyard"

Sorrel blinks. "Back from...what?"

Quinten grins down at her and nods north "I expect yer be off to see him?"

Sorrel looks at quinten, trying to deny it. "Why would Ah go see Raph? 'E can do what 'e bally well pleases! Et's not my problem!"

Quinten rolls his eyes and salutes "as ye say ma'am but ye seemed pretty upset with him"

Sorrel clucks her tongue once, mostly out of annoyance, and folds her arms. "Well, I am, but all the more reason ta not go...dannwannae make a sspectacle o' meself..."

Quinten nods his head and brushes more wet sand off "Ok ma'am i'm still not too good at this social bussiness it seems...so uhm...can i help?"

Sorrel blinks, looking back down at him. "Social buiseness? wot are ye talkin' about?"

Quinten scratches an ear getting sand on it and grimacing "Well ye know all this dealin with other hares and friends and such i never know wot ta say"

Sorrel thinks for a moment. "Well...it just sorta comes naturally. tis not somethin' ye plan..."

Quinten nods and grins "Great then i don't plan ta tell ye about tha barrel of pears i found"

Sorrel raises a brow. "Barrel o' wha?"

Quinten grins and starts heading inside "I'm not tellin ye"

Sorrel folds her arms. "I'll find 'em soon enough! I jus'...I'm gonna stay out her a while..." And sneak away!!

Quinten turns around and folds is arms "Then i guess i'd best stay wiv ye ma'am" yeah thats so obvious

Sorrel frowns. "Why d'ye need ta do that? Tis not like I'm a levret, I'm olda than ye are, wot! Dannae need ta 'old meh paw!"

Quinten smiles "Yes ma'am but if i have to go back inside and tell the colonel that yet another patrol hare has vanished she'll skin me alive"

Sorrel huffs. "Then don' tall 'er...not like she'd 'ate me ta leave...m' probly th' worst rule followa in th' world."

Quinten sighs and folds his paws "Please don't leave Sorrel....i'm scared he did something to the major...he was acting real crazy when i saw him"

Sorrel frowns. "Well, 'ee ain't gonna do anythin' ta 'arm me. 'e's neva seen me mad before, an' 'e sure as 'ell won' expect et from me!"

You say, "Please Sorrel...don't""

Sorrel turns to him, ears back. "An' Why not! Someone 'as ta knock th' sense back inta 'im! Knowin' Zeraph, 'ee can' do it by 'imself!"

Quinten sighs and nods "Well if you have to go you have to go...just that'll be all the adults i know gone"

Sorrel sighs, bending down to hug the recruit. "Look...I won' be gone foreva...jus' fer a day...ye can 'old togetha tha' long, aye? Do me a fava an' tell Miss Zoe where th' leutenant is."

You say, "Ok Sorrel i'll let the Colonel know and that there is still no sight of the Major""

Quinten nods and salutes "Very well Ma'am" he stands there and watches her start to leave

Sorrel turns, and jogs off. "An' ye gotta create enough chaos an me absense, ye 'ear?"

Somewhere on the muck, Darklett has connected.

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