Quinten Log 66 - 05 06 2006

Salamandastron: Infirmary

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This is the infirmary for the long patrol. This room is one of the most

well lit rooms in the whole of Salamandastron, with several candles placed

strategically along the shelves and cupboards. Many wooden beds line the

walls of this room, each outfitted with impeccably clean white linen

sheets. This unfortunately limits the walking space in this room. Where

there are not beds there are shelves and cabinets that hold a variety of

different medical equipment, mostly needles and bandages. A single stone

sink is firmly lodged into one of the counters. The sink is not fancy, in

fact it is quite awkward. It is a necessity, nonetheless. An open closet

is in the corner of the room, storing a surplus of compact cots, in the

unusual case of mass injuries. The room usually has several nurse hares in

it, roaming around tending to various injuries.

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The door opens and Quinten walks in with a large covered tray, fending off a few interested healers he makes his way towards the Major's bed "Major Darklett sah, breakfast is here, sorry its late but we had a bit of an oatmeal disaster this morning"

Ooh, breakfast in bed. Darklett's mind is, for a brief moment, taken off of whatever it was he was thinking about before. "Breakfast! Ha..." He sits up and licks his lips. "I was starting to wonder... What'd you bring me?" It's noted that other infirmary residents are eyeing the major with envy. :D

Quinten smiles and sets the tray down on the Major's lap "Scones with fresh honey, a pot of tea, porridge and a fresh morning salad sir." he glances about "Sorry chaps, the rest of your meals should be up as soon as they get another cauldron of oatmeal going"

Darklett sniffs the food, nostrils flaring. "Smells great. Thanks, recruit!" Nothing like food to get a hare's mind off being stuck in the infirmary under dire situations! He grabs a spoon and begins to tuck into the hot oatmeal, blowing on it before shoving it in his mouth hungrily. "How're things, then?"

Quinten smiles and tugs a rag from under his belt and starts to wipe his paws off "Things are good sir, i've dropped off my time volunteering in the infirmaries now the crisis is over and used all the free time to get in some extra training...if you meant wot you said the other day sah i want to be ready. I want to pass those exams like Dande did"

Darklett's ears perk. "Dande passed? That's good news!" Darklett smiles, and shoves another bite into his mouth, letting the oatmeal sit before swallowing. "As soon as I can, I'll be taking care of the exams. I'm working with the healers all I can to get out of here as fast as possible."

Quinten grins and looks around at the healers lowering his voice "From the sounds of things they don't want to let you go sir" the door opens and several other recruits come in with trays setting them down for the other injured. "But i'm sure you'll be out soon sir, they can't keep you in here forever"

Darklett shakes his head. "It's better I'm in here, Quinten. They're moving my arms a little bit more every day; eventually I'll be able to lift my arm above my shoulder. But I'll still need to stay here a little while longer." He chomps into a scone, licking over his lips to catch a few crumbs.

Quinten nods his head and looks at your arm "At least is is healing up sah that is good, would hate to not have you teaching us any more Major"

Darklett raises his forearm halfway up, waving his paw. "Believe me, I know. I'll be off-duty for a while after I heal up, so I can spend some time teaching and... Well, just around the mountain." Chomp, munch, mm.

Quinten grins watching you eat, tucking the rag back behind is belt "Thats good sir, and hopefully with the vermin scattered things might be peaceful for a bit"

Darklett hmphs around a mouthful of scone, swallowing. "Well, my daughter's somewhere out there, kidnapped. So I really wish I was able to get out there, but at the moment, I can't even lift a sword. Do you know if they've put out a search party yet?"

Quinten shakes his head looking surprised "Aurdri...how did they get hold of her? I don't know sir...if they have sent anyone yet"

Darklett shakes his head. "They better have. She was just kidnapped out on the beach... I don't know what happened for sure. Could you make sure they work on finding her? I'm worried, Quinten." Hm. He stops eating, but only for a moment.

Quinten nods his head "I'll mention to someone your worried sir, but i'm not sure they'll listen to me...on the beach? Damn...Flax was attacked on the beach the other day by a wild cat....i'm surprised no one attackd me and Gabby when we were on the beach too.."

Darklett shoves the rest of a scone in his mouth, chewing in thought, before swallowing. "Have there been a lot of attacks?" More thought around a mouthful of porridge. "...If you come across Colonel Zoe, tell her I suggest a lock-in at night, and for nobeast to leave the mountain alone and unarmed."

Quinten nods his head "I'll tell her, or leave a note on her desk sir, a lock-on? well that won't be that different then normal for the recruits we're not meant to even go outside on our own....maybe we should cancel the morning run around the mountain...only about four/five of us go at a time and we are usually un-armed."

Darklett nods. "Yes, instead, you can do laps in the training room. I used to do that all the time when the Bloodthirsters were at large." He drains the rest of the porridge in his mouth, and gulps it down.

Quinten nods his head "Ok sir i'll make sure everyone knows, what about Halyard sir? Several of our hares are there at the moment, and they have attacked the place before. I'm sure if the Bloodthirsters run off with Miss Keita or that badger the Colonel would be upset."

"I don't think that'll be a problem, Quinten." Darklett shakes his head. "Somehow, Keita has made herself good friends with the Bloodthirsters, and Halyard's too friendly to the vermin for them to kidnap anybeast from there. Maybe occupy Halyard, but never try to destroy it..."

Quinten nods "Well thats a relief then sir, any other orders you want carried to the officers?"

Darklett thinks for a second, then shakes his head. "No, that should be it. Maybe if you could find a lieutenant to give you your fighter's exam, you can ask him, and tell him you have my approval to take it. But other than that, that's all."

Quinten's muzzle splits into a wide smile "You mean it sir? i can really take it?"

Darklett nods with a smirk. "Yeah, you're free to take it if you can find an officer willing to take the time to test you. Wouldn't want you to be held back 'cause I'm stuck in bed, right?"

Quinten smiles and nods "I'll try and find an officer sir..."

"Good! And good luck on the exam." Darklett chomps on another scone, looking to be well away from being finished.

Quinten salutes a smile on his muzzle "Thanks sir i'll not let you down,"

Darklett smirks some more. "I'll have one of the healers take this tray down when I'm finished... If I were you, I'd get to finding a lieutenant and training your tail off. Heh."

Quinten grins and nods "Yes sir i will....anything you think i need to focus on more?"

"Yeah, you need to be more aggressive. The best fighters in the mountain," Darklett swallows the bit of scone still in his mouth, "aren't the ones that make no mistakes, but the ones that fix their mistakes while they're fighting, before the opponent can take advantage."

Quinten nods listening to you "More aggressive ok sir....how? I mean its hard to be aggressive agaisnt a training object or a teacher, last time i got aggressive was boxing and i knocked Sorrel out"

Darklett rolls his eyes. "Think about it... If you manage to beat the teacher, that means you pass, Quinten." He laughs, smiling off to the side.

Quinten chuckles his ears falling back "AHhh good point sir i didn't think of that"

"Well... -that- part of it anyway." Darklett holds a piece of scone up, thinking. "When you're testing to become a full patroller, there's more to just skill in fighting, you have the strategy, and other sorts of things like that that get a bit harder..."

Quinten nods "I would imagine sir, and i wanted to ask sir, is the basic runner training absolutely a must? because i've sat in on a few lessons and i just don't have the dexterity to keep up...i'm too short to make the speed all the teachers want"

"It's... not as important as all of your fighter stuff. Since you're a fighter, they'll go easy on you for not being the fastest of the bunch-- don't worry about being the best, just good enough." Darklett nods assuringly to Quinten, sitting up for any more questions.

Quinten phews in relief and moves to plump the pillows supporting you "Tats a relief the way Major Jarril goes on about it i was half afraid i'd never make a full patroller if i didn't get faster"

Darklett smirks. "Don't worry about Jarril... He tends to be really negative." He rests against the pillows, and finishes off the last scone, dipping it in some oatmeal and shoving it in his mouth.

Quinten eyes the oatmeal with genuine distaste "I've noticed sir....he can be difficult to work with, i hope i do not get assigned to his patrol...that would be hellish...considering he never did seem to forgive my time keeping problems when i was newly arrived"

Darklett nods slowly in agreement. "But... He's a good major. Experienced, skilled in what he does... He definitely knows what he's doing, agree or disagree."

Quinten nods his head "I can't deny that sir, he's very skilled, and a very good runner just it seems once he's decided to dislike a beast that is it"

"Yeah... That's too bad, though, isn't it?" Darklett shakes his head, looking back at the recruit. "Though he may just be being tough on you. He can do that sometimes, just don't let him get under your fur."

Quinten nods a thoughtful expression on his muzzle "Maybe Major....who can tell, certainly not me, i just want to do well though, the patrol..." his ears tinge red slightly and he scuffs at the floor "Its like replaced my family"

Darklett's ears perk a little. "...Well, mine, too. It's sort of like a bigger, faster, and slightly more confusing family, you know? We're all family in the mountain, if you ask me..."

Quinten smiles and leans on the bedside table next to the major's cot "I know the feeling sir and i agree, it really does feel like that, even the non hares like Audri, Gabby and mister Ender"

Darklett grins at the other hare. "Well, Audri happens to really be family to me, but you got the idea, right? We're all in this together, so... It's best we treat each other like family."

Quinten nods "How did Audri come to be actual family sir? and did you know that Gabby is Mister Enders, great great grand niece too?"

Darklett's ears perk at Quinten's questions. "...No, no, I didn't know that. Audri, though, well..." Darklett looks down to his tray, and lifts it off his lap, setting it on his endtable with only slight difficulty. "I didn't have much of a choice when Audri came along. But she was really little, a friend of mine, Duncan, had saved her from vermin," he pauses here.

Quinten lowers his ears flicking them back "ahhh sorry sir...probably not the best time to bring her up... she'll be fine sir we'll get her back, any more word from that other squirrel?"

Darklett doesn't say any more about Audri, seeming to switch off the subject as naturally as anything else. "No, no word back. I hope he listened to me and got out of Ruingate."

Quinten nods letting the subject of Audri drop "I'm sure he did sir, sounds like a sensible squirrel, i am sure you'll see him walking up the shore any day now"

Quinten nods again "I hhope so too sir, sounds like a good squirrel to know," he grins again "And as for Gabriel and Ender, i can't work out whats going on between those too, he seems to hate her, yet when he found out i was going out with her, he came down on me with the /she's family don't you hurt her or i'll kill you speech/

Darklett raises a brow at Quinten, smiling. "Really?" He even laughs a little. "Well... I guess family can be protective of family. Strange thing, heh. I don't know how I'd feel if somebeast started goin' steady with Audri..." He chuckles again, then shakes his head. "I wouldn't know about that, anyway."

Quinten chuckles "Well i think you've got a few seasons grace before she starts looking at males that way, and there are not too many squirrels about the place either, nor in Halyard from what i've heard"

"Well, better for her, then!" the major says, trying to sound stern, before breaking into a grin. "But, uh... Speaking of that, how're things goin' with you and her?"

Quinten smiles and winks "Good...we're doing good together, we had breakfast on the crater the other day, watched the sun come up and then when my lessosn were cancelled we ran down to the sea"

Darklett raises both his eyebrows. Wow, that's going a lot better than he thought it would. "Good, good! Glad to see that's working out for ya. What does she do in the mountain, anyway?"

Quinten shrugs "Nothing at the moment, she's here mainly to live with her granpa, Mister Ender, she's trying to find something to do but everyone keeps telling her she's too young to help out, which doesn't make sense when there are recruits younger then her doing things"

Darklett nods, slowly. "Well... You seem to be helping out around the mountain a lot. Why don't you just have her help you help everybeast else? That way she can have a job here, and it'll give you two some time together."

Quinten's ears perk up at that idea "I never thought of that sir....that would make all my chores go faster...and i do have an awful lot of them, and my volunteer work too"

Darklett nods. "Well, there you go!" He smirks, but it slightly fades as a healer approaches him. It's time. :( "Uh, Quinten. Go ahead and get on running all those messages that I need to be sent out to the officers, and get to training. It's therapy time." He sounds grim about it, an ear folding over. "Thanks, you're dismissed."

Quinten salutes and looks at the healer "Yes sir....good luck sir i'll go deliver those messages now"

- Time Passes - Quinten is gone for several hours...

Darklett is looking... not so happy right now. Having just finished movement therapy with his arms, Darklett is in a whole lot of pain from having been pushed to his limit several times over the past hour or so. As a result, his eyes are closed in an effort to try and relax, rest a while, perhaps sleep to stop the sharp soreness in each shoulder.

Ever the busy beast, pegged with sentry duty and smitten with clinging to Wimble, Niveus has finally found time to pay his wounded officer a visit. After giving the infirmary attendants a quick slip, the young and particularly jovial buck ambles into the chamber with a quiet step. Sighting the major, he's quick to ruin any notion of allowing the officer rest by flopping down atop one of the unoccupied beds adjacent from him. "Sah, wot a pleasant surprise t'find you here!"

Darklett's ears perk as he hears Niveus plop down near him... He opens his eyes irritably to scold any poor, unfortunate hare that interrupted him, but he softens once he sees it's

Niveus. Having not seen him since he's been cooped up in the infirmary, well... "I was starting to have my doubts about you, Niv." He smiles, and makes an attempt to sit upright... that attempt is a failed one.

"Doubts?" Niveus scoffs, head shaking from side to side as he lifts a paw, offering a severe waggle. "Bloody rotten o' yah, sah. Doubts, pfah! Don'tcha know, I had t'choose: comfort a pretty gel with a wounded ear, or visit my broken and badly torn apart offisah. Naturally, ladies first, wot!" The soldier muses, elbow prone against his thigh as he settles his head atop a balled fist. "I hear the scoff is rotten, an' the nurses are like nails. Jolly sorry t'hear it."

Darklett snorts out a bit of laughter at Niveus, giving another strained attempt to sit upright. It hurts, but hey, it worked. "Well, good to see you've got your priorities straightened out. How've you been, though? Not spendin' too much time with Wimble that you're goin' soft on me, are you?" He winks at the fighter, grinning playfully.

Niveus shrugs his shoulders. "Wot can I say, she's prettier'n'you, sah." The buck sits upright, wetting his lips with thought before turning a solemn look to the officer. "Rather, sah, I've started t'pick up gardenin' an' resigned as a fighter to begin immediate duties as the mountain's official interior decoratin' commander. . . yeah, that was a jolly fib."

The door swings open and it is Quinten again, carrying yet another tray, it being nearly four in the afternoon its time to feed the Major and other injured again, Darklett being the major gets the first tray. Quinten begins to weave his way towards him and Niveus

Darklett squints at Niveus, bouncing a bit where he lays in the cot in quiet chuckles. "That's not funny, Niv..." he says, nonetheless, still grinning. "...I don't even think -Wimble- would let that happen to ya, heh. But it's good to see you. You never know who might get blindsided, or ganged up on in battle-- and I didn't know if you were there or not, so."

"No, actually, sah, didn't make it t'this one." Niveus admits, pausing only to pass a curious glance to the entering buck. Flashing a smile in greetings, the soldier returns his attention to the major. "Someone has t'stay behind an' guard the mountain, afterall. An' it was easier on m'gel while she was wounded, wot wot. It's blinkin' spiff t'see you, in one piece, more or less! Wot happened? Somethin' tells me you tried to take two score o' 'em yourself-- keep tellin' you sah, stick to only a score an' a half fer now."

Quinten hangs back not wishing to interupt the two talking, figures he'lkl wait for a handy opening before interupting"

Darklett smirks, resting back into the wall. "...It's quite the story, actually..." He shifts where he sits, and clears his throat. "Well, first of all, me and Zeraph were training, and that was all going fine... But he snapped, or something, and went crazy. Beat the living -hell- out of me, and dragged me to Halyard while I was unconscious. I stayed there for a couple days, then walked back, and on my way back I came across the Patrol about to engage the vermin. I had a long sword I borrowed from Halyard to protect myself, so I went in to the front lines-- stupid of me, seeing as I was still hurt from what Zeraph did..."

Niveus keeps silent during the tale, remarkably, brow arching as Zeraph's oddities are mentioned. "Pray tell, sah, wot happened to Zeraph? Or wot /will/ happen to 'em?" The buck asks, notably peeved that a lesser officer would lay a paw in anger upon a superior. "Rather, sah, didn't think you liked Halyard much. Seem to keep windin' up there as o' late."

Quinten definatly decides to hang back out of sight listening he's wanted to hear this same story since the Major got back

Darklett sighs. "I don't know. Can you keep quiet about it, though?" he asks, looking to Niveus seriously. "I don't want anything to happen to him." Shaking his head, he continues. "Anyway... I was actually doin' okay, even if I didn't have my knives, but a wildcat was gettin' the better of Colonel Zoe, and... Er, well. I kinda went paw to paw with him, and he took advantage of the fact that I was hurt. I got him in the end, but..." He looks down at himself with an ironic twist of his muzzle into a solemn smirk.

Niveus dips a nod, certainly not being one to contradict the officer's wishes despite his own feelings on the matter. "Rather interestin' tale, sah. I suppose y'know best about the whole ordeal with Zeraph." Studying the rather bandage-enveloped hare, the buck can't help but snicker. "Brave o' you, sah, but did you leave any bandages for the rest o' the patrol?"

Quinten decides its time to make his appearance he walks around the cabinet he's been behind and starts to move towards the Major "Dinner is here sah sorry its late again but we're still sorting the kitchens out from earlier"

Darklett snorts out a chuckle, demeanor changing. "Ah, yeah, there's plenty... Luckily, the vermin didn't get any of my legs, so beneath the sheets there're no bandages at all." As an illustration, he lifts up his legs completely off the cot, and wiggles his footpaws, before lowering them. "You missed a heck of a fight, though. You should've seen some of the vermin's surprise when they were running out of their camp to save themselves from the arrows..." He looks to Quinten, and smiles. "Ah, Quinten... As long as you keep bringin' me food, you're one of my favorite hares in the mountain..."

Niveus slips a look to the recruit, studying him incredulously. Glancing to and from the major, the buck shakes his head. "You let 'em feel you, sah? Bit risky," he muses, punctuating the statement with a grin. "Oh, I don't doubt that, sah. We have a knack o' making fights good'uns when it comes to makin' the verminy sort unhappy blighters. Say, they orderlies say anythin' about when you'll be fit to leave the bed, sah?"

Quinten blinks and looks at Niveus not quite sure waht to make of that statememnt "I'm glad tae help sir....and you need feeding up to get you out of bed..." going silent again

Darklett rolls his eyes. "I think the cooks serve the same food downstairs as they do up here, and it's still delicious." He snerks at Niveus, and shakes his head at the question of when he's getting out of bed. "I've got no idea, Niveus. It'll be a while, but even after I'm out, I had a talk with Colonel Zoe, and we agree I'll be off duty for a while."

Niveus scratches beneath his chin, obviously not prepared to accept the notion. "Do they? I don't remember that .. stuff bein' served downstairs," he says. "That long, sah? Pfah, where's that leave me'n'.. well, me, who's part o' yer patrol? Seem t' be lackin' any offisahs now!"

Quinten shifts from paw to paw "We prepare the same thing as everyone else had for the infirmary meals, unless the healers give us specific orders Private sah..." glances at Darklett and salutes "I should getr out of your way sah"

"...Well, you're right." Darklett hums to himself, ears folding at their tips. "Thanks, Quinten, make sure every hare gets some -good- food. My orders override the healers', alright?" He smirks, then goes back to the dilemma of his patrol being without leaders. "Hm. Uhh, guess my patrol'll have to go without any officers for a bit... You can organize patrols among yourselves, but nothing too big. I'll make sure the other majors can take you out on their regular patrols."

"Healers might as well be colonels," Niveus muses, presenting a parting nod to the recruit. "Good day, Quinten. Keep out o' trouble, y'hear?" Swiveling back to Darklett, the buck shrugs his shoulders. "As you say, sah. Think we could talk Colonel Zoe into lettin' us be the official larder patrol.. y'know, since we don't have proper leadership?"

Quinten chuckles softly at Niveus' words "I'd like to see you get past the cooks sir they are very stingy with who they let into that larder"

Darklett smirks at Niveus. "Larder patrol? Ha. No way I'd let you hares get rusty like that. You're to keep on duty as usual, just without me. Besides, you've got Buckthorn, and Taye, and... Well, Niv, you're a better fighter than me. It's not like you're lost without a major..."

Niveus offers a sidelong grim to the recruit, nodding with an all-too-keen understanding to the simple statement. "Oh! Taye'n'Buck, roight. Nearly forgot about 'em. . . y'don't think Buckthorn'd be interested in tendin' you, do ya? Bit o' a spoil sport, iffen you ask me, wot!" The soldier blushes, shying away from the compliment. "Thank you, sah, but y'know that's just wishful thinkin'!"

Darklett sighs in thought. "Well, if Buckthorn ever left the infirmary, he'd be my lieutenant in an instant. I just don't know if I'd like a healer lieutenant, no matter if he's the best in the mountain-- and you -are- a better fighter than me. I mean, your first day in the mountain you beat me in training... You're probably the best fighter in the mountain, Niv."

Quinten looks with whats approaching awe at the fighter, not having left yet despite saying he would, "He really beat you sir? Just like that?"

Niveus' inner ears are as red as ever, and he quickly sweeps them back out of sight. Glancing aside to the recruit, thankful for a moment to collect himself, the buck shakes his head. "Got lucky," he says, quirking an uneasy smile. "Don't go sayin' such things about me, sah. I've got a pale complexion an' pelt, you're liable t'turn it red."

Darklett really thought Quinten had left by then, his ears folding as he eyes the recruit. He didn't want to make that fact common knowledge. >.< "...Er, well... I was just sayin'. You three alone should be able to be leadership enough for the patrol. When you think about it, I'm not really that helpful in the long run, heh."

Quinten salutes and sidles off slowly ears pinned back trying to listen as long as he can

"Balderdash, sah." Niveus says, eyeing the fleeting recruit as he speaks out of the side of his muzzle. "You're a great leader, an' you're a major fer a reason, wot!"

Darklett earfolds, his mouth twisting slightly. "Eh, I don't know 'bout that." Hmph. Darklett seems to be gettin' a bit of the blues. "I practice all I want, I still end up getting hurt a lot. Surprised I'm still alive, y'know?"

Quinten is out of sight now and out of the infirmary heading back to his training

Niveus waggles a paw toward the officer, brow arching. "Sah, that's the bloomin' point. You're still alive! Don't matter how /good/ you are, we all get hurt in battle, wot! The fact is you're tough, an' you make it out one way or anudder."

Darklett's ears perk towards Niveus. "...I shouldn't even get hurt at all, though. I have to be -better- than them, or else one of these days, my luck's gonna run out."

Darklett adds, after a second of silence, "...And then, I'll be dead."

Niveus starts to reply, but pauses after the major submits his afterthought. The buck can't help but break into a soft chuckle, paw planting over his muzzle as he tries to stifle it. "Y-yeah! I suppose that's generally wot happens, ehehe, when you're luck runs out after bein' hurt, sah." The soldier composes himself, shooing merriment after clearing his throat. Pressing a paw to his temple, he taps it meaningfully. "It's all up here, sah. If you will yourself t'continue, you'll continue. Mind over matter an' all that jolly lot."

Darklett is mostly silent for a few seconds, only clearing his throat once or twice. "Well, I'll keep trying. But really, you need to give yourself the credit you deserve, too. Y'know? You're a great fighter, and I'm not kiddin' when you say you may be better than myself."

Niveus shuffles to a stand, leaning over to view the platter Quinten had brought in for the officer. Wetting his lips, the buck glances toward the wounded hare. "Must be somethin' they put in the food," he declares before straightening, smile folding over his muzzle. "Well, thank you sah, I appreciate the compliments. M'grandpappy'd be proud t'hear it." Resolutely, the buck heaves a sigh, stretching his arms out. "Ah well, I suppose I should get movin' on, sah. Don't want to talk your ears off, an' you need your rest!"

Darklett smiles. "Hey, Niv. Thanks for stoppin' by. I might be in here for a while, so don't be a stranger." He lifts his forearm in a wave to the fighter. "You'd probably make your grandpappy proud every day if he could see ya. Stop in again, alright?"

"Oh, I jolly will do, sah." Niveus says, stepping back a pace before being frozen to continue the parting words. "Thank you, sah. I'm sure 'e's proud enough, an' chucklin' every time I trip over somethin' or lose a sword." The buck returns the wave, quick to present a salute in turn. "Bye, sah!" He says, whirling about before making his way free of the chamber.

Newel peeks into the room, hearing voices of the major and others. He pulls back just as Niveus approaches the doorway. He casts the fighter a quick nod, and appears to be hiding something behind his back. He shuffles along the wall of the room so whatever he hides can't be seen, making his way along the wall toward Darklett.

Darklett rests back against the wall, and begins to eat his dinner, chomping on a nice bit of vegetable stew. Newel is spotted, and he smiles again to have another visitor. "Newel, hey. Nice to see you again!"

Newel nods to the major, putting a paw up in a salute while the other continues to conceal whatever he has behind his back. "'Ello, majah." He attempts a faint smile, otherwise looking a hint nervous. "Continuin' to 'mend, sah?"

Darklett eyes Newel, definitely noticing he's hiding -something- behind his back. "Yeah, feelin' better every day, but... Eh, still think I should stick to the infirmary for a bit longer. How're you?"

Newel smirks, an eyebrow raising. "'M all right," answers the recruit. "Though I 'mit, the longah I see you in 'ere sah, the more I 'ope I stay all right." He glances behind him as both paws again are handling whatever he hides behind his back. "..I eh..made somethin' for ye, wot."

Darklett tilts his head. "Well, glad to know I can be a positive influence..." He chuckles, then eyes Newel again. "You made somethin' for me?" Earfold. "...Really?" The major is surprised to say the least, eyebrows raised. "Er, what is it?"

"Somethin' I learnt from me past days on th' farm, wot," explains Newel as one of his paws brings the gift into view. It's a straw hat. No holes for the ears show, which the recruit explains. "I didn't cut 'oles fer th'ears since I didn't know if ye'd fancy havin' 'em 'r not, or where t'put 'em if yout did want 'em, wot." He holds the hat forward for the major to take, a hopeful look on his face.

Darklett's ears perk back up as Newel mentions his farm days, and he brightens as he sees the straw hat. "...Wow..." He smiles and raises his paw forward, taking it and spinning it around, inspecting it from all sides. Never having had experience with farming, let alone hats like this, his ears fold backwards to accommodate the hat, and he places it on his head... Backwards. XD

Quinten walks back into sight through the infirmary door carrying another set of trays, he delivers them to the varous injured hares, a couple more recruits behind him droppin g off more food, finally he moves towards the Major again

( A smile begins to grow on Newel's face as he can tell the major approves. "D'you want 'oles for yer ears, sah?" asks the recruit before his own ears pick up Quinten walking in, and he glances his way. )

Darklett shakes his head. "No, this'll be great... Thanks!" He looks a little goofy with the straw hat's brim completely backwards, but... Hey, he likes it. He looks back to where Quinten enters, and his forearm raises in a wave.

Quinten salutes the Major "Hello aghain sir, just stopping by to take your tray away"

Newel's gaze quickly shifts back to Darklett to give a nod and a wider smile. "Glad y'like it, sah," he says before looking Quinten's way again. His eyes narrow as if trying to remember something. "..'S Quint'n, right?"

Darklett's ears twitch behind his head, and he finishes off the last remaining bits of his dinner, before leaning back, opening up room for Quinten to take the tray, eyes going up to inspect the brim of the hat. Hehe.

Quinten leans in and takes the tray "Hope you enjoyed it sir" he looks at the other recruit and smiles "Yup thats me Quin'll do fer me name, your NEwel right?"

Newel nods, watching as Quinten takes the tray. "Aye, tha's me all right," he answers, his gaze settling back on Darklett as the Major adjusts the hat.

Quinten smiles at Newel and winks "Good to see you again mate, maybe we can spar together sometime soon?"

Quinten grins and pats the wooden practice sabre thrust through his belt "Sabre, its what the Major here recommended i use and so i use it and am glad to do so"

Newel ohs as his eyes fall upon said sabre. "I see. I don' carry mine 'round much. Guess I should, wot?"

Quinten shakes his head "Nah i only carry mine about because i made it myself"

Newel ohs again. "That makes sense then, wot. Don't think I could make a sturdy one o' me own. Musta taken some time, eh?"

Quinten chuckels and nods his head "Well i had plenty of practice carving wood back home my pa was a carpenter he taught me"

Newel laughs back a little. "Not me." He motions to the straw hat the Major now wears. "'Twas the farm fer me."

Quinten grins and nods "Farming is good too, i'm glad to be in the patrol though, anyway if you will excuse me i gott to get this back down to the kitchens, see you soon newel"

Newel gives Quinten a farewell nod before his attention goes back to the Major. "'Ow's it fit, sah?"

Quinten leaves the room to take the tray back downstairs

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