RetCon One: The RP that refused to happen
After several failed attempts to get an RP going to bring Gwen back into the Abbey, I've decided to do it the [1] way... Okay, it's not really a retcon, it just doesn't involve any other players than me.
If you want to get involved, there's nothing saying you didn't see this happen, or hear about it from someone. After all, does wrestling in the mud makes for interesting gossip, no?
Gwen's probably in the infirmary after this with a concussion to deal with. My apologies to whoever had to wash her up. (And her clothes!)
A light but steady drizzling of rain from the grey afternoon sky has turned the open ground into a field of mud. Every beast who can has retreated indoors, but some pitiful, soggy creatures still hurry from shelter to shelter.
Every beast but two.
A pair of doe hares, newly arrived through the gates, have thrown off their bags in the mud and are facing off in a furious argument. They're similar enough that they have to be sisters, but one is obviously the elder, being rounder and fuller in body.
"Well, whose freakin' idea was it t' send 'im here in th' first place!?" the younger shouts in a shrill voice. She jabs her finger at her sibling's chest, making it obvious who the accused is.
The elder sister slaps the accusing hand away angrily. "You coulda taken better care of 'im!" she screams back. "That's wha' I sent you t' do, but no... you jus' 'ad to go hide in a barrel o' brandy!" She rolls her eyes and practically spits her contempt at her little sister.
Unable to come up with a verbal response, Gwen just screams out and gives her sibling a hard shove in the chest.
The sudden shove causes Mary to lose her footing in the mud and she falls on her back in the wet mud with a scream. She doesn't stay down for long though, getting to her feet with furious agility, screaming. "Tha's it, you stinkin' pest!!!"
At this point a passing mouse decides he can't allow the fighting to go on anymore. He drops the firewood he was carrying, hoists up his novice's robe to keep it from getting dirty and runs toward the hares, yelling "Stop it! Stop it right now!" in a somewhat nervous voice.
Gwen has just raised her fist to give her sister a black eye when she catches sight of the approaching novice and hesitates.
Mary hasn't seen or heard the novice, but she does see the fist threatening her and strikes first, aiming a right hook at her dear sister's head, putting her entire weight behind the blow.
The blow, which would probably have knocked Gwen clean out gets somewhat deflected by her turning her head to the mouse, but it's still enough to knock her off her feet and onto her face in the mud.
The novice finds the slippery mud makes it hard to stop or change direction, and he bumps straight into Mary in a very undignified way.
The bump almost causes Mary to lose her footing again, but she manages to both stay on her feet and catch the novice. The interruption seems to have driven off her lust for blood at least, and she gives her floored sister a confused look, as if wondering how she wound up there. It only lasts for a fraction of a second however, before she returns to action. "Well, I'm no' stayin' one night in 'is place!" she declares. She puts the mouse on his feet and turns away to stomp out through the gate.
Gwen seems to have lost her momentum as well. She is bleeding from her nose and mouth, and completely covered in cold wet mud; and she is finding it strangely difficult to get to her feet. After a few clumsy attempts she manages to get on her hands and knees at least, and then to a sitting position, blinking against the light and trying to focus her eyes on the mouse in front of her.
Although the novice is still just as stunned as Gwen is, other novices of various ages have appeared from various places, and are murmuring among themselves. One of them is practical enough to gather up the tossed away bags before they are completely ruined by the wet, and is distributing them to his reluctant peers.
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