Skipped Training Session (I geuss you could say our chars were talking about the Redemption of Marek TP. Maybe...)
Ferravale Chieftain's home
Blisa the cat, Ferdinand the ferret, Clarissa the rat, Valerie the vixen. Nightbreath the ermine.
Nightbreath knocks on the door to the Chieftain's home. "Blisa? Are you there?"
Clarissa the rat guard opens the door. Upon seeing who's knocking, she steps to the side, saying, "The Seer' here to see you." Blisa is sitting curled up in a chair, her drawing supplies spread around her. Her brows are drawn together, and she looks frustrated. Valerie the vixen healer is standing by the fireplace, painting something. Ferdinand is sitting cross-legged on the hearth, sewing white bands onto the left upper arms of a pile of Ferravale guard uniform tunics. Basilisk and the other bodyguards are nowhere to be seen. The cat glances up at the ermine, then goes back to drawing, muttering something.
Nightbreath kneels down next to Blisa. "Is everything all right?" he asks, saying nothing of the sparring session that Blisa missed.
Blisa scowls as she sets down her red pencil. The picture she's drawing is of a fox laying facedown in the dirt with a knife sticking out of his back. "Oh, sure, everything is just peachy-keen. Forget the fact that Marek is back. Forget the fact that I promised Dad that I'd try to give him a second chance. Forget the fact that somebeast may be coming down here to try and take over Mossflower. AGAIN. Forget all that junk and I'm just snazzy." Her sarcasm is oozing like heated honey.
Nightbreath doesn't even blink. "Very well, but that is no excuse to miss a training session. In fact, it makes it even more serious."
Blisa wrinkles her nose as she picks up her brown pencil. "Yah, go stuff it up your nose." "Blitha!" Ferdinand glares at her warningly. The cat scowls more deeply, crosses her arms and glares at the floor as she mumbles an apology.
Nightbreath doesn't react still. "Apology accepted. But if you miss a training session in such dire times, think about what could happen."
Blisa blinks. "What?" Ferdinand goes back to his sewing as he says, "I think that meanth if you mith your training thethinth...thethinthth...*sigh*timeth, you won't be ath prepeared if you do indeed need to fight." Clarissa nods, then lobs off one of her knives at the easel that Valerie's canvas is on. Without even looking up from her art, the quiet-voiced vixen says gently, "And if you ever hope to be able to defeat Clari in a knife-throwing tournament, you need to practice throwing." The cat gently kicks the arm of her chair, sullen.
Nightbreath waits for the process to go through Blisa's mind patiently, saying nothing, waiting with impenetrable calm.
Blisa she turns her glare to the ermine. "What if I don't want to? Or I'm afraid I'll hurt somebeast?" Ferdinand rolls his eyes, then yelps as he pricks his finger with a needle. After sucking on it, he makes a spitting noise and holds the bleeding appendage out to Valerie, who just sighs, puts down her painting supplies, and starts attending to the injury. Clarissa, bends over them, watching intently.
"Then you will surely die," Nightbreath returns smoothly. "Sometimes you have to fight and there's no other choice."
Blisa looks to the ceiling. "Well, I didn't want to train today. I'm sorry. I'm just having problems with this whole Marek thing. And I figured you probably didn't want me biting you again" Ferdinand's finger is fixed now, and the guards go back to the activities they were doing.
"Better to learn with a bite, than to remain ignorant and whole." Nighbreath nods. "Apology accepted. If it makes you feel any better, I don't trust Marek yet either."
Blisa tilts her head to one side. "Why not? I thought for sure you'd know if he was trustworthy or not."
"I know that he believes himself to be trustworthy, but I don't know if that'll remain true as time goes by," the Seer explains. "The road to Dark Forest, they say, is paved with good intentions..."
Blisa twists in her chair so her head is upside-down and her feet are on the back of it. "Who said that? I've never read that phrase before." Ferdinand says, without looking up, "You jutht haven't read enough bookth." Valerie and Clarissa try really hard to not laugh as the cat poufs up slightly. "Well, it's not my fault. I don't have enough time in the day to read before it's time to go to bed."
"Aronuur used to say it," Nightbreath says, laughing softly. "No offense meant, I'm sure."
Blisa suddenly shouts, "DAYS AREN'T LONG ENOUGH!!!!!!" The guards wince, and Clarissa, who was the closest, wiggles a finger in her ear. "Oi, you'd think we were being boarded! Not so loud, please!"
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