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Post by Thrush on Oct 8, 2015 19:54:35 GMT -5
Taran couldn't help but stare awe-struck at the sight before her, trying to take the great structure in.,despite the rain The sandstone looked slmost pink; she could spot ivy creeping up along the stone. Redwall loomed high above her head, its towers and turrets seeming to almost touch the sky itself. The Abbey was even bigger than she'd thought, and more wonderful than she could have imagined. It was almost strange to think that she'd made it. She'd heard tales of this place her whole life, but to actually be here... That was something else. It was a home and haven for goodbeasts in Mossflower, a place of peace and friendship. Not to mention a place of amazing feasts! And those great red walls had withstood seasons upon seasons--and battle upon battle--and still they stood.
It had been a long journey, truth be told, but it was easily worth it. She was actually here. A smile flitted across her face at the thought. Her small harp, carefully wrapped in bark-cloth, bumped against her back with every step she took toward the great wooden gates. Her dark eyes flicked toward the ramparts for just a moment. From where she stood, she couldn't tell if there was anybeast up there or not... Ah, well. Taran hesitated before the gates for a second, not quite sure if she should announce her presence in case there were beasts about or whether she should just knock. Even so, she wasn't sure if just knocking would be easy to hear over the rain, andreally didn't want to stay out in this weather longer than she had to... So, she cupped her paws around and called, "Can somebeast open the gate, please?"
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Post by cascade on Oct 9, 2015 10:29:33 GMT -5
Avulrill had been locked out. He'd gotten a bit of wander-lust the day before, so he obtained some snacks from the good Friar and let himself out through the east wallgate. He'd been told that if he called through the gate, someone would be there to let him in. However, there was no one there upon his return. They were probably all inside, hiding from the rain, he assumed.
Feeling a bit foolish, the young otter drags his paw along the rough wall as he walks toward the main gate. The rain which called him home early makes his small haversack feel heavy and scratchy against his back, and his clothes stick to his fur. The muddy ground sucks at his footpaws.
Rounding the corner, he sees Taran standing in awe. Isn't today just his lucky day! Maybe she can open the front gate for him, or already has someone inside unbolting it.
"Heya! Matey! You wouldn't happen to know if that big ol' door's open or not would ya?" He calls out, paws cupped around his mouth.
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Post by Margorr on Oct 11, 2015 0:01:42 GMT -5
A nap on top of the Abbey wall ad left Tarlya out in the rain. She didn't immediately wake up when it had started raining, which was why she was now soaked to the bone, and making her way down the wall steps. She considered taking shelter in the gatehouse, but seeing as how she was already soaked, she might as well make her way to the main building. Being an otter she didn't mind being wet too much, the rain today was just cold, and she hated wearing a wet habit. It made it quite heavy. She was about halfway down the stairs when she heard someone call out over on the other side of the wall. She didn't immediately recognize the voice, so she hesitated a moment before heading back up the steps.
She peered cautiously out over the wall. There was a little mouse down there she didn't recognize, and that made her a little nervous. She did, however, recognize Avulrill down there as well. She knew he'd gone out, but didn't expect him back so soon. She felt a little better having him there, so she shouted down at the two beasts below.
"Hello!! I'll be down shortly!"
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Post by Thrush on Oct 14, 2015 23:05:52 GMT -5
Taran gazed up at the Abbey once more, her whiskers twitching thoughtfully. She wasn't entirely sure if anybeast had heard her call, what with the rain coming down and all... She rather hoped that somebeast had, though. Sure, she appreciated the view of the Abbey. But if it was all one, she'd honestly prefer to see the inside and have a chance to dry off a bit. Taran hoped that her harp was all right--still, the sturdy bark-cloth wrapping hadn't failed her yet.
The next thing she knew, an unfamiliar voice made itself heard over the rain. She turned toward the call; a tall otter clad in a long brown tunic was heading toward her. The mousemaid couldn't help but wonder if this fellow lived here at Redwall, or if he was a traveler, too.
She shook her head and cupped her paws around her mouth to make herself a bit easier to hear.
"Dunno. I only just got here meself, I'm afraid. Hopin' it is, though..."
Just then, she heard a voice from above. The mousemaid's ears pricked up; she glanced up at the otherbeast. Looked like an ottermaid--aye, wearing the green habit. Taran couldn't help but grin.
"Thanks!" she called up to the ottermaid, paws still cupped 'round her mouth.
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Post by Gingivere-Greeneyes on Oct 17, 2015 17:16:29 GMT -5
(The continuation of ' Scouting' for Kiostra and Taurian, thought this would be the easiest way to go about it) The corners of a golden beak curled up in a snarl as the first drops of rain fell from the suddenly grey sky. Kiostra had been sitting on the corner of the walls for a good few minutes, it turned out that no one had noticed her after all. And fairly soon the big brown badger had ushered everyone inside when the rain came on. Of course she could have called after them, stopped them and asked them to open gate, but that was beneath her, literally. Her head snapped around as she heard voices coming from down below. Scrunching her eyes, she identified two shapes down near where the gate was, one long and large and the other small. Kiostra heard the mouse on the wall-top too, talking about going down to open the gate. Perfect. She turned her head in the direction of Taurian and gave a loud, wordless screech before she swooped down towards the small group. Wordlessly, she eyed them up and down without a word, before turning around to watch for the otter traveller coming. |
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Post by cascade on Oct 17, 2015 17:49:28 GMT -5
Avulrill ran a paw across his brow, flicking the water away from his eyes (although more water just continued to run down his face), and bounded the last few paces so he stood by Taran at the main gate.
"Ah! Hello! And thanks, from the bottom of our near-drowned hearts, I'm sure!" He calls to Tarlya before winking at the mouse. "I do believe that's me matey Tarlya, and she'll have the gate open in a jiffy for us, she if she doesn't. Hmm, I don't think I've seen either of ye before..." Avulrill looks the buzzard up and down. "And ain't you a sight to see! Are ye looking to come in with us?" The cheery otter's a bit startled to see the large bird, but as always, he's willing to befriend anyone. Especially if it means getting out of the infernal rain and into a nice dry, warm tunic.
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Post by Margorr on Oct 17, 2015 21:21:39 GMT -5
Tarlya gave a final wave to Avulrill before making her way carefully down the steps towards the gate. She completely missed the arrival of the vulture, which was sure to be a surprise to her once she opened the gates. She got down to the grass and winced as mud squished up into her paws. I really should start wearing shoes. she thought as she made her way past the gatehouse to the gate. At least it was dry underneath the wall.
Carefully, Tarlya unlatched the door and opened it for the poor wet beasts outside, and sure enough, jumped back a bit when she noticed the vulture. Avulrill didn't seem bothered by it, neither did the other mouse, but Tarlya made a note to stay a ways away from the bird.
"W-won't you all come in? I know it's raining, but you're already soaked so I think it'd be best if we made our way to Cavern Hole. It's warm there and I can get you some fresh clothes."
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Post by Taurian on Oct 18, 2015 6:21:29 GMT -5
Once more nodding her thanks to Kiostra, Taurian let the ottermaid usher her and the other travelers inside the gates. 'Twill be good to be in dry clothes again,' she mused, wracking her mind for the last time she had washed her tunic. It had been too long, certainly. She glanced at the ottermaid as she came in, and smiled at her. She was about Taurian's age, and any otter at all was sure to be good company. Fighting down the stinging thoughts that threatened to overwhelm her, she stuck out her paw, saying, "I'm Taurian Riverbull. I 'ope we can be friends."
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Post by Thrush on Oct 28, 2015 19:10:37 GMT -5
(Sorry this took so darn long... Things have been a bit hectic lately.)
A sudden screech split the air. Startled, Taran glanced about in an effort to find the source of the noise. She needn't have waited long, though, for a great brown bird came swooping down seemingly out of nowhere. The mousemaid gazed up at the great buzzard for a second, surprised, then hastily turned her attention to the otter as he spoke. She didn't exactly want to risk offending the buzzard, after all... Ah, so the ottermaid up on the wall was called Tarlya, then. The otter seemed pretty confident that she'd be down quickly to let them in, and Taran herself was fairly sure of it, as well.
"Gotta admit, I like the sound of that..."
It'd be grand to see the inside of the Abbey, to be sure. Not to mention she rather liked the thought of getting out of the rain. Oh, being inside and listening to the drumming of rain on the roof was all well and good, but being outside in it was another matter entirely. Soon enough, Tarlya did come down and opened up the door--jumping back a bit afterwards. Seemed like Taran hadn't been the only one surprised. They were soon ushered inside. Now, Taran wasn't entirely sure what (or rather, where) Cavern Hole was... But it sure did sound nice--the name had a cozy sort of ring to it. One thing was certain; the chance to dry off and get out of her wet tunic sounded lovely.
"Much obliged to ye, Tarlya," Taran said gratefully.
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bye!
