♦ A Morning of Ill Tidings
Dec 13, 2015 2:42:33 GMT -5
Post by Captain Bigwig on Dec 13, 2015 2:42:33 GMT -5
At first, the General paid no mind to the two hares approaching, the pain in his heart overwhelming him. All his life, he'd devoted himself to the Long Patrol, and now... now...
However, the moment the satchel of rations and bedroll were bestowed upon him, he clumsily took them in his arms, so confused that he didn't honestly understand what the meaning of it all was. Why were they giving him this? Was it to mock him for losing?
Looking up at Lord Lasair with a wide eye, the General's jaw dropped ever so slightly, the badger lord's chuckling making him twitch a bit. Was this real? Was this really happening? He was... they were letting him come?
Dropping the satchel and bedroll, and despite his aches and pains, the General rushed forward, reaching out to take Molan by the wrist. Despite their ages, and their rank, despite everything Ridgewell believed in, he couldn't help but grin before saying, "Thank you, sah. Thank you. I-I promise, you won't regret this."
However, the moment the satchel of rations and bedroll were bestowed upon him, he clumsily took them in his arms, so confused that he didn't honestly understand what the meaning of it all was. Why were they giving him this? Was it to mock him for losing?
Looking up at Lord Lasair with a wide eye, the General's jaw dropped ever so slightly, the badger lord's chuckling making him twitch a bit. Was this real? Was this really happening? He was... they were letting him come?
Dropping the satchel and bedroll, and despite his aches and pains, the General rushed forward, reaching out to take Molan by the wrist. Despite their ages, and their rank, despite everything Ridgewell believed in, he couldn't help but grin before saying, "Thank you, sah. Thank you. I-I promise, you won't regret this."
bye!
