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Post by Margorr on Nov 22, 2015 19:15:57 GMT -5
"Aye, sounds good. I've got a few places in mind to show you!!" Tarlya set her glass down on the table, not wanting to carry it around. Taking Taurian's suggestion of food though, she picked up a scone, wrapped it in a napkin, then tucked it into a pocket. After waiting for Taurian to grab something, she gently takes the other otters paw, and leads her off towards Great Hall, letting go of Taurian's paw about halfway there.
"I know you were here earlier, but it was raining so you probably didn't get to look around much." She said, opening the main Abbey door. "It's evening now but you should come back down here in the daytime, it's spectacular. The light comes in through the stained glass, the colors are quite nice. Great Hall is normally where we have feasts, but everybeast's been inside all winter, the fresh air is good for them."
She stops partway down Great Hall, and turns face the tapestry of Martin the Warrior. She gestures dramatically at it, before launching into a speech about Martin.
"And this of course is one of our Abbey's most treasured artifacts, the Tapestry of Martin the Warrior!! Judging by your accent I would say you're from North of here. You might have heard of Martin, but if not, he was probably one of the greatest mice who ever lived. He freed this land from tyrants, and built our Abbey. We owe a lot to him. That's his sword hanging over there," she points to the sword of Martin, and then drops her voice to a whisper. "If you want to touch it, I won't stop you. We're not really supposed to, but I mean I have a few times. When no one was around. Especially don't let the dibbuns see."
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Post by Taurian on Nov 22, 2015 19:36:10 GMT -5
Taurian was at first surprised by the warmth of Tarlya's hand in hers, but felt a pang of regret when the other ottermaid let go.
Her disappointment was forgotten as she gazed upon the windows of Great Hall. The Rambrook holt was rather crowded, and she had never seen such a beautiful room. "I bet it's beautiful in the moonlight, too," she said softly, looking around in wonder.
"Aye, north, an' a bit east. This Martin feller 'as the look o' a great warrior. It's a beautiful tapestry," Taurian remarked, eyes roaming the weaving, picking out the details of the scene. As Tarlya spoke, her gaze fell upon the sword. At Tarlya's words, her paws itched to hold the blade. Casting an eye around for the smaller creatures, she reached her paws out and lifted the blade from its stand. Thankee, sir, fer yer abbey's 'ospitality. I've been 'ere not more than a week, an' I'd die defendin' these stones an' what they stand for. She stole a glance at Tarlya from the corner of her eye. May the tempest watch o'er ye, Martin the Warrior. Taurian replaced the sword. "Thank you," she breathed, partly to Tarlya, partly to the Abbey Warrior.
She shook her head, and her eyes cleared. She grinned at Tarlya. "Where tae next, Tarlya?"
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Post by Margorr on Nov 22, 2015 22:09:35 GMT -5
Tarlya heard the quiet comment about the moonlight, and made a mental note to bring Taurian down next time the moon was full. She watched the other take Martin's sword from it's place on it's stand, and look it over reverently for a few minutes. She kind of understood how the other otter felt, she'd felt rather in awe the first time she held the great sword too.
Nodding in acknoledgement of Taurian's "thank you" Tarlya made her way over to stand next to the other otter.
"Well, I suppose we could go to the kitchens or the cellars, but I'm not sure they'd appreciate us in there right now, so we'll save those for another time. " She looked up to Martin for a minute, before deciding on where she wanted to go next. "Well, you already've been to Cavern Hole, and the dormitories, so how about we go to the library? We've got quite the collection." She started walking towards the libary as she continued talking. "Lots of old records of Abbey life. The more valuable ones are off limits to anyone but the recorder. We're working on making copies of some of them now, you know. Got some books of poems, songs, stories, but I really like what some of our Abbey records say. Some of them are better than fiction. We've got quite a storied past."
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Post by Taurian on Nov 23, 2015 15:55:41 GMT -5
Taurian had heard of libraries from Skipper, as he told her stories of his visit to the Maelstrom. The Maelstrom's library was supposedly built into a cave, with a waterfall running through the center of the room. Apparently Bear the Wanderer, the founder of Maelstrom, had made it a cave room to remind them of their northern home. Skipper's "library" consisted of a small shelf, with a few cartographer's books, a cookbook, and a few listings of herbs and medical supplies and procedures. Taurian was fascinated by history, and fantasy stories, having known very little about the lore of her family's home.
"The library sounds great, Tarlya. I've never been in a library, actually. Skip's shelf doesnae count, an' I've ne'er been tae the Maelstrom,"she commented as they walked. "D'ye suppose they've got any stories about an estuary far tae the east o' this place?"
{If you want, I'm not sure if Tarlya's heard Tsaron's story about Bear, but it would be an interesting tie-in if she remembers the story and the Maelstrom and sort of connects the dots a bit about Taurian. It's totally up to you though. If I ever have Tsaron and Taurian interact I know that I'm going to have Tsaron be like "whoa that story is actually real the Maelstrom is a real place? ??" so yeah.}
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Post by Margorr on Nov 24, 2015 20:53:13 GMT -5
((She actually was not around for that story, if you're referring to when it was told in the RP :c ))
Tarlya had to think about Taurian's question. She'd heard tales about the east, but she couldn't quite remember them. Shaking her head, she answered the other otter.
"I'm not sure. We've got lots of recordings of tales told by travelers. There's probably something!! Our recorder or gatehouse keeper might know for sure. I can help you look though! It's easier with two, you know." She was quiet for a minute before asking, "Why do you want to know?"
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Post by Taurian on Nov 25, 2015 5:02:03 GMT -5
{I was talking more in general, I guess, because Tsaron has told the story before, enough times for the dibbuns to request it as "the water badger story," but it's entirely up to you whether or not she would have heard it at any point.}
"I was told some tales o' the east when I was young, an' I've always wanted tae know more about the folks there." Taurian chose her words carefully, not wanting to lie, but not wanting to reveal her entire story. She paused and looked at Tarlya for a moment, before adding, "My family's from the east, I was told, an' since I've ne'er got tae meet them, I'd like tae at least know about their homeland. We dinnae 'ave tae go too much out o' the way tae find records right now. Maybe tis best tae leave that for a rainy day as well, and enjoy the stories o' this place today."
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Post by Margorr on Nov 27, 2015 1:01:04 GMT -5
((I made this it's own thread so we don't distract too much from the feast. When they go back to the feast, we can move it back to Redwall.))
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Post by Margorr on Nov 27, 2015 2:12:20 GMT -5
((Oh boo I forgot he's told it a lot. I haven't read the gatehouse thread (I think that's the thread it's in?) in a while.))
Nodding as she listened to the other otter talk about the east was starting to bring back memories of something Tsaron said. The owl liked to tell stories of the east, though Tarlya had to admit she never really paid attention to them.
"Aye, we've got good stories. Mayhaps you should listen to Tsaron next time they sit the dibbuns down for story time. Though these days all the dibbuns want to hear are stories about water badgers, I think it is. Bear I think is the fellows name."
Having reached the library, she turned the door handle, hoping that no one had locked it up. Fortunately, the library was open tonight. She stepped inside and held the door open for Taurian.
"This is the library!! Things are ordered mostly by age, though reference books are separated from history, and history from fiction and so on."
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Post by Taurian on Nov 27, 2015 11:17:46 GMT -5
"Bear the Wanderer, by any chance?" Taurian asked. She had met the owl briefly; they seemed like a very nice old fellow. They had been rather shocked to see her, though. Like they had seen a ghost, or seen a story come to life. "They're a big part o' Riverbull 'istory," she added.
Taurian gasped as she entered the library and looked around. She tried to focus on Tarlya's words, but she kept being distracted by the rows and rows of books behind her. Their spines called out to her, their hidden histories beckoned her. "This place is amazing, Tarlya! What d'ye suppose we oughtae look at first?"
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Post by Margorr on Nov 27, 2015 14:32:00 GMT -5
"It is quite amazing, isn't it? I'm not sure where to start. You said earlier about learning about the histories of this place, lets start there!!" She took Taurian's paw again and walked with her over to one of the shelves. She lets go of the other otters paw so she can reach up and grab one of the books off the tall shelf.
"Let's see. Ah! This one is a copy of the recordings from the Summer of the Late Rose. Matthias the Warrior. I read this one the other day, it's quite good." She hands it to Taurian and takes another one off the shelf, and flips to a random page. "Oh and this one tells about Abbess Mhera, and her brother Deyna. Rather sad that one, right in the beginning. Lets see... this one's from shortly after Sister Rosabel retired, and it's got illustrations in it. The recorder at that time was quite an artist."
She picked a few other books off the shelves as well, and piled them all up.
"There! Do any of these strike your fancy, Taurian?"
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Post by Taurian on Nov 28, 2015 14:46:11 GMT -5
Taurian wobbled a bit, weighted down with the pile of volumes. "The one about the otterqueen sounds interesting," Taurian said. "So does the one about Deyna. I 'eard a bit about 'im from some shrews. Never 'eard of Green Isle though." She picked the book on the top of the pile, and flipped through it with her free paw. The stack of books began to teeter, and then began to fall. Taurian was able to hold on to the books near the bottom of the stacks, but the others slipped from her arms.
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Post by Margorr on Nov 28, 2015 16:02:41 GMT -5
Tarlya gasped and scrambled to pick up the books that had fallen off the pile. She stacked them back up on the edge of the shelf instead of handing them back to Taurian.
"Ah it's okay!! They're not hurt. Just don't tell any of the sisters that we dropped them. I don't want to sit through another lecture about proper handling of library materials. I'm sorry I gave you so many." She reshelved all but the two Taurian had mentioned. She took one and left the other with Taurian.
"Okay! Let's go take a look at these. They set up a nice little spot for reading. You can have the big chair, it used to belong to the old badgermom some seasons before I came here. It's so soft, if I sit in it I tend to fall asleep."
There was a spot near the window that was designated for anybeast who wanted to sit in the library and read. There was a big soft armchair, amongst some other places to sit, and a table, which Tarlya set the book she was carrying down on. It was still dusk so there was some light coming in through the window, but she went ahead and lit some of the candles anyway to give the room a bit more light.
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Post by Taurian on Nov 30, 2015 15:54:12 GMT -5
Taurian plopped down in the big chair, and looked through the book in her paws. It was the one about the otters of Green Isle, and the high otterqueen, the Rhulain. She glanced down, and began to read one of the passages aloud. She stopped after a few paragraphs. "My voice ain't much good fer readin' aloud. Ye 'ave a nice voice, Tarlya, would ye are tae read?" The ottermaid held out the volume, a faint blush dusting her cheeks.
{I was going to put in a passage from the book but I couldn't find the file}
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Post by Margorr on Dec 1, 2015 2:29:42 GMT -5
((No worries!))
Tarlya had ended up with the copy of the story of the Taggerung, but had set it on the table to listen to Taurian read from her book. Blushing slightly at the complement, she gently took the book from Taurian when it was offered to her.
"Ahaha well, then you very much, that's rather kind of you to say. I'd be glad to read it aloud for you. We'll read as long as you'd like, I'm not sure how long you want to be away from the festivities. This recording is rather long though, so we might have to split it up between a day or two anyway. Now lets see..." She wondered if anyone even missed them. Probably not, there was too much going on otherwise. Tarlya skimmed the book until she found where Taurian had stopped reading.
"Lycian still had her best seasons before her. She was rather young to be Mother Abbess of all Redwall. However, nobeast could deny that the pretty, slender mouse possessed wisdom, judgement and the good sense of most creatures twice her age...."
((Last quote there is actually from High Rhulain. I don't have my book with me but Google Books gives a good sample of the beginning.))
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Post by Taurian on Dec 2, 2015 16:45:29 GMT -5
Taurian smiled, and allowed her mind to wander a bit as Tarlya began to read. She remembered the storms she had weathered since leaving the holt. Would've been nice tae be in an abbey like this. She wondered, in the back of her mind, if Skipper was okay. She missed him greatly. Did Presa miss her father? Taurian frowned slightly, giving her head a minute shake to dissipate her thoughts of her former home, and refocused on Tarlya's voice.
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??" so yeah.}
bye!
