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Post by ginger on Sept 12, 2016 21:47:54 GMT -5
Gingers eyes wandered up and down the many bookshelves. She stood tip-pawed like a dibbun, craning her head to see all the books and scrolls. She heard the quiet conversation between the corporal and Frederick but didn't eavesdrop on the two. She didn't look over at Frederick when he rounded the corner and came to her.
"No, not too. Or at least, not yet that is."
She looked high and low at the hundreds of tales that surrounded her and Frederick. She didn't know if she had seen so many book in her life.
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Post by Thrush on Sept 13, 2016 20:46:11 GMT -5
Frederick
He regarded the haremaid for a moment, noting how she stood on tip-paw, her head tilted back as if she was trying to get a glimpse of everything on the dusty bookshelves. Miss Westbrook didn’t immediately turn to face him, but rather murmured something about not finding anything interesting. It sounded rather like she was thinking aloud, actually. Frederick himself was hardly a stranger to chatting to himself when going through his herbs and such... After a moment, Miss Westbrook turned to face him, removing the dust from her paws.
He tilted his head slightly and thoughtfully adjusted his satchel’s strap. What were they going to do? The whole night seemed to stretch out before him. Why, there a whole Abbey to be explored… Or perhaps he could survey the Abbey’s infirmary. Or there was always the option of popping into the kitchens. He couldn’t help but wonder how Dianthus was holding up. The lanky hare regretted not being able to spend much time with his friend of late. Between various duties and patrols… It was a shame, really, and he needed to make a better effort. On the other paw, he also didn’t want to be rude to Miss Westbrook, especially since she had been kind to him. In all honesty, Frederick wouldn’t have minded the chance to chat with her…
"I say, would you like to stay here?" He asked. "We could settle down with a good book, or perhaps chat a bit?"
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Post by ginger on Sept 13, 2016 21:04:41 GMT -5
Hearing his reply, she smiled.
"I'd love to chat with you! Let's go find a little nook to sit in."
She beckoned for him to follow her as she began to manuver through the labyrinth of shelves, looking for a decent place to relax. She'd glance over her shoulder every now and then, just to make sure that she didn't lose Frederick. Ginger emerged from between two bookcases and found a little corner of cavern hole empty. Large armchairs were hastily pushed together in a circle, the only evidence that other beasts had conspired there in the last couple of days. The windows looming overhead lead in the new moonlight, covering the floor in a milky white glow. Little ledges accompanied every sill; the perfect place for relaxing or taking a nap in the sun. She smiled and beckoned again for Frederick to follow her. She hopped up onto the ledge, back resting against the wall.
"This is nice. Very... serene."
She paused for a moment and closed her eyes, finally a little relaxed that day.
"So. Tell me about you. What makes you you, Frederick? Or should I say, Private Willoughby?"
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Post by Thrush on Sept 18, 2016 12:16:39 GMT -5
Frederick
He couldn’t help but return the pretty haremaid’s smile.
“Lead on, wot.”
Miss Westbrook gestured for him to follow her as she made her way among the laden bookshelves. Frederick needed no second bidding, easily keeping pace with her. The two hares wound their way through Cavern Hole; the cozy room was quiet and peaceful. The only sounds were the crackling of the fire in the hearth that blended with the soft conversations of the few Abbeybeasts and Corporal Tagetes reading to the Dibbuns. Occasionally, his keen ears would catch a squeaked question or the babes’ laughter. A couple of new voices soon joined the sound—Private Thistlefur and the Speedwell twins come to report to the corporal, by the sound of it. The two hares wound their way through a veritable maze of bookshelves, dust motes dancing in the moonlight. Perhaps he might come here again sometime when he was off-duty.
After what felt like only a moment, Miss Westbrook led him between a couple of bookshelves and into a small corner of Cavern Hole. This part of the room was completely empty. Indeed, the only signs that beasts had been here was that some of those wonderfully comfortable-looking armchairs were gathered in a rough sort of circle. The remains of a friendly chat, or perhaps a quiet meal taken among friends? Unbidden, his thoughts turned back to Salamandastron, to time spent in the mess hall or on sentry duty with Dianthus or… Or Lucerne, or with Lupin or Hathaway... He shook his head briefly, as if to clear it. The best that could be done to honor their sacrifice was to keep moving forward, to do his duty on the battlefield or in the infirmary as well as he could. And he would do so. Once again, he needed no second bidding to follow Miss Westbrook. Frederick carefully unbuckled his sword-belt from about his waist, took his sheathed rapier in paw, and hopped up onto the ledge beside the pretty haremaid.
“Either is fine, Miss Westbrook,” he said, keeping his voice light. “Nod’s as good as a wink to me, wot.”
He was quiet for a moment, mulling over her question. Well, now, to be honest, his story was probably rather like that of most of his comrades…
“Well, my story is hardly unusual, wot,” he began, one black-tipped ear twitching thoughtfully. “I was born and raised at Salamandastron. Capital place, really. My family has been in the Long Patrol and serving the Badger Lords for generations, y’see, and I grew up on spiffing stories about them. Wasn’t any question of whether I ought to enlist when I was old enough.”
He paused.
“And what of y’self, Miss Westbrook?”
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Post by ginger on Sept 18, 2016 12:36:37 GMT -5
She listened to his story, nodding a little.
"I've heard stories of that mountain by the sea; it always seemed so nice there."
Upon hearing his question, she shrugged.
"Nothing really, I suppose. I was raised by my mum and pa along with my brother. I grew up along the banks of River Moss, like any other otter pup would. Though, I don't exactly have the classic rudder and small ears now, do I?"
She laughed a little, wiggling her ears.
"How do you like living by the ocean? Can you swim?"
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bye!
