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Post by Gingivere-Greeneyes on Oct 11, 2015 17:27:22 GMT -5
"Do not mention it." Kiostra said, meaning it totally literally.
Leaving the otter to her thoughts, she continued gliding effortlessly through the skies towards the building, that would soon be visible from the ground. She could hear the sounds of daily Abbey life going on inside it; children's laughter, sparrow chatter, adult's conversations, and the great Matthias and Methuselah bells tolling out for some reason she didn't know. She did a sharp u-turn when they were much nearer the Abbey, and glided down just above the otter.
"I'll find someone to open the gate. Wait outside." she commanded, and flapped up to sit on the corner of the south-western ramparts, not announcing her presence but merely knowing that her commanding composure would demand attention from anyone in the grounds.
(Do you think it's necessary to move this to the Redwall thread? Or to just keep on like this?)
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Post by RosehipSlipstream on Oct 12, 2015 1:21:57 GMT -5
Minutes had passed since Jake had seen the otter. The screeches from the bird of prey nearly startled him, and he almost missed the branch he was leaping for. Catching the end of the branch of the fur tree in front of him, he dangled for a bit, but the elasticity of the branch caused it to lift him into the air, giving him the momentum he needed to continue on his journey. What could a buzzard be doing in these parts of Mossflower? Weren't buzzards more likely to be found in the southern plains? He remembered there was word of a large bird of prey making contact at the Abbey some time ago. He battled his curiosity, wanting to turn back and investigate. Perhaps the otter needed a hand? Yet, if the bird was an ally of Redwall, then things were probably alright. He paused to listen for anything suspicious, careful to stay concealed behind branches. All seemed quiet. The songbirds were chirping, quietly, but they were chirping. That was a good sign. He decided to continue on his mission, checking the position of the moss on the tree trunks. Good, he was still heading north. He leaped for another branch.
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Post by Taurian on Oct 12, 2015 6:03:50 GMT -5
{after this post, I think we should move to the Redwall thread.}
Nodding her understanding, Taurian followed the path, until the red sandstone building was in sight. She barely heard the buzzard mention someone opening the door, taking in the sight of the abbey with awe and amazement. She felt the security and safety that the building emitted, the sense of home, the incredible presence of the building, a landmark of Mossflower Country, an entire history written into the red blocks. Her paws almost ached to scale the walls, like Presa had taught her to, clambering up to survey the inside of the haven.
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Post by RosehipSlipstream on Oct 14, 2015 18:51:32 GMT -5
(OOC: Since things have changed so much and since there is a new warlord, I'm going to wait until the new warlord has reached Mossflower to continue Jake's narrative. This way he will reach the enemy camp sooner and be able to work with the timeline of the forum better.)
It had been a few days since Jake had set out on his journey. Observing his surroundings, he listened to the breeze rustle the leaves around him, and took in in the scents in the area. He scanned the forest floor and the boughs and foliage around him, to make sure he was alone. Then, he sat down on a broad tree branch, and leaned against the grey bark of the tree trunk. He opened his satchel, and pulled out some provisions. It was nice to finally sit and rest for a bit, after the long hours of tree-jumping. He broke a piece from a cold oatmeal scone, and began eating. His ears swiveled around, vigilantly listening. It was hard to completely relax, as he was on duty. Once he gathered the information he needed he would be heading back to his home to report. He still had a long way to go before he reached the northernmost parts of Mossflower.
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bye!
