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| Enamel Pardon | Jul 4 2008, 10:13 PM |
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Ruler of Specifics
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Secretly, S. E. approved. He just wasn't about to show it. If he'd learned anything from Thickstripe, it was that if you allowed even the slightest hint of approval, beasts thought their job was done, that it was good enough. And once they stop striving for perfection and acceptance, there's only one other direction to go... S. E. remembered this place. He'd helped build it, seasons ago... It was good to be back. He was just a bit worried about this Commander Sceo. He'd never met her before, and it was just a bit rude not to show up in the flesh to welcome him. Even if the Fort was short-pawed, surely she could have made a brief appearance? What other business was she attending to that was more important? Thickstripe always made sure to greet his guests in person as soon as possible; he'd do his best to be there at the door if he knew they were coming. The old hare shook his head. Not everybeast was like Thickstripe. And not everybeast was coolheaded in command, either. His own days, taking care of things when his superiors hadn't been there, had not gone very well. S. E. was a far better second-in-command than a first. That was why he was still a mere Colonel. Passing through the fort's entrance, he gave a salute to Teren. "Thank you, sah. I think we c'n take it from 'ere, wot! Dinin' hall's just... just..." S. E. glanced around. "My, this place is bloomin' fancy! Last time I wos 'ere, th'dinin' hall wos just a camp-out in th'courtyard..." |
Sergeant Enamel Pardon ![]() Can't keep my eyes from the circling skyTongue-tied and twisted, just an earthbound misfit, I...my other char's a mouse: Corporal Simon Flynn
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