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| Riptide Ruva | Jul 29 2008, 04:27 PM |
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Riptide might have been expecting to run into somebeast to talk with, but the voice that reached his ears wasn’t quite what he had anticipated. It was much younger, that was for sure. It was also rather curious that instead of being greeted he was being compared to an evil sea otter of legend. “Oh, do I look that much of a villain, lad?” By now the otter’s twinkling dark eyes had found the young rabbit. A grin graced his face as he sized the youngster up, thinking him maybe fourteen or fifteen years old, if he was any kind of guess. He looked a little travel worn, and far too young to be out on his own with such an innocence about him. Riptide was careful not to let his thoughts show on his face as he got up and lumbered over to where the leveret was seated and took up a chair beside him. “Really, I’m much more like a sea otter hero at heart.” He shot the lad a quick wink. “Where are you bound, young’in? Black Arch, perhaps? Or are you just leavin’ there? I’m on my way back, you see. Tis my beautiful home.” At the mention of the fort Riptide’s eyes gained a longing sort of look to them, and for a second or two he stared past the rabbit and at the space above his head. He was mainly dreaming about being back to the kitchens and joining in at mealtimes with all his old mates. And of course, there were all the charming female otters about the fort. He had hardly forgotten about them on his journey either. “If I had to guess I’d say you weren’t leavin’. You’re far too skinny for Laurel to have let you go just yet, and she would have sent you off with a laden haversack and some clothes that don’t look so worn yet, either.” |
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