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| Duran Swiftpike | Aug 2 2008, 10:39 PM |
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((The feast occurs after all the promotions are done. Just keep that in mind when you’re posting. :))) At last Avirly pinned on the last promotion pin and Duran turned to face the crowd again. This time, instead of calling for another warrior to meet him on stage, he raised his paws and smiled broadly. “Let the feasting commence!” The volunteer kitchen staff had been ready. In moments the long log benches that had served for seating were pulled into position and long tables were snuggled nicely between them. The recruits soon caught on and took over setting up the seating for a feast instead of a ceremony, and before long the food started to appear. Cart after cart emerged from the keep laden with good things to eat. Certainly the spread wasn’t as varied as one would find on a visit to Redwall, but they had their own specialties that cooks at Redwall had yet to taste. Pots of hot root soup appeared, and behind them baskets of freshly baked bread, some still steaming from coming right out of the oven. Flans, turnovers, pasties, pies, scones—the cooks had thrown all their gusto into preparing the feast. Nothing had been spared. Three large wheels of cheese, two yellows and a nut studded white, that were made by Duran before he even came to the fort were rolled out. In Black Arch fashion, a line began to form behind the tables stretched with good on them and people began to pass back plates. Carts were still being rolled out, but the majority of the food was set and ready. Duran led the way and all the newly promoted followed behind him. They reached the head of the line and Duran, his family, and they were honored by going through the line first. It was also announced that a special table had been set up for them. The High Commander laughed openly when he saw what the special table was. The large round table from his conference room was decked out in a number of mismatching tablecloths. Each person had their own place ready for them, and Laurel smiled rather smugly at all of it. Throwing his free paw about his wife, Duran gave her a squeeze and whispered something in her ear that made her tail curl with delight. The group was soon seated as the rest of the fort made their way through the serving line. Before he touched any of his food Duran reached out and picked up a pitcher of strawberry fizz (it had been the closest pitcher to where he was seated) and poured himself a glass. Purposefully he raised it up and said in a voice that would carry over the din: “To all of you who, and to your success that we celebrate today! May you return to this table many more times and the seasons bless you.” Laurel cuddled up against her husband as she joined his toast, though Avirly was seen rolling her eyes as she drank from her cup. She couldn’t help thinking her father was a bit of a melodramatic when it came to these things and she wished he’d stop embarrassing her. |
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