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Riptide Ruva	Aug 2 2008, 11:01 PM
Level One Poster Posts: 25 Group: East Tower Guard Member #58 Joined: July 14, 2008	“Ho-ho, Denya the Taggerung, eh? I’ve never heard that story. Perhaps you’ll tell it to me sometime, eh matey?” Riptide was enjoying his talk with the young rabbit. The fellow seemed a little odd, but who was he to even guess that? He knew very little about how the minds of leverets and younger beasts worked. For all the otter could figure the lad was acting as normal as any other young rabbit his age. The smile he flashed him when he mentioned his old home, however, struck a bit of warning into Rip’s mind. He decide it was best not to press the subject and talk of happier things. Such as getting the little guy into the fort and to the kitchens as quickly as possible. “And you can feel free to write about whatever you want in your journal. Aint that the idea behind them?” The otter shot him a bit of a perplexed look at this question. He had never attempted to keep a journal himself—one more thing to keep track of in his mind—but he thought he had a pretty good handle on how it all worked. A journal was a very private thing that you wrote and kept all your secret thoughts in. Rip had never thought he had much use for such a thing. For one, if he kept one he’d probably want to write it in when he was off by himself for a time, and he would never choose to do that if he had the option of hanging around someone else. In short, his journal would never be written in. The otter’s eyes danced in amusement as the rabbit introduced himself as Sage. He liked the name on the spot and thought it fit the young leveret quite well. “Oh, I have a very grand name, of course! It’s fits where I’m from and my grand size, ho-ho!” At this the roguish otter took the chance to raise his arms and show off his muscles to Sage, grinning proudly all the while. He thought to himself though that he had managed to keep quite the serious look on his face. Burku noticed he was falling short, for she returned to witness this spectacle, carrying with her two mugs of her best ale. “Riptide Ruva! Would you leave that poor Mister Sage alone? You’ll scare the poor thing!” The husky old squirrel was at the otter’s side in second and shoved him away from the rabbit. Slamming the drinks on the bar she then turned her back to Rip and faced Sage. “There now, don’t worry. He’s not nearly as mad as he acts sometimes, I promise he’s safe.” She whirled to face Riptide again, just as he was recovering from her interruption. “Isn’t that right, Major Riptide? You’re being good to my new favorite customer?” Again she spun and was now looking and talking to Sage again. Each time she turned the tone of her voice changed. It was gentle and soothing as she spoke to the rabbit. “There dear, he’s not trying to whisk you away from me now, is he?” Her voice turned to ice when she faced Riptide again, who was now clutching his mug and attempting to shield himself with it. “You wouldn’t do that to me, would you Major? Steal my new favorite friend from me? After I went through all the trouble of telling him he could stay here with me where it’s [/i]safe[/i]?!” Burku’s eyes had a flame in them that Riptide had never seen before. He cowered behind his mug of ale, and despite the fact that he was truly a good foot and a half taller than the squirrel she certainly appeared to be towering over him. With one death glare shot at the otter, the squirrel innkeeper turned her attentions again to the rabbit. Her voice was gentle and sweet again as she carefully placed his glass of lemonade on her tray. ”There now dear, let me fetch you another glass of lemonade. Your supper is also nearly ready and I’ll bring it out to you in a moment. It’s good, hot food that you don’t have to elbow nasty otters out of the way for. Don’t you let him touch a thing when it comes out, you hear? Carrot and mushroom turnover isn’t any good for otters, but makes young rabbits big and strong. Sit tight now.” As she made her way to the back room again Burku made sure to jostle the otter as much as she could on her way past him. She shot him one more death glare before disappearing behind the swinging door into her realm. Riptide was still hiding behind his mug of ale. Slowly his eyes moved to look at Sage, though he dared not move any other part of his body. For a moment there he thought the innkeeper was going to skin him alive. “So… Burku has uh… asked you to stay at the inn, then?” His voice was low and husky. Much as he would never admit it, he was afraid Burku might overhear him and come back. She might not even bring him more ale, he realized after he had asked the question. ((So... >.> My plan is that Burku is resistant to the idea of such a cute, young little rabbit going off and joining the fort. Take that and do what you want with it. XD ))
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