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| Celebration Feast; The second half of the Warriors Assembly | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 2 2008, 10:39 PM (427 Views) | |
| Cass Blackthorne | Sep 13 2008, 04:49 PM Post #21 |
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Cass smiled and set her plate down on the table, and she tipped her head politely in turn to Duran, his wife and daughter (my, how she had grown!), and Commander Ki. Her grin slid to a more professional look as her eyes passed to Talyn. Friends, yes, and peers, but both knew that Cass wan't here for a friendly chat, but rather the business of a soldier. "Thank ye, sir," Cass began, pausing as she caught the slip. Her ears lowered slightly, but she continued as if the mistake had not been said. "Tha fort, off course. Nah inn is fit fer a propir soldier. Ah thoucht Ah wud tak ye up on yer offer." She cast a sidelong glance to Talyn, then back to Duran. "If ye wil haif me fur gud this tyme." The leverets were already on living on their own now, and it had been Cass and Cybil's plan all along to make their permanent place at Black Arch once the children were out of the nest. And Cass had no intention of staying home alone now. |
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| Duran Swiftpike | Sep 15 2008, 12:05 AM Post #22 |
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Duran listened kindly as Cass explained her desire to stay at the fort. Beside him he saw Laurel smile and as she did so she reached across him and gave the hare’s paw a friendly pat. “Good, good. After this celebration winds down a bit Avirly and I will head up and prepare a room for you” - Avirly had noticed the arrival of Cass and scooted over to give the family friend room to sit with her parents. Her attention, however, was definitely absorbed by the otter, Jelal, and the bowl of hotroot soup that had been placed before her. The otter’s way of explaining if the soup was hot or not completely confounded her, but she didn’t mention this to him as she picked up her spoon and slowly dipped it into the steaming bowl of soup before her. Sure, she may have cast him a few odd looks or two as she raised the spoon to her lips, but after that she hardly had time to consider exactly what it was he was attempting to communicate. The soup did it all for him. To say the least, it was hot. It burned her lips, her tongue, the insides of her cheeks, and all the way down her throat as she swallowed the spoonful of shrimp, onions, and broth as quickly as she knew how. Tears immediately sprung to her eyes and she let out a feeble squawk. Madly she stretched out her arms, knocking aside a plate of scones and a bowl of plum pudding, and grabbed a pitcher of punch that was mercifully within her reach. After chugging nearly a quarter of the mug the maid slammed the pitcher down and attempted to catch her breath. Her eyes were still watering as she turned to Jelal and announced: “Now that was hot!” And she picked up her spoon and shoveled in another bite, which was followed by a lot of punch-chugging. - Duran chuckled at his daughter’s antics before turning back to Cass and addressing the subject she just brought up. He worked his way through a mushroom and celery flan as they spoke. “Ah, it is good to have you. I always hoped you would join us when your young ones were out of the house and grown. I suppose your last one has flown the nest by now, eh?” The vole paused to take a bite and take a quick glance at his only daughter, who was in animated conversation with Jelal. “We would be more than happy, of course, to keep you as a permanent resident. The old offer still stands, of course.” He took another bite, and this time his gaze drifted to the East Tower Commander, who was trying to stand around and look nonchalant and was failing miserably. Everyone around her was eating and carrying on, but Duran recognized the worried glint in her eye. She knew she was on shaky ground with him lately. However, much as he kept it hidden from Talyn at the moment, the vole had no intentions of removing her from the commanders position. He did though intend to instate Cass as a higher ranking officer than the average raw recruit that came through the gate and joined the guard. “I know we had discussed the rank of lieutenant, but I don’t think that would work now. You would better suit the needs of the fort if you were a captain.” His dark eyes danced as he inserted another chunk of flan into his mouth and chewed it. |
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| Cass Blackthorne | Sep 21 2008, 02:42 PM Post #23 |
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Cass nodded appreciatively to Laurel and returned the gesture. "Thank ye kyndly, m'Lady." Her trunk and spear had been left near the gatehouse, it would be little trouble getting her things organized in the East Tower barracks, but she would enjoy the company. The hare's attention followed the voles' to young Avirly and the soup. Even from here it had a decidedly spicy smell that was not at all common in the North mountains. As the volemaid took a careful sip, Cass could not help but give a sympathetic wince. Only devils or their next of kin could sup on that otter-stuff, hot root soup. "Ma word," Cass clucked as Avirly picked up another spoonful. ""Ye haif a braw, strange one in tha girly." The hare looked back at Duran, nodding where appropriate and listening carefully as he spoke. "Ay, sah. Lytil Aberdeen went an fonde himselfe a gudwyfe - a sweit young lass - last spryng an' haif a plaice doun en the moors. Couldna coom up thys wintir fur the harvist." Cass passed a wistful look back over Avirly. "Ye doan know ti miss em til their gone." She finished just in time to catch the High Commander's eye before he went on. Eyes narrowing suspiciously, her ears rose up like a counterbalance, both perking up suddenly at the mention of the rank. Cass's jaw fell open before she hurriedly pulled it closed in an attempt to regain her composure. "Ah - sir! Ah couldna, Ah mean -- Ah'd be honnoured." Her ears slid back down as she dipped her head in a small bow. "Thank ye, sah." |
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| Morgan Dandy | Sep 21 2008, 06:04 PM Post #24 |
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((SORRY everyone! Mortimer and I share a computer and I thought I was still logged in but it ended up it was him logged in and I posted on his account! If someone could get rid of it Because I don't think he can. I will re post it here.)) Morgan watched as the feast went on, her narrow eyes threw glared at everyone like a harpoons. This was the first feast she had helped carder to in Black Arch, but not even that could make her smile. As far as she was concerned it was her job to make sure things where in order. In her mind everyone was the same, rank, race, non of it effected her view of them. She took a sip of the ail she had been given, she would not eat until things seemed in order. Just then she spotted something, as Avirly rushed for the punch the pudding she had knocked over was about to roll off the table. It was the most exiting thing she had seen all day, finely there was something for her to truly be angered by. Yelling at her co-workers was all she had been able to do so far and that simply did not excite her anymore. Morgan set down her glass and raced for the table as fast as she could, her small feet carrying her much quicker then they looked like they could. Stopping almost as abruptly as she had taken off she grabbed the boll in her paws just before it fell. She sat it back down on the table sharply as she cased another harsh glare at Avirly. "No knocky the food over! You stain the cloth and brake the dishes!" She turned sharply and marched back to her post. Edited by Morgan Dandy, Sep 21 2008, 06:12 PM.
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| Jelal Waveskimmer | Sep 22 2008, 01:05 AM Post #25 |
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Jelal didn't really know what to expect of Avirly when she tasted the soup. As he had said, the experience was different for different beasts... surely, some wold think it was hotter than others, but the very idea that somebeast could dislike never once crossed his mind. He did enjoy seeing others partake of the joy that was hotroot soup, and leaned forward, raising his head as if to get a better look at the concoction as it slid out of the spoon and into her snout. He had to jump back in alarm as she nearly bowled him over in the mad dash for relief. This reaction was to be expected from many of the inexperienced, and Jelal got a fit of mirth and burst into chuckles as Avirly went into near hysterics, covering his snout with his paw and turning away so as not to seem impolite, but great seasons, it was funny! "Now that was hot!" "Ah, lass, don't feel too down," Jelal began, but then paused as he saw Avirly, with barely any hesitation at all, jumps right back into the soup with abandon. Another grin split his face. "Well, you're the commander's daughter an' there's no doubt!" he said and picked up his own bowl, slurping it down with a smack of his lips. There was no incredible, ridiculous grab for relief, as he had gotten to like the burning, simmering feeling it left behind, but his eyes did water in the slightest way. It was about then that Morgan displayed her displeasure at Avirly's antics, making Jelal straighten up just enough to make it look like he wasn't laughing anymore before the irate cook marched away. He turned back to the volemaid and grinned. "Nothin' like some 'otroot between ship-mates, aye?" he said, looking posivitively invincible to hotroot compared to Avirly's performance. Edited by Jelal Waveskimmer, Sep 22 2008, 01:13 AM.
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| Orion Fulcry | Sep 22 2008, 12:54 PM Post #26 |
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((Ack, sorry for the delay, Kani!)) "Ye be loikin' under der weader...ye know..." For a brief moment, Kani's message was crystal clear. Then, she spoke again... "Hey. There. How are you doin'? Your tail seems boggled." ...And the meaning was lost. Still, Orion thought he had a tentative grasp on what the rabbit was trying to ask him. At least, he hoped so. Now how to go about skirting the question without actually saying anything? "I've just been having..." he stopped himself. He had been about to say having a bad day, but that didn't really work, considering he had just been promoted. That would just raise more questions then it answered. Perhaps the way to respond to this nonsensical rabbit was to give a nonsensical reply. "I'm fine. My whiskers just got a bit twizzled from all the commotion." |
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| Morgan Dandy | Sep 23 2008, 10:39 PM Post #27 |
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On her way back Morgan picked up the sound of chuckling, turning around quickly, she was in position behind Jelal, her ladle in hand. She gave him a quick thwack on the head, just hard enough to sting a bit, like a schoolmarm's ruler. "No laughing!" She said with her nose high in the air. Once again she started to shuffle off. |
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| Duran Swiftpike | Sep 30 2008, 07:47 PM Post #28 |
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Avirly was startled as a shrew she did not recognize came over and promptly chastised her for knocking over the bowl. The young vole looked properly taken aback by the tone the shrew used, and as Morgan reprimanded her she became upset. However she was tongue-tied by the cook’s behavior, and it was only Jelal’s laughter that gave her a chance to defend herself as it brought Morgan back to the table. “Excuse me, but that was more out of line that me spilling anything!” She found herself on her feet and her voice was a slightly higher pitch than usual as she spoke to the shrew. It held the same note of sternness that her father’s voice took on when he spoke a correction to her. “I was always taught to treat others with respect, and the way you spoke to me and smacked my pal on the head was very, well, disrespectful!” She paused and cast a furtive look over at her father, who was in conversation with Cass and appeared not to be aware of the situation with the shrew. For a moment Avirly seriously considered turning to him and tattling on the cook, but quickly abandoned the thought. No, she was not going to try and get her way by pulling rank on the shrew. She may be the commander’s daughter but that was a pretty low tactic to use in her mind, and she would avoid it if she could. “Come back here and apologize to my friend.” |
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| Jelal Waveskimmer | Oct 1 2008, 04:56 PM Post #29 |
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In general, Jelal was used to taking a few knocks here and there. He had fallen over in the woods countless times, been in a few brawls, scrapped with vermin, and just been a luckless creature when it came to avoiding mishaps. But almost never had he been the target of the wrath of a terrible, angry cook with a ladle. Unsuspectingly, he had sat there, watching Avirly contend with another healthy slurp of hotroot soup and the unexpected condemnation of the shrew, thinking the danger had passed. He felt a little like a mischievous cub who had narrowly avoided getting his paws rapped, chuckling at the overreaction of the shrew-maid. Suddenly... Thwack! He felt a sudden sting right between his ears, making him curl up defensively and put his paws over his head, nearly face-planting into his own bowl. "Ouch!" he declared in a somewhat whiny voice, more shocked by the healthy smack than actually injured by it. "Missy, that there hurt! Quite the arm that one's got..." Ruefully, he rubbed the spot between his ears, his jolly mood pretty much ruined, until Avirly did the unexpected and stood up for them both. Jelal stared at the vole with a new look of respect and camaraderie, but he had decided that this shrew was definitely not a beast to tangle with... especially when she was wielding a ladle. "Now, Avirly, lass, no need to make waves while we're still in sight o' land," he said calmly with an amicable pat on the shoulder, though he could still very much feel the sting of the ladle, hoping that, if the shrew did catch Avirly's request, she'd be smart enough not to make this into a public spectacle. |
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| Orion Fulcry | Oct 1 2008, 05:05 PM Post #30 |
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Unfortunately for Jelal's hopes, a few of those sitting nearby stopped their conversations to watch. For Orion, it was simply a matter of not really having anything else to do; the fact that he was only a couple seats away from the commotion probably contributed to it, as well. Eying Avirly speculatively, he found himself intrigued. He hadn't had many direct interactions with the young vole - none that he could think of, actually - but she seemed to be a right capable beast. Swirling a strip of bread around in his bowl of stew, Orion watched events unfold. |
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