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| Topic Started: Aug 25 2009, 01:26 PM (211 Views) | |
| Lorna Thumbleburr | Aug 25 2009, 01:26 PM Post #1 |
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Summer was fading fast, and it was that rare time of year when no one took a ray of warm sunshine for granted. The waves on the northern shores were still gentle, and had yet to give way to the harsh salty spray of fall. One creature in particular was making darned sure that summer's last breath didn't pass unnoticed. A plump figure was crouched several pawlengths from where the ocean met the sand. The mole was covered head-to-poe in damp sand. It clung to her whiskers, it clung to her shawl, and she couldn't care less. She sang a strange improvisation, and articulated each phrase with a rhythmic splash or stomp in the sand with her digging claws. "Ee gurt zandy toid, 'Ee gurt liddle woive, Don't ee get drownded - Stay noice 'n broive! Mound 'ett up yurr, Dig 'ett deep thurr, Shan't make it ugly, Not boi moi furr..... Oi doesn't loik t'swim, Oi never loiked th'sea, But if'n a pie fell in, Jist watch out furr meeeeeee!" With each stanza, she hefted great amounts of sand into piles, rows, and trenches. For such a rotund creature, the mole actually worked with great efficiency. As the hours passed, the strange lumps of sand begin to take on recognizable shapes and forms. Lorna Thumbleburr was making a sand castle model of Black Arch Fort. |
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| Jelal Waveskimmer | Aug 25 2009, 03:41 PM Post #2 |
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"Hmm... now this'll do good for some chowder!" Jelal tramped ashore from the sea, his fur dripping with sea water. He never really liked sea water, having found it far too salty for his own liking, but he did manage to stand it long enough to get something that everybeast was sure to love: shellfish. Oysters, mussels, and the like all found their way into his eager paws. Bundled up just for anybody who'd like to have one, he made his way to the shore where a fireplace was waiting to cook the tasty morsels, wondering if anybeast else might join the relaxing fun today. But first, of course, they had to be peeled, they had to be cracked, they had to be pried! Which was only half the fun of course, the other half being eating them. He looked down the shoreline to see Lorna assembling her little castle, and smiled. Dropping his bounty for now (he'd have to go back and get more to feed two!) he meandered over to her neck of the beach after slipping on a tunic. "What's that you've got there, missy?" he asked, flummoxed as to how a single creature could build such a large network of... something or other in just the time he was out collecting the shelled sea-folk. He couldn't quite see the entire fort from this angle, pacing behind the molemaid as he sought the pattern in the trenches. Towers, walls... ah, there it was! "Quite large for a miniature, ain't it miss?" he asked with a grin. "Ya know what it needs? Some color! What say I hop on back inta' the wild blue yonder an' fetch some pretty stones ta' decorate our house with, eh?" |
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| Duran Swiftpike | Aug 25 2009, 05:10 PM Post #3 |
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Avirly had had a rough morning. She and her mother had been helping watch the fort’s dibbuns, and the nice weather meant they had all gone out to the orchard to play. While the weather was fair that was about the best of it, from Avirly’s point of view. The dibbuns were especially rowdy, with one little squirrel managing to get himself stuck in one of the apple trees. It took ten minutes for the volemaid to get the dibbun free, and by then Laurel had been run ragged by the rest. It was tiring work, and wouldn’t have been too unbearable had it not been for the mother and daughter to find themselves at odds with each other. The topic was, yet again, what Avirly planned to do with her life. Laurel kept insisting Avirly stop putting it off and begin training to be a healer. As their time with the dibbuns came to an end and they marched off to lunch, the issue turned into a fight as Avirly became particularly defensive and Laurel became exceptionally pushy. Each was sure they knew what was best, and neither planned on backing down anytime soon. In a temper that would have made Talyn proud, the young vole found herself skipping lunch and heading to see her friend Jade on the second floor dormitories. The otter had been rather reclusive since the news about Riptide, and Avirly had taken it upon herself to visit her friend every day and try to brighten her mood. To Avirly’s surprise she found the otter just as she was closing the door to her room. An old sheet was draped over one shoulder and hung on her other arm was a large basket. Jade smiled as Avirly came down the hall. It seemed that it was Jade’s turn to cheer the vole, and she had just the thing. After a quick stop in the kitchens to fill the basket with treats, the duo made their way down to the shore. Avirly’s foul mood evaporated with each step, and by the time they reached the spot where Lorna and Jelal were building a sand structure the vole was fairly skipping. “’Lo Jelal! Who’s your friend and what are you building? May we help?” Jade chuckled as her younger friend greeted the others. As Avirly began to question the two builders the otter spread her sheet out on the sand and took a seat. The sound of the waves gently lapping the sand was soothing, and Jade allowed herself to relax. For a short moment she also allowed herself to think of Riptide, and how her brother would have loved an afternoon at the beach. But the blind otter permitted herself no time to feel sorry for herself or to worry over a situation she could not change. Instead she took a deep breath and made herself focus on the activity surrounding the sand structure. |
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| Lorna Thumbleburr | Aug 26 2009, 09:48 AM Post #4 |
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Lorna beamed at Jelal's offer. Perfect timing! "Boi 'ecky, oi surrpintly think you'm gotted a gurt idea, hurr! No, a roight dang'rous villy-ain loik moiself'll be a-doin' best on 'ee beaches. A-swimmin' 'n splarshin' never bees moi strengths, nope. That'n bee roight up yore alley, aye!" She brushed a shower of sand off her front paws and stood up to critique the miniature fort. As she was surveying the tower heights, Avirly bounded up to the scene of the crime. Lorna's smile spread even wider and nearly engulfed her entire face. The mole beamed at the petite maid. Avirly looked like the type of young one with a bit of spark.... Lorna waited until Jade had taken a seat and the vole greeted her otter friend. "Hoi, you'm in 'ee perfect timin', Mizzie! Oi been a-lookin' fer slim liddle pawsers t'help'n oi with this gurt zandy-castler." Unless the mole was mistaken, this was the daughter of Commander Swiftpike. Lorna eyed up Avirly's paws, which were scrubbed spotless (most likely at her mother's insistance). Her tunic and dress were also crisp, clean, and orderly. She smiled at the young vole mischeviously. Time to put this little lady to the test. "Naow, Mizzie, oi'm gotten an'ugely 'portant job fer'ee. Yon brawny waterdawg bee's a-goin' out t'fetch stoners an'boulders fer th'fortificimications o'Bloik Urch. Oi'll be a-finishin' oop 'ee h'excavatin'. Yore job - an' 'tis of gurt 'portance - twill bee a-findin' 'ee dweller-folks ferr 'ee castler. Arrter all, what point bees it, a-makin' 'ee castler all purdy, if'n it stands h'empty?" Lorna cast her arm in a wide swoop, indicating the expansive shoreline. If one looked closely, all manner of tiny crabs, bugs, water beatles, and riffraff of the waves could be spotted, scuttling about their daily business. The world was full of prissy maidens, but she suspected Avirly might be above such squeamishness. "Bee you'm up too 'ee task, liddle mizzus?" |
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| Jelal Waveskimmer | Aug 26 2009, 05:37 PM Post #5 |
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"Well! Right then!" Jelal said with a smile as he turned back to the sea, flush with victory. He was going to get to decorate the new and improved Black Arch, specifically constructed to be able to stand up on sand! Imagine, a fortress that was able to stand up on the beach. What a way that moles had with the earth. Right as he was turning, Avirly and Jade made it to the beach, making him spin back around with a wave. Always pleasant to see his good friend, and the charming friend of his good friend! He raised his paw and his voice in greeting as they came over. "Just about ta' start a little humdinger on the sands 'ere, mates! I'll be back in a jiff ta' get us some, ah... appetizers! Don't wait up!" He saluted and dove back into the water, thrashing his tail to get some good momentum and find his way back to the rocky parts further on out, towards the shelf and other more profitable areas. He was never that good at sea swimming, constantly having to adjust for the tides and waves that crashed in overhead. However, his body had grown tougher from seasons of solo survival and constant swimming exercises, and he found himself at the rocky outcroppings sooner than expected. He latched onto the rocks to prevent the tide from blowing him back and forth (it was surprisingly strong this far down), and began snatching up all the pretty stones he could see, watching the cold sea fish dance around in flashes of silver. If only another otter or two could join him one of these days, didn't even have to be the ocean (in fact he'd prefer a nice, cool, non-salty stream). It had been a long time since he properly frolicked, but his fellow guards may consider it bad form... He soon tramped back to shore, the hem of his tunic full to bursting with stones and shellfish, and even a few shrimp. He dropped the latter on the table and gave Lorna a healthy collection of colored stones. They were certainly not blindingly vivid since they were rocks and not lucky charms, but they would do. "That'll do for markin' the towers an' whatnot, me good molemaid. Right, I'm gonna go try my paw at fixin' a seaside meal. Miss Ruva," he said cheerfully to the other otter, "would you like ta' help me pry open these stubborn shellfish? Easy enough job, but I gotta warn ya, might get messy!" He flicked out a short, sharp knife that would be perfect for prying open the knobby creatures, poking it with his thumb to test the sharpness. Never mind that she was blind, with careful paws anybeast could learn! Such was Jelal's good faith in others. |
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| Duran Swiftpike | Aug 27 2009, 04:00 PM Post #6 |
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There had been a day, not too many seasons ago, when Avirly would have turned up her nose at the idea of collecting little crabs by paw when she could be sitting clean and pretty on the sheet Jade had supplied. However, the volemaid had changed considerably in this area since her time as a captive for the now infamous Skeur Dua, stoat commander of the horde that had been driven from the fort in the great Battle of Black Arch. The once pristine and proper little volemaid was now unafraid to roll up her sleeves and get her paws dirty, particularly for such a noble cause as populating their sand structure. However, she still didn’t like the idea of being pinched by the crabs. Getting dirty was one thing, getting her fingers caught in the grip of a crab was something else. That prospect held her back for a moment longer, before she thought of a way around the problem. Straightening up and putting a look of seriousness on her face, Avirly gave Lorna a smart salute. “You can count on me, marm! I bet I can get back before Jelal does!” Spinning wildly and kicking up sand, the young maid raced to Jade’s blanket to make a quick inquiry before facing the broad shoreline and zipping off to capture crustaceans. She was now armed with Jade’s thin driftwood walking stick. Quickly she snuck up on the first unsuspecting crab and took her time getting her new weapon in position above it. WHACK! With one swift motion Avirly swatted the crab with the stick, dazing the creature long enough to give her time to scoop it into an empty jar she had also acquired from her blind otter friend. CRACK! THWAP! Two more stunned crabs joined their brother in the jar. By now Avirly had traveled a little ways down the shore from the group, and had also taken notice of some of the insects on the sands that might also make good fort fillers. Grinning (a little wickedly) she snuck up on a fat water beetle. It took her three tries to swat the faster bug, and when she finally hit it she failed to obtain the desired result. SPLAT! “Eeugh!” Instead of dazing the bug the blow had squished it, sending bug guts flying in all directions. Avirly wiped a glob of bug juice from her cheek and examined it for a moment. Her mother would have been mortified. That thought only made the idea of squishing more bugs all the more tempting. However, the vole had a job to do, and her tactic was working great with the crabs so she decided to leave the bugs alone. After about ten more minutes of braining the small sea creatures she had filled the jar. Figuring that this was enough to please the mole, she dashed back to the sandcastle, half skipping half running. As she passed the spot where Jelal was tending to the shellfish she made a face at him. He had beaten her back! “Here you go!” she announced as she dumped the jar of tiny crabs into the fort. The majority of them were still so shocked from being whapped that they laid in a heap, but a few of the ones that had been caught early on began to tentatively scuttle about. Avirly beamed proudly at her new mole friend, clearly awaiting praise. - Jade listened to Jelal’s pronouncement and heard the splashes that meant he had entered the water and was off finding stones and “appetizers”, as he had called them. Years ago the blind otter might have been jealous of the other who was able to leap into the sea without hesitation, but Jade had come to terms with her inability to do so by now. Instead she was genuinely pleased that they would have more to eat, as she had really only brought enough food for she and Avirly. As the otter continued to listen, now to her young friend and the mole, she smiled when she recognized the mole’s plan. Before she knew it Avirly was begging to borrow her walking stick and a container and Jade had obliged. The jar she leant had been half full of candied chestnuts, and now Jade munched on them happily. “Would you like some?” she asked the mole after Avirly had scurried off. She held out a paw of nuts in the general direction of the mole. As the two creatures waited for the return of their companions they exchanged the usual information about names and how long they had resided at the fort. Jade also took the opportunity to carefully feel the structure Lorna was building from the sand and admire the work. When Jelal arrived Jade had been sitting at the edge of the dry sand and cooling her footpaws in the waves each time they eased up onto the shore. She was delighted when the other otter was thoughtful enough to include her in preparing the shellfish, and more than slightly amused that he seemed to think she was unfamiliar with the process. What otter didn’t know how to prepare and cook shellfish? “Messy you say? I think I can handle that. Show me how I can help and I will.” Rising from her place on the shore the otter brushed off the sand from her tail and moved gracefully over to where Jelal was standing. Once there she smiled and held out a paw, waiting to receive the tool needed to properly clean and shell the appetizers. “Also, if you insist on calling me Miss Ruva then I will have to refer to you as Sergeant Waveskimmer. Please, call me Jade.” |
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| Jelal Waveskimmer | Aug 27 2009, 10:34 PM Post #7 |
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Jelal remembered to stick his tongue out in playful retaliation when Avirly ran by with that sour look on her face. She should have known that nobeast could defeat an otter in the water! But then came attention to Jade and her eagerness to hack open some stubborn shells. He raised an eyebrow when she remarked on his quite formal way of speaking, bemused. He deftly flipped the dagger around in his paw and gave it handle first to Jade, plopping it into her grasp as he stared back at her sightless gaze. "Well then... Jade," he said quietly, green eyes sparkling happily in the seashore sunshine, "I 'ope you know how ta' properly skin a shellfish. We've got mussels, oysters, an' a few shrimp just waitin' for de-shellin' at the paws of a skilled otter. I'll be settin' up the broth for some soup, 'otroot if you want it. Oh, ah... 'ere's a cloth. So you don't cut those pretty paws o' yours!" He turned away and energetically began to lay out the proper ingredients. He pulled up a small wooden cutting board and set it down, also a bucket for the shells. "Drop the detritus in this thing," he whacked the bucket to make sure she knew where it was, "an' keep 'em in a row when they're ready. The oysters we can eat straight outta the shell. Shrimp, well... up ta' you if we leave the 'eads or not for the soup. Personally, I like 'em whole." He set about lighting the fire, striking rock to flint and sparking up the kindling. Once that was done, he set up the pot and sat back to let the pot come to a boil, slicing open the store of vegetables he had brought along for flavor. Though they had an awful habit of getting caught in his teeth, and then he had to fidget until he was away from the crowd and he could pick it out... "So, ah... Jade. Don't think we've talked much before," he said tentatively. "'Ow'd a right proper otter like yourself end up at an outpost like Black Arch, hmm?" |
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| Lorna Thumbleburr | Aug 28 2009, 11:38 AM Post #8 |
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After enjoying several sticky pawfulls of candied chestnuts with Jade, Lorna rose back onto her footpaws as Avirly approached. She patted the blind otter's shoulder in thanks for the snack before turning her attention to the volemaid with nicely soiled paws and bug juice adorning her cheek. Avirly would have many years to grow up and find her place at the fort, but this was a young one at play. Lorna approved. "Hurr, 'ee lil' buggery varmints do bee fittin' in quoit noicely, aye! You'm done well, lil'mizzus." She patted Avirly on the back heartily, and then slumped down to her knees to watch, gesturing at the molemaid to do the same. The crabs had begun to scuttle back and forth across the sandy architectural masterpiece. "Roight. Nao, ett bee's toim fer 'ee liddle toiny 'istory lesson. Yore a clever lil' lady, boi mum's blue-burry sconers, aye. Just lissen sharp, an'ye moight learn jist a li'thing'r two." With a stern and serious expression on her face, Lorna pointed at the largest of the crabs. "That'un o'er thurr bees yon Badger-padger Lord. Sturdee an'roight fearsome those'unns. They'm gotted thurr faces all a-stroipped up on 'ee feaster gurt day, from stealin' cream from 'ee kichens. Scoffed lots 'n lots. An' naow 'ees furr bigger'n yon doors 'n chairs 'n beds. Roight." She gestured next at three smaller crabs, scuttling madly in a row across the sand-walls. One after the other, always in a row, they swarmed the sand castle at a a breakneck speed. "Naow, lil Av'lers, they'm bees harebeasters. See hows yon 'arebeaster crabs allus bees a-runnin' an' a-scuttlin' in gurt loins? Nobeastie knows why, Av'lers. Just bee a-watchin, you'm'll learn roight quick - 'tis 'ee truth! Best you'm toik lessons from 'ee gurt molers - don't be a-runnin' an'a row-followin' when 'tis purrfect-roight t'sit by yore lonesome 'n enjoy a sloice o'pie." One crab had nearly escaped the castle and was attempting to disappear into the foamy sea water. "That li' vurmint bees 'ee h'otterdawg. Ne'ever unnerstood them, Av'lers. They'm bees a-thinkin they's fishers. Tain't roight in th'head. Sim'lar t'yon waterbeasties o'er there!" (punctuated with a gesture at Jelal and Jade, happily prepping the oysters). "If'n you'm was meant fer 'ee fishin' 'n such-loik, yore paws'd be fins an'yore dress'd 'ave scoily-bits." She surveyed the castle happily, its crustacean occupants swarming here and there. The stones and coral bits that Jelal had provided made colorful decorations on the tops of the towers..... the whole castle was really quite a work of art. Lorna cast a mischevious glance at Avirly and the remainder of the crabs, crawfish, and riffraff. "Naow, li'Av'lers, tis yore turn t'bee ee'teacher, burr hurr. Whurr in 'ee zand-castler can you'm foind yoreself an' moi 'umble zelf?" |
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| Duran Swiftpike | Aug 29 2009, 12:33 AM Post #9 |
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Avirly listened intently as the mole spoke, making sure to nod at the appropriate points. As Lorna asked her where the two of them would be found in the castle she scratched her chin thoughtfully, her eyes roving the little crabs as they scurried about inside the walls of sand. “Hmm. . . I think I would be that little crab there that’s grabbing at a stick embedded in the wall. He’s trying to escape, it looks like, but he can’t because he can’t reach the stick! Us voles are on the small side, but I bet if we keep watchin’ him he’ll figure out a different way to escape if we don’t stop him. “You would be that crab that’s poking around the corner there. Looks, he just wedged himself between the wall and a shell in the ground! You can hardly see him. Just like a mole, happy under the earth and working with it. Is that right? I’ve actually never spent much time around moles. Could tell you all about shrews though. . . see, they’d be those two crabs that don’t hardly care what’s going on around ‘em, they’re just pinching each other. Ha ha, look at them tussle!” Chuckling as she watched the crabs Avirly suddenly realized she had never properly introduced herself to the mole. Like she had already met her father, Duran, when she arrived at the fort, but Avirly herself never really went around talking to all the new creatures and formally welcoming them. Feeling a little ashamed of herself she abruptly stuck out her paw for the mole to shake. “I’m, um, Avirly, by the way. I’m sorry it took me so long to introduce myself. I know you’ve been at the fort a while now, but I’ve never really said much to you.” - Jade smiled kindly at Jelal as he gave her the knife and referred to her by her first name. She liked the way it sounded when he said it. Much better than “Miss Jade”. It felt like he thought her too important or proper to be friends with when he called her that. But when called Jade it was as though he was agreeing to know her simply for what she was and nothing more, no stuffy formalities or social rules. As she listened to Jelal explain the plan she felt the knife in her paws. The comment about not cutting herself made her chuckle and assure him she could handle a blade, at least enough to take care of shellfish. “Besides,” she added. “When you’re blind your paws don’t stay pretty for long. My paws often times act as my eyes, and through that they’re worn and rough. Nimble though, if I’m allowed to give myself a compliment. Very good for getting these shellfish and shrimp ready to eat.” She was very thankful when Jelal was thoughtful enough to hit the bucket so she knew where it was. Picking it up she felt how deep it was and how large, and then she placed it beside the table. Carefully she took a seat and began to work. She was slower shelling than she was when she still had her sight, but the job got done, and within a few minutes a neat line of cleaned and prepped shellfish appeared in front of her. “So, ah... Jade. Don't think we've talked much before. 'Ow'd a right proper otter like yourself end up at an outpost like Black Arch, hmm?" “Well, Jelal, this right proper otter has a rouge of a brother that . . .” She paused, both in her words and her work. At the direct mention of Riptide the knot of fear in her stomach seemed to triple in size. Riptide had not come home with the rest of the warriors, and though Duran had been optimistic when he recounted the tale to her, the fact still stood that he was not home and likely in danger. But there was no reason to tell Jelal of her fears, not when he was just trying to make nice conversation as they prepared the food. “Um, Riptide, my brother, came here before I did,” she continued, clearing her throat slightly before going on. “I found it was time for me to leave my holt when all my childhood friends were settling down and having kits. I needed an adventure of my own, something new, something different, and Riptide assured me Black Arch Fort was the place I could find that. “And so far he’s been right. It’s a bit cold up here for an otter from down Southsward way, but I like it. It’s a good life, helping with the fort.” She paused for a moment to wrestle with a particularly difficult bit of shrimp. It was a funny shape and gave her trouble because of it. “What of you then? What brought you to the fort, but better yet, what keeps you here?” |
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| Jelal Waveskimmer | Aug 29 2009, 04:47 PM Post #10 |
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Jelal noticed that way Jade halted when she spoke about her brother, and respectfully did not comment upon his disappearance. The expedition against Skarndor had made sure that not everybeast had a happy ending. It was perhaps good for him that she was blind at that moment, because a very uncomfortable look passed over his face as well, and a deep sigh escaped his lungs. He knew what it was like to lose family all too well. To come home and find yourself all alone in the world was terrible. He said nothing about it though; he doubted it was the right time to bring that sort of thing up. "Aye, it does a beast good ta' know they're wanted an' needed. What's the point of livin' if you can't make the lives of others a little better? There's things we all gotta do before we get ta' Dark Forest or it's all for naught. You can put that on a scroll an' quote it, Jade," he said, pointing at her with a soup ladle. He sprinkled some salt and other herbs into the broth, prepping it for when it would come to a boil and other ingredients would be ready. It was already steaming. When she returned the question to him, he took some time to stir and throw in some onions before he answered. The sand castle was turning out to be a phenomenal piece of work, he noticed. "Ahh... tale's nothin' too excitin', nor too happy," he said with a slight shrug. "I left 'ome, wandered... never able ta' find my way back. I came 'ere because... well, I didn't really have anythin' else ta' do. That's the short of it. I stay because I 'ave a home here! An' that's what puts a smile on my face, Jade. The fact I can call a place 'ome again. Friends, somethin' ta' do, somethin' ta' live for... that's all I really need!" And, indeed, he was smiling, and she would be able to hear it in the way his tone gradually got lighter, cheerier. He considered going a little deeper, but... that wasn't something he wanted to ruin the festivities with. Instead he noticed her fiddling with the shrimp in her paw and reached across the table, opening his paw and gently tapping her fingers with his own, so she didn't just grope about. "Need some 'elp with that there?" he asked with another of his audible smiles. |
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