Love and choking people (A RWA log)

BlisaMarshmellow · 2017-08-24 03:50:37 PM

SCENE: Redwall Abbey's Garden of the Late Rose

CHARACTERS: Enyuil, a male mouse. LilyMoore and DoraRose (in a cameo), female mice. Leon, another male mouse. Various spoofed birds.

LOG:
LilyMoore is in with the Late Rose. Sitting on a bench, she listens to the birds chirruping and chattering to each other as she breathes in the scent of one of the blooms. A picnic basket is at her feet, closed for now. She is wearing very patched and worn leggings, with a tunic in the same state of wear. And of course no shoes. She only wears shoes when it's cold or if her mother (or great-grandmother, or father, or brother, or uncle) forces her to.

Emyuil walks quietly into the Late Rose Garden, as quietly as he can while still making his niece aware of his presence. He's wearing a worn tunic, going without his ragged cloak or empty scabbard today. Sitting down next to Lily, he breathes deeply of the Rose as well and exhales slowly in relative contentment.

LilyMoore doesn't look at her uncle, but she does smile. "Hi, Nuncle Emmy. My little friends told me you were coming." She gestures to the birds, who are still singing their little songs. "You seem happier today. You don't even have your scabbard! That's great." She finally looks at him....by tilting her head back so he looks upside down. "You look silly this way," she giggles.

Emyuil smiles gently. "As do you. Yeah, I've been more relaxed. Less on edge. Partly because I don't have to be, and partly because..." He shrugs. "Can't stay mad when you're around, I guess."

LilyMoore blushes and tilts her head back the normal way, pretending to sniff the rose to hide her blush. "Aw, thanks. Hey, wanna scone? I brought a bunch that I made.....and, uh, burned a little." She pulls out a rather darkened scone, but it just tastes toasted; it doesn't taste burnt. Some little birds come down as the mousemaid takes out another one and starts crumbling it on the ground. "I was trying to help a Novice make these for tea, but we both got distracted with another thing, so I got most of them. I also have my lunch. Have you eaten lunch yet?"

Emyuil smiles, totally aware of the blushing, but not letting on that he notices. "Sure!" He watches the birds with amusement. "Haven't eaten yet, nah. Wanted to get some fresh air first."

LilyMoore hands him a couple of scones. "Has a snack!" A fledgling robin, not knowing that the Warrior is a tad on the scary side, flutters over and goes to land on the male mouse's back, singing a little song. The mousemaid smiles and puts a scone crumb beside the bird's foot. "He says 'hi, it's nice to meet you'." She munches on a scone (they're just regular scones with nothing too special in them. They were made to put jam on).

Emyuil munches on one scone, enjoying the thoroughly-cooked flavor of it. "I can't speak bird, but if you do, tell him that I say well met, as well." He glances over his shoulder at the alighted bird. "You seem a decent sort."

LilyMoore giggles as the robin preens his feathers a little, posing this way and that. "Oh, they can understand us perfectly well, as far as I can tell....or maybe it's just the ones here in the Abbey who can. They just can't speak it, most of them." The robin twitters something, and the mousemaid give shim another crumb. "Don't drop those down his shirt." The robin meekly cheeps something. The mousemaid crumbles another well done scone on the ground, then opens her picnic basket all the way. "Want jam on your scones?" She holds up an almost empty jar of raspberry jam. "I'm cleaning out the last of the jams and jellies so the jars can be washed."

"Really? I thought it was only the Sparra," Emyuil says, interested. He then shrugs, carefully so as not to knock the robin off. "Sure, why not." He holds out his remaining scone to be covered in jam.

LilyMoore takes the scone and spreads jam on it. "If you're weird, that's why not." She smiles cheekily at him, then covers her eyes with a paw as the robin, slightly jostled by the shrug, accidentally drops a crumb! Giving a peculiar squawk, the robin lands on the bench and covers his eyes with his wings, chirruping apologetically.

Emyuil winks in return, then yelps slightly as the crumb goes down his shirt. He manages to get it to pop out the bottom of his shirt by squirming a bit. Once the scone's returned, he bites into it delicately, enjoying the sweetness of the jam. "My fault," he says to the robin, unperturbed.

LilyMoore pets the robin, who spreads his wings and sings sweetly. "He's glad that you're not mad." She then spreads the remainder of the raspberry jam on her next scone. "I hope Nana and Marek come back soon," she says to make conversation.

"As do I." Emyuil yawns, enjoying the lazy afternoon sunlight, closing his eyes partway as he leans back against the bench. "So...how's your brother?"

LilyMoore goes to place another scone on her uncle's nose....after spreading peach jam on it. "He seems good.....maybe even happy." She suddenly looks sad. "It seems like everyone around me is falling in love and getting married....even Blisa was once engaged, but then he died. And Butterclaw has found someone, and....it makes me feel kinda lonely."

Emyuil sets the scone down so he can talk to Lily without getting scone bits everywhere. His eyes fill with sympathy and he goes to put an arm around her. "I understand. More than you know...believe me. But...falling in love isn't everything. It doesn't define who you are--it changes who you are, strengthens you, I'd imagine. But it's not /you/. It's something else, between you and another. You become wiser maybe--or blind, depending on who it is. But you're still Lily." And I'm still Emyuil, he adds silently. "Am I making sense?"
He watches Lily carefully. "Don't be too bothered about it; if fate means for it to be, then it /will be./ Until then, just live your life and...be yourself, I guess. If you go looking for it, you'll most likely be disappointed. It's like if you lost your bracelet," he continues, pointing down at Lily's wrist. "And you searched everywhere and couldn't find it. And then, when you're least expecting it, it turns up somewhere you hadn't considered--or maybe could've sworn you already looked. So I guess what I'm saying is...be open. Keep your eyes open, but don't overthink it. Just go on with your life, like I said, and you may or may not find somebeast. I make no promises--sometimes it never happens. So don't expect it, but instead appreciate it all the more when--/if/--it does come to pass. 'We know the value of water when the well is dry,'" he finishes, quoting some scrap of writing he found in the library. "So I guess I'm trying to say, give it time."

Leon is still in the open ground but heading their direction. He hasn't done much talking today but then no one has really asked why.

LilyMoore listens to her uncle's advice, watching her bird friends fly up into trees and sing their pretty songs about the weather. Sighing, she says, "You're making sense...and I'll try. I just wish there were more beasts like me..." she looks over his shoulder and waves at her father. "Hi, Daddy! The birds said you were coming." Because of course they did.

Leon smiles "Hello...ouch" He sighs as hurts a little to talk, bad start to the afternoon

Emyuil winces at the shouting, but recovers quickly. "You'll find 'em if they exist, Lil'," he says confidently. He stands up slowly. "Gonna go fetch somethin' t'drink, be right back." He heads off towards the main entrance to the Abbey building after going to ruffle Lily's headfur in farewell, with a nod to Leon as he passes by.

LilyMoore gets her ears ruffled. "Okay, Nuncle Emmy!" She gazes at her father in a concerned way. "Hey, are you okay?" She holds out a slightly burnt scone spread with peach preserves on it. She has some empty jars beside her, and more almost empty ones (along with more slightly burnt scones) in a picnic basket at her feet.

Leon nods "Just...sore neck when move it, somewhat...sore throat, long story" He says quietly as he sits down.

LilyMoore frowns. "I'm sorry. I have some mint tea and honey; would you like some? I brought 2 cups." She pulls them out to show him. She also has pasties and salad down in there....

Leon smiles "Sure.....just be careful...waking a beast you d...don't know well"

LilyMoore's widen as she pours tea for both of them. "Oh? Who'd you wake up? And even if you know them very well, it might be kinda dumb. Like with Momma." She hands him his tea.

Leon gets the tea and sips it before answering "Minsc....he...well he was having a bad dream guess and thought I was someone else suppose" He sips the tea again.

LilyMoore looks at the ground. "Oh...yeah, I have nightmares, too. I can see how he would....wait, so he....oooh." She cringes. "Did he punch you in the throat?"

Leon shakes his head "No he...grabbed me by the throat and almost...." He stops there, ok maybe he wouldn't of killed him but never know, he did almost pass out and that hamster is strong. "He didn't mean to hurt me....he didn't and I know that, it's not like when someone knocked out Caleb."

LilyMoore nods and goes to hug her father. "I'm glad he's a friend...unlike that loser Drake. What's his fascination with Cynthia, anyway?" She sounds grumpy. "I'm glad that you're okay, Dad," she adds in a whisper. "Minsc is nice; we can trust him."

Leon nods "Yes Minsc is nice.....just been through alot I think, sort of a loner guess anyways lets go see what your mother is doing, maybe take rest of day off"

LilyMoore nods and follows her father out of the garden, carrying her picnic basket. She knows some of the trauma that the hamster has gone through, so she has much empathy for him. They find DoraRose busily fixing a tear in one of her dresses; she can be kind of rough on her clothes, sometimes, even though she tries to be careful.

~*END*~

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#1 2017-08-24 03:50:37 PM

Love and choking people (A RWA log)

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