Good-bye, for now (Pre-Halyard Trip IC LP RP)

BlisaMarshmellow · 2021-02-18 08:23:06 PM

This log ICly happened like the day the hares left for Halyard. Terrence and I RPed it later due to schedule conflicts. (And I apologize for taking so long to post it )

SCENE: Salamandastron Recruits Classroom

CHARACTERS: All hares
Terrence, male
Felicity, female

LOG:
Felicity has been doing markedly better, improving every week. She has not been returned to full active duty yet, but she has been allowed to return to some of her old duties. Over the past few weeks, she's been working with a class of Recruits about the plants in the area. She has taught them how to forage, which plants are safe and which ones aren't. Today was a test, and she is sitting at the teacher's desk, grading the students' work. The Healer that had been tagging around with her is nowhere to be seen.

Terrence, having completed the major preparations for the trip up to the village, decides to take a break for a moment or so before the hectic last minute organization begins that will no doubt happen no matter how well the sergeant prepared. Hares missing packs, weapons, or tools will no doubt scramble to get everything and the bespectacled hare hopes he can get them out the door on time - but he has a bit of peace before that. So here he is now, poking his head inside each classroom as at least one hare said who was looking for was this way. At least he comes across the room he was searching for. "Ah, Felicity!" He grins. "How've you been?"

Felicity looks up as the door opens, and her smile is almost like it was before they went to rescue the Dibbuns. "Terrence! I....I'm doing bettah. T'day 'as gone well, although may'aps not foh some o' my students." She's been teaching classes of Recruits, Privates, and even some of the older leverets, and although she's not ready for weapon training yet, she obviously is happy to be resuming her normal duties. She gestures at a couple of boxes full of plants. "Some o'th'Recruits 'ave t'take this class again, else they'll eat somethin' poisonous an' die, wot!" She smiles again. "An' o'w're y'doin'?" She still has some of that faraway look in her eyes, but she is getting better.

"Ah hell." Terrence mutters, looking at the boxes. "Can't say I'm surprised. As fo'h myself I'm about as well as I can be, considering how sullen sergeant Zolomon is - and how I'll be stuck with him. At least the ensign tries to help..." With a sigh he shakes his head. "Oh well, what can one do?" He grins again. "I /am/ very glad to see you up and about, though it's too bad I'll be away fo'h a bit at least."

Felicity looks down. "Aye, 'e an' Xandah were such good friends..." Her paw curls into a fist, and all traces of her mental break vanish as anger and determination bring back her old self. "'Tis naught but a repeat o' when Xandah was kidnapped by that accursed Jedrick. I swear on m'mothah's sword, if whoevah 'as Oz comes 'round th'Western Shores, I'll pay 'em due." She sighs and shakes her head, returning to what's been her normal for the past few months. She stands and looks into his eyes. "Please be gentle wi' Zolomon...I can imagine 'ow 'ard this is foh 'im." She doesn't address his happiness at her recovery, at least for now. "I'll miss you. Do be careful in 'Alyahd."

His expression unreadable Terrence nods. "I can't make any promises if he lets this effect the work that required doing now." He shakes his head. "But I don't really want to think about the amount of mucking we'll have to do in Halyard! I'll certainly miss you too, Lissie - and I'll try to." Allowing himself to grin once again, he adds, "Again can't make any promises but I won't joke to jinx things."

Felicity nods, then goes to take his paw in both of hers. "Tha's 'bout as close o' a promise any Patrollah can make. I guess I'll 'ave t'settle foh it." She smiles back at him. "May'ap in....in a while I'll be able t'visit down there. Get a repoht foh Lord Ciocan and such. See 'ow m'informant's doin'. Make sure y' an' Zolomon 'aven't killed each othah." She can only hope Rioko is well. That vixen is definitely on her friend list, even though they appear to not get along much of the time.

Terrence's smile deepens letting the moment linger, before cracking a laugh. "You mean that old fox who seemed to hate the world? Is she still kicking, even?"

Felicity sniffs, pretending to be offended. "She's not tha' old. Rioko's just fat. And I should 'ope she's still alive -- she owes me." Actually, that's part of how their friendship started, is that they both owe each other so much, they basically are mutually responsible for each other. She then laughs softly, but it's obvious she's suddenly fighting to not drift off into the secluded world of her mind again.

Terrence does his best to hide his snort. "Sure, just insult he'h furthah, why don't you?" He fails and laughs again, the clear sound ringing out. "And to be quite honest seems at least half the beasts o the shore owe you /something/ o'h anothah, wot."

Felicity laughs again, still trying to stay present, like Dom said she must. Like she desperately wants to. "I mean, she kinda deserves it." She then looks a little bemused. "Whot d'y'mean by tha'? I just try t'do good an' be kind. Be th'Patrollah m'parents raised me t'be. I ain't lookin' foh favours."

"Nevah said you were!" Now it's Terrence's turn to be mock-offended, though the joking tone turns somewhat serious as he thinks more about it. "I suppose what I meant was that you'h a fah more social creature than myself."

Felicity smiles a little shyly. "Well, I guess I do try t'make friends. Mum an' Da always said bein' kind may not make the beast a friend, but it may make 'em not be y'enemy, eithah." She swings his paw back and forth a little, still holding on with both of hers. "May'ap I should try t'change 'ow many friends y' 'ave, mm?" Is she joking? Or serious?

With another laugh Terrence rubs the back of his neck with his free paw. "I'd say I'm friends with the hares at the mountain that I can be friends with, at least, but I can't say much fo'h Halyard. /Especially/ considering every non-hare I've met up there's tried to stab me." He brings his free paw to hold her's in turn. "Daresay this time should be different though. I hope, otherwise the amount of paperwork the ensign'll be saddled with will drown him, methinks. And no one wants that..." Trailing off his eyes drift towards the door and hallway beyond. "I think I can hea'h the hares getting ready to set out, actually."

Felicity cracks a smile. "Well, maybe this time can be different. Most Patrollahs believe tha' th'only good vermin is a dead one, and treat all vermin as such. They're only actin' out o' fear an' self-preservation. May'ap y'c'n show 'em not all 'ares are like that." She, too, hears the sounds of preparation, and she goes to hug the buck, closing her eyes tightly in the hopes he won't notice her struggle to stay present...or the tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. "I'll try t'see if I c'n visit you lot soon."

"Hopefully so." Terrence hugs her back, worry briefly flooding his face as he does notice that something's off, but he leaves it be for now. "Well, until you can visit us goodbye fo'h now." He'll allow her to end the hug, though he looks at her with a kind smile. "Can't say I'm eageh to go, really...Also, Lissie -" The smile turns more wry and sheepish, "On a more I suppose practical note, aftah Zolomon and I are gone, you'll be the company sergeant here fo'h the time being. I wouldn't worry to much as the recruits now thei'h business and have come a long way, and that troublesome Wors-." He pauses for a beat, trying to remember the last name again, "Worsh-ski, o'h- well, you bloody well know who I mean -I ordered him to come along with us, so it /should/ be all smooth here. And you've got captain Greg here to help, which I might envy you fo'h! Anyway, farewell fo'h now and I'll miss you!"

Felicity keeps hold of him a little longer, listening to his heart beat. The only response he gets to his first set of comments is a tiny squeeze. But when he starts mentioning their job, she relaxes, and when he's done talking she steps back, nodding. "Right...I think I c'n do it....may 'ave t' 'ave Greg do the weapon training foh a while yet. But wi' Whisowski wi' you, 'twill be bettah." When he leaves, she waves. "'Ll miss y'terribly...bring me back somethin'! 'Twill 'elp y'keep y' 'ead above watah, so t'speak, wot!" When he's gone, she sits back down and wipes a tear away before she gets back to grading...

~*END*~

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#1 2021-02-18 08:23:06 PM

Good-bye, for now (Pre-Halyard Trip IC LP RP)

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