"This is going to be amaz-zing!" (A tiny bit Redemption of Marek TP)
FV:Nightbreath's Home:Main Room
As you walk in, you see a strange symbol carved over the doorway.
The center of the room is dominated by a rectangular oaken table, inlaid with countless glyphs, runes, tales, and prophecies, apparently carved by a claw. There's an assortment of plain wooden chairs, unadorned, except the back of each is marked in the same way as the doorway. The right wall of the room harbors a small fireplace, with a long, jagged katana-like sword sometimes kept on pegs over the mantle. A plain metal rack accomodates a set of brass fireplace tools, all lined up neatly and within easy reach of a mat on the floor in front of the fire.
Upon the mantle is a woodcut, simple, yet polished and maintained as well as is mortally possible. Next to it lies a scroll, kept in a metal tube and plugged at the end with a wood stopper. Opposite to the fireplace, on the left wall, is an ordinary wooden shelf with a carved skull of indeterminate species set on an elegant stand--the skull doesn't quite look real, but it does look like bone--, carved with strange markings. Arcane plants grow in small holders fashioned from earthenware; they, too, are on the shelf. To the right of the shelf, against the floor, stretching from under the shelf's far edge to the back wall, where they turn and extend past the back corner so they continue along the back wall and now face the front wall, a row of simple wooden cabinets contains cutlery, simple unadorned dishes, cloth place settings that are also unadorned, and simple food supplies--Even Seers must eat.
Next to the cabinets, which are covered over the top with a nice wooden countertop pitted and scarred with a few indentations from preparing food while lacking a cutting board in the first few days of inhabitation--Nightbreath has since acquired a sheet of light-colored wood for this purpose--And in the back wall, a pair of wooden doors are positioned, leading to the sleeping quarters of the respective residents of the house, the left leading to Ragg's and the right leading to Nightbreath's. The door handles are black iron, privacy made available by simple latches on the face of each that is within the room, a small bar about the length of one claw swiveling vertically to fit into holders on the inside of the doorframe.
On the front wall, just to the right of the door for easy access, sets of wooden pegs for the cloaks of the house's occupants are mounted, with room above the row of pegs on a small wood protrusion for swords to be hung as well, and in addition a strange knob, apparently designed to hold something rope-like coiled around it, but it's currently bare.
Upon the table is a low, shallow bowl of foggy glass-crystal, with perfectly clear pale-blue water that never seems to spill, or even slosh around in the normal manner, only rippling slightly when one makes contact with it.
Exits: [R]agg's [R]oom, [S]leeping [Q]uarters, [O]ut
Contents:
A woodcut on the mantelpiece
Nightbreath the ermine. Blisa the cat and Ferdinand the ferret. Scioto the cat.
After Blisa's return, Nightbreath, as soon as he deemed she'd recovered, took the kitten to his home. He walks into the room now after unlocking the door. He hangs his cloak and blade-rope up on the pegs by the door, and sits down at the table.
Blisa may be physically recovered, but there is a question of if she's having problems mentally. She is laying under the table, sketching on the bottom of it with a charcoal pencil. Ferdinand is standing by the fireplace. He has only left the young cat's side when she was sleeping. His mind and heart are still wracked with feelings of almost paralyzing regret for what he deems a failure to protect her, and he is not letting her out of his sight. He nods a greeting to the Seer, but for now stays silent.
"Blisa," Nightbreath whispers softly. "May I speak to you?" He nods to Ferdinand in return, then returns his attention to the Chieftain's daughter. "I'm glad you're safe."
Blisa pauses in her sketching long enough to look up at the ermine's face. "Thanks. And you can talk to me, but I won't guarantee that I'll answer." As she goes back to sketching, Ferdinand sits on the floor and leans up against the wall, pulling out a grass belt he's making. He starts to braid the 4 strands, his fingers weaving them expertly.
Nightbreath nods. "I understand." He decides, after a moment, where to begin. "Can you recount how you were captured for me, or is that too much to ask? Also. I received some information that may be of importance to our future efforts against Irinevok. If you would like to hear it let me know."
Blisa continues to draw, her eyes getting a faraway look in them. "I was taunting him. I was trying to get him to think Dad was dead so he's leave him alone and stop trying to kill him. Then we had a battle and I got hit in the head and I blacked out." Ferdinand stifles a sigh and continues weaving his belt, his brow furrowed because of his mental aguish.
"You can leave if you wish, Ferdinand," Nightbreath says as an aside to the bodyguard. "An interesting tactic," he says to Blisa. "Did you fight well, at least?"
Ferdinand at first shakes his head, then rises and goes out the front door, muttering something about needing a drink of water. Blisa continues to draw on the bottom of the table. "I bit him. And I think I scratched him. It's all kind of foggy..." she might be suffering from a minor concussion. Maybe.
"Stay still," Nightbreath advises. "At least you marked him, which is all anybeast could ask." He inquires, "What are you drawing, anyways?"
"Marek shaking paws with Martin the Warrior." Blisa mumbles, focusing on her sketch. "I've had a headache for weeks. Did you hear that Marek saved my life? He knows I'm mad at him, and yet he saved my life. Maybe he really has changed..."
"Times have changed," Nightbreath mutters to himself. "I believe he has. I am loathe to believe it after all he's done, but apparently he has. _However_, that being said, Ragg and I are going to be watching him. This wouldn't be the first time somebeast has 'changed'. Better to sleep with one eye open for the time being."
Blisa is putting allot of detail into her drawing. "Y'know, you're not very comforting sometimes. Didn't Ragg used to be a minion of Stormfeather, but now he's not? Perhaps Marek has changed in the same way."
"Ragg was marked by the Great Light. The ultimate power runs in his blood. That's different. True, however, is your point. Very true. The odds are less likely, but still there." The ermine pauses. "Sometimes fate is at work, other times we're just wishing so hard that we see fate where there is none."
Blisa resists the urge to say 'BURN!" and now lets her arms down to rest across her abdomen, the intricate, detailed drawing finished. It's expertly and lovingly crafted, and looks like an artistic master had done it. "We shall see as time goes on how much he has changed. I wonder if perhaps Martin has picked him for some noble purpose..."
"Well done," Nightbreath whispers softly. "I am proud to have my table so marked."
Scioto makes his way to the seer's doorway and knocks on the door after a short while of waiting.
Ferdinand is sitting on the front steps, but he gets out of the way as his boss comes up to the door. He nods, holding the belt he's braiding in one paw. "Good day, Thir." He looks miserable. Blisa, meanwhile, smiles up at her drawing. "I saw it in a dream while I was stuck in Irene's pit. It actually was a repeating dream I had while I was in there..."
Nightbreath rises and opens the door for Scioto after saying to Blisa, "Interesting. Do you believe you got the full intended message of the dream?" He nods for Ferdinand to come back in if he likes.
Scioto walks in and goes over to Blisa to hug her if he is able to. He looks worn out and tried. Well he was searching the woods and finally gave up and there is more important things than hunting an insane mouse, and that's making sure Blisa is ok.
Blisa has crawled out from under the table when her father entered, so they are able to hug without being squished under the table. "Martin thinks that Marek has changed. That's all I feel I need to understand. " As she goes to bury her face in her father's tunic, Ferdinand comes in and sits by the fireplace again and continues to silently weave his belt.
Nightbreath stands up. "I await your orders, Chieftain," he says softly to Scioto, folding his arms behind his back.
Scioto hugs his daughter as he speaks "I do not know, I tried to find that insane beast, as well as someone else but I found neither and so came home. I am too tried to fight well."
Blisa has the remnants of a bruise on the back of her head, which confirms the theory that she has a slight concussion. She stays silent, just hugging her father, finding comfort in holding her most treasured person in the world close.
Nightbreath awaits orders still, saying nothing, his eyes closed as he meditates while standing.
Scioto watches the Seer, he then sits down as he is very tried and looks ready to fall asleep. He may just fall asleep in fact.
Blisa crawls back under the table after her father falls asleep and starts to draw a kind of mist with stars all around the edge of her drawing. "How do you do that without falling over?"
"Practice," Nightbreath says without opening his eyes.
Blisa narrows her eyes as she draws. "I hope a draft knocks you over," she mutters darkly. Ferdinand has basically been silent this entire time, too wrapped up in his own thoughts to join in the conversation.
"As if that would happen," Nightbreath says confidently. "Are you hungry, either of you?" he asks his guests.
Blisa looks longingly at the ermine. "I want one of DoraRose's pizza's. I kid you not, those things are the best kind of food in. the. world." Ferdinand gets a dreamy look on his face. "They are good...."
"I've never had them. I must try one sometime." Nightbreath rummages through the cupboards lining the far left wall.
"They are to fight for." Blisa says earnestly. Ferdinand just laughs. "Well, at leatht for the latht thlice." The young cat crawls out from under the table. "What do you have?" she asks as she sits on the countertop, ears tilted forward, communicating her curiosity.
"A bit of this, a touch of that," Nightbreath says airily. "Some leftover bread...a few herbs, some vegetables...hm, I forgot we had this many potatoes still...No cheese though. Although I'm sure we could fetch some."
Ferdinand stands up and comes to examine the contents of the cupboards. "Hmmmm....I need a medium pot, thome cheethe, and....a thkillet." Blisa claps her paws eagerly, jumps down off the countertop, and goes to rummage through more cupboards. "Ferdy's gonna cook for you! He's literally the best cook in all of Mossflower....he can make delicious foods out of nothing!" The ferret blushes and hides his face in the cupboard, pretending to be looking for onions.
Nightbreath smiles softly. "I would be honored. Shall I fetch some cheese, then?"
"Yeth, go, pleathe do." Ferdinand says as he starts pulling out bread, herbs, vegetables, potatoes, herbs. "I'll altho need water." Blisa has pulled out the pot, skillet and 2 spoons. "This is going to be amaz-zing!" she sings out, clapping her paws. She looks like she wants to twirl around, but she is controlling herself. Probably because her head hurts so badly.
And so Ferdinand uses his culinary skills/talents to make an amazing potato, vegetable and cheese soup with croutons. Because he's AMAZING like that :D Thanks for reading! And, yes, I was wanting pizza and I was hungry while I was doing this RP. What can I say? I'm hyper with the appetite of a hare sometimes. Deal with it. ;)
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