06-06-06

Characters involved: Harper, Jarril, & Racheal.

RW Abbey: Classroom Hall

"See ya later, Francis!" His head turned over his shoulder as he waves to a young mouse novice behind him, Harper steps out of the third classroom with a small satchel slung over his shoulder. He's actually /grinning/ as he turns back around, a certain bounce to his step.

Another day for the major who has of late have been pretty much doing nothing since he's arrived here. So Jarril is doing what all runnah's have done when they're bored and that's be nosey and explore places he hasn't been before which in turn ends up to be the corridor that Harper and the rest of his class has left. Leaning against the wall as he looks at Harper leave, the major smiles. "My, you're quite the student there, Harp, lad."

Harper is still looking back and around as he listens to the chatter of his classmates when Jarril greets him. He's still smiling as he looks around, not quite recognizing the voice in his distracted voice. "Yessir, I -" ... oh. Jarril! He stumbles to a stop, his shoulder bumped forward by a mouse scooching past behind him. He immediately salutes, looking a little wide-eyed. He /almost/ grins, but it wavers uncertainly. "Sir. Hullo." His head bobs in a nod of greeting.

Jarril smiles back. "So I see you're having a good time learning." The hare pushes himself off the wall. "Just what have you learnt today then?"

"... Um." His mind is blank! Oh crap. "Weeee..." His eyes shift around and settle on someone's pack, where a book peeks out, exposing its title. "Oh! We were learning about the history of the Abbey, sir. About when it was originally built." Head bob.

Not replying at first, Jarril only gives a slight raise of his only eye on the sir part but moves on. "I see, well as long as ya keeping up with the work then that's okay. So what ya got planned for now?"

Racheal walked out of her class from asking the teacher something she held two books and a peice of parchment. She smiled and waved at the two hares.

Harper's ears twitch back. He reaches a paw up to scruff at the fur on the back of his head. It is already a standing-up mess, and for all his troubles, it remains a standing-up mess. "Well, I've got class again before too long, but we've got a break between." Pause. "Was planning to get some butter 'n' toast to tide me over." His eyes start to wander and come to rest on the waving Racheal. His ears perk back up and he dips his head in a nod.

Jarril nods to Racheal before returning his gaze back to Harper again. "I see. We need ta talk anyways." Reaching into his pocket he pulls out an apple and tosses it over to Harper. "Besides you may like what I have ta say."

Racheal watches them then goes to rest her paws sitting down as she listens to the door next to her smiling as she hears dibbuns.

Harper's reflexes are sharp as ever, just as a good little recruits ought to be. His paw goes up and he catches the apple with a *thwap*. His head dips in a nod of thinks, though he looks slightly uneasy at word of 'talk'. "Yessir, thanks." He sends another glance Racheal's way before taking a step down the hall, not exactly sure where if anywhere Jarril wanted to have this talk.

Jarril gives a grin at Harper's reaction and speaks. "I've decided ta let ya choose what ya want ta go in the patrol. If it's ta be a runnah, then a runnah, if it's ta be a fightah or a healah then ya can do that. I'll support ya all the way in whatever ya choose. That's all I have ta say, I know ya be good at doing any position in this patrol. Just let me know which path ya chosen ta take."

Racheal still sits there listening to the dibbuns class.

Harper stops short when Jarril starts in to talking, and it doesn't take long for him to start staring in slack-jawed surprise. His ears give a disbelieving twitch and it is only after several seconds pass that he realizes some response is required of hhim. His head dips in a quick nod and he shuts his mouth before he finally replies. "... Sir, I- I don't know what to say." Pause. Blink. "... Thanks," he concludes lamely, but with genuine gratitude and a fair amount of surprise mixed in.

Jarril moves his ears about in a dismissal type of way at Harper. "Oh don't mention it, ya had ta much of people saying what ya can and can't do. Time for ya ta make ya life the way ya want, be it good or bad. Besides my father did it for me so I am passing it along. Though come ta me if ya need any help and I'll be happy ta give any advice I can."

As Jarril speaks and the younger buck listens, Harper can't help it. He drops his gaze. After all, it's either that or let Jarril see the mixture of emotions warring in his eyes. His jerks in a series of silent nods, and only after several seconds can he get a response out. There's something funny about his tone. "... I can't- I dunno how to tell you..." Failing twice in his attempts to express his appreciation, he gives a minute shake of his head and just goes the simple route. "... Thanks." He looks up, his gaze solemn. "Jarril," he adds. "Thanks, Jarril." No longer 'sir'.

Jarril nods though he has some questionable look and stops himself from saying something. Giving a pause he does speak again. "Well, whenever ya ready ta tell me, ya know where ta find me. If ya excuse me, I have other things ta do and ya have class." The older hare turns around and begins to walk off again.

Harper watches Jarril walk off, the apple he has been given still gripped in his paw. His paw squeezing around it reminds him of its presence and he glances down, turning the apple over in his paw. Blink. He lifts it slowly, polishing it on the front of his habit as he watches Jarril walk off. It's only when someone bumps into him on the way to the class /he's/ supposed to be going to that he starts moving. He turns, heading for class. With a lot other than his class to think about.

Created by Oklina