08-18-08 2

Characters involved: Zoe_Lang & Gregorian.

RW Abbey: Entry

Ahhh, morning at the abbey. It lacks the fresh, salty air of the shores which Zoe has known all her life, but it makes up for it in beauty. 'Green' isn't something they see too often on the sands. The old doe is doing her morning walk, getting all the stiffies out. And there are a lot. Her limp is always most pronounced at this time of day. She pauses halfway across the entry, stretching her arms up above her head. Yaaaawn.

Gregorian is already awake and about outside. Taking time off from his hectic schedule of trying to look busy to apparently argue with another hare over a patch of flowers "Yah can't eat everythin' here.

They're just there...tah look pretty or somethin'" the fighter doe he was talking to shakes her head "They'll 'ave some use, Greg. Crush 'em up an' go do somethin' with 'em" neither seems to have noticed the Colonel yet or no doubt they wouldn't go on.

Apparently the shore's not much for flowers, either. Zoe's gaze is drawn to the chattering privates, eyebrow quirked by the conversation that makes its way to her ears. She just so happens to be passing behind them on her walk, so she throws in her two cents. "Just don't drink 'em in a tea. You'll be itchin' fer weeks."

Gregorian's ear swivels to the sound of Zoe as the familiar voice draws his attention. A quick glance to remind himself who it is and he's turned around properly and snapped into a salute "Marm!" The doe beside him follows suit until Greg gives her a light nudge and a muttered "Told yah"

Zoe_Lang's lips twitch in amusement. She folds her paws together behind her back and inclines her head to the two. "At ease, Privates. We're on a friendly visit here - no need fer formalities."

Gregorian slowly and slightly warily returns to a slightly more relaxed position. The doe is faster at relaxing, shoulders flopping as she goes back to the subject of plants "So wot are they for? Not tea apparently but got t' be somethin' don't they marm?"

"Well, they're good fer a wicked practical joke, that's fer sh-" Er. I mean. Zoe cuts herself off, then grins. "Nevah mind that. They're just fer looks, mostly."

Gregorian raises a brow and tries not to smirk at the idea of playing jokes on most likely recruits "Think we could take some back with us?" the doe with him seems to be occupied with looking puzzled with the seemingly useless plants.

"I don't see why not. Can't promise you they'd grow s'well on the mountain, though," she warns. Zoe then looks from one hare to the other, paws resting on her hips. "An' don't forget - I work in the infirmary. So if any hares come in with a strangely itchy throat, I'll know where t'look." She smirks.

Gregorian looks perfectly innocent at the suggestion "Why perish the thought marm! I'd nevah do such a thin' as tah make a bod ill for a laugh...it's Sarbia 'ere yah've got t' watch. I just think they're pretty and stuff" clearly a lie but the doe apparently named Sarbia looks even more innocent...and a little confused.

Ha. Zoe merely snorts. "Uh huh." She shakes her head at the two. "Sure." But she doesn't press, only chuckling. "... So, how're you likin' our stay so far?"

Gregorian directs his attention up to the abbey building "Nevah visited before. Isn't quite as big as the mountain but, if yah don't mind me sayin' so marm, it's a might bit grandah! Lot different. Nice food though"

"Oh, aye. It's definitely grandah. Form 'n' function're two very diff'rent things and the foundahs of Sala were definitely more concerned with the lattah." Zoe smiles slightly. "But I still the ole rock." She looks towards the Great Hall and Kitchen at mention of food. "Aye, they've always had the best food, even back t'what I remembah when I was... well, youngah than you two. I lived here for a season or two, before the Patrol."

Gregorian carefully glances the Colonel over "Find it 'ard tah believe yah were evah that young marm" he almost regrets saying it but he's soon directing attention elsewhere with a nod to the walls "Got function 'ere too. Not quite as good as Sala o' course but walls are thick enough. For beast wot supposed tah be peaceful they've got a rathah strong fort"

Zoe_Lang smirks at Gregorian. "Well, I find it hard t'believe I'm this /old/, lad. Trust in this, if nothin' else - it sneaks up on ya." She then turns her attention to the walls with a nod. "Aye, well. They've no standin' forces unless you count the Ordah," which Zoe obviously doesn't, "so the walls are their main protection. The best kind for peace-lovin' folk. They c'n win battles without swingin' a single blade." She grins. "Though they might throw a lot o' rocks."

Gregorian glances over his shoulder, no sign of old age creeping up on him from there "I'll keep my eye out for it marm and fight it tah the grave" he's not getting old. Never going to happen! "Wotevah suits this place though. Wondah they haven't run outta rocks yet. Too bad don't visit more...think we could take their cooks back as well as their plants marm?"

Zoe_Lang chuckles. Ahhhh, youth. It's odd how you can miss it and be so glad you're NOT it anymore at the same time. "I don't think they'd like that too much. But!" And she holds up a finger, smiling at the buck. "I don't think they'd mind if you asked fer a coupla pointahs or a recipe here 'n' there."

Gregorian grimaces at the thought "Are yah crazy marm? Learn how tah cook well and I'd be switch tah kitchen duty. Made tah cook the meals on every patrol and whenevah a bod was hungry" he exaggerates a shudder "Some hares are always hungry marm. Bettah tah cook enough tah suit yah needs and be sure no one knows yah can"

Zoe_Lang chuckles. "... Fair enough, lad. Fair enough." She shifts her weight absently, then squints towards the Kitchen. "Speakin' of cookin', I could use some breakfast. Care t'join me or shall I press on without ya?"

Gregorian starts off towards the building at a swift stride as soon as the idea is put forth "Can't say no tah an officah marm" though he clearly wants to say yes anyway. Sarbia (yes, she is still hanging about and hasn't been forgotten) shakes her head, bemused as she turns to wander off the other way "Think I'll go explore some more. Have a big lunch instead"

Zoe_Lang's eye widens a bit at Greg's enthusiastic response. Without another word, she heads off after him. Silly young buck.