A day at Camp Willow

The batty bat bard Kacy meets the silent otter William.

The day is kind of slow, not surprising, considering how laid back otters are. One is sitting alone, writing stuff on a piece of parchment with a charcoal stick, paying no attention to anything around him, lost in thought.

There is a flapping noise from above. A brown furred bat lands on the branch of the tree next to the otter and leans against its trunk. The brown furred fox bat sits down and pats at her distended gut. "Kacy...you need to lay off the fruit!" She pants.

William looks up and scowls at the stranger. He dislikes strangers. He goes back to writing, trying to ignore the offending bat.

The bat has earned her living off of people who didn't want to see, or rather hear her. It's how she managed to grow so plump, from people giving her food and ale so she couldn't sing. Kacy slides down, still gripping the branch with her feet so she can look at the otter below with a currious gaze upside down. "Whatcha doing?"

William looks up, eyes narrowed. He frowns, then writes quickly, "I am busy."

William looks up, eyes narrowed. He frowns, then writes quickly, "I am busy."

"Well of course you are busy! Why would I ask what a beast was doing if he wasn't doing anything?" The pudgy bat lets go of the branch and lands next to the otter, trying to look over his shoulder, "Oh! A scribe! Whatcha writen? Anything exciting?"

William glares. He seems to consider a moment, then sighs, writing, "I am not a scribe."

"Oh?" The bat tilts her head to one side, then smiles, "Oh! Whatcha writing then? Poetry? Stories?" her smile beams and widens as she leans closer, "Love letters?" She reaches out a wing to snag the paper.

William pulls back, to hide his papers. He closes his eyes, then opens them again. He writes slowly, "My thoughts. Some stories. My mum taught me how."

Kacy nearly tackles the otter in an effort to reach over him to get the paper, "Oh! Let me see! I'm a bard! I can bring your stories to life if they are good!"

William growls. He puts all his papers in his little bag, then sits there, wordlessly staring at the bat.

The bat stays where she is and stares back at the otter with big batty eyes. She blinks once. Apparently she doesn't get the hint. Finely she shoves a wing out, almost into the otters chest, "Hi! I'm Kacy!"

William sighs, then points at his own mouth, frowning. He pulls out a single sheet of parchment and his charcoal, then writes, "Call me Will."

Kacy picks up the paper, peers at it for a bit then nods, "Ah! You're mute!" THe bat tilts her head the other way, "But...you spoke earlier..." She shrugs, "I guess to each their own. Do you live here?"

William narrows his eyes and writes, "I can talk... when I want." The otter sits back, and jots down, "yes", to Kacy's question.

The bat raises an eyebrow, she reaches forward after a lengthy pause to ruffle his head fur, "You're an odd one. Want to grab some food? It's nice to finely meet a beast who doesn't think I'm crazy!" To prove her not crazyness she then tries to wrap her wings around the otters arm and pull him to the nearest tavern.

William sighs again, but he doesn't resist. He decides he may as well humor this weirdo, maybe she'd lose interest. Besides, he was hungry anyway.

Kacy leads the otter into the local tavern. It's not too busy but the beasts who are here reconize the pot bellied bat and groan. "Hey! Watch this!" She whispers to the otter as she practically tosses him at the bar with batty might, "Hey fella's! Who's up for a chanti! How about an old see song!" The bat begins to sign. She gets only three sylibles into the song before alarge plate of fruit is slid down the bar from the tavern keeper, "Stop! Look! Food! Wonderfull tasty food! Just. Don't. SING!" The bat shrugs and chuckles flapping up to the bar and taking the offering of food.

William sits down silently, amid looks, pointing, and whispers. "Oy, would ye look at that! The liddle mute! Looks like 'e couldn't tell that annoyin' bat ta leave 'im be." There is some laughter, but Will ignores it.

It's a little impossible for the bat to not hear this with her overly large ears and keen hearing. Sliding the fruit towards the otter next to her she replies, "Looks like you have your share of fans as well. Apple?"

The tribal fox rubs at his chin, "One second. Group huddle." The vulpine turns to his crew and they begin chatting for a long moment. Finely with several head nods the leader of the pack turns back to the Stoat. "Our ancesters had no concept of material money. We however, do. How /much/ of a cut are we talking here?" Xia rubs at her forehead, "Oh boy..."

William looks at the apple then takes it, and takes a bite, shrugging at Kacy and making it very clear he could care less what the other otters think of him.

Kacy can respect that. As a bard she too has had to put up with annoying tavern patrons. One even killed her lute, her precious wonderfull lute. And her singing voice hasn't gotten better either, not when everytime she practices some beast shoves an apple her way. For once she eats in realitive silence.

William continues to eat but eventually pulls out a sheet again and writes, "Everybeast thinks I'm crazy."

The bat chuckles, patting the otter on the shoulder, "Oh kido...you act like that is a /bad/ thing." Some how the plate full of fruit has dissapeared in that short conversation. The plump bellied bard hicups and giggles. Hopping down off the chair she waddles out of the bar. It's going to be hard flying home tonight...

William waves wordlessly, then leaves as well.