A reunion of friends.
Salamandastron: Level One
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You have come to a large intersection of paths. Passages lead off in
every direction, turning and spiraling off into the distance. There is a
clearing of sorts where they all meet, a circular 'room' which gives space
for traffic to pass smoothly in all directions.
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( No luck. Hazel knows her brothers enough to know that Roscuro isn't really in any true physical danger. Maybe just the emotional sort. Alder and Hornbeam cross their arms, almost at the same time. Alder can't help a wicked little grin on his face, and Hornbeam can't help but look rather frightening. "Are you serious?" Horn repeats, ears leaning towards Roscuro. "About m'sister? You'll be sharing a room, after all." Alder nearly bounces on the balls of his feet. Draaama! is what his face seems to read. "Sounds pretty serious to me!" Al adds freshly. )
Footsteps on the stairs and walking into sight is the recorder in his trim maroon tunic jacket. He pauses when he sees the younger hares and nods his head to them all. "Afternoon everyone."
Roscuro ergs a little and only manages a simple nod before thinking up something quick to get him out of this mess. "Uh...I think I left my...anchor up...on the ship, yeah." he nods. "Excuse me while...I go fix it." he nods, turning around, hoping they don't stop him. He spots Quinten and gives a wave, pausing in his steps.
Roscuro's face is rather scarred. His snout looks like it's been broken and reset many, many times. His eyes are dark green. Or rather his eye is dark green, since he only has one of them, the left eyelid sewn shut. His fur, which is entirely black, is always kept clean so that he looks as good as he can. The hare's whiskers are pure white and are visible against his dark fur. Handsome, young, and quick, the hare does his best to be up to code.
He wears a thick leafy green tunic with sleeves that can be quickly removed. His trousers are dark brown and lightweight. Both trousers and tunic are densely populated with pockets of various sizes, each one the correct size for containing a certain handy tool. The arms and shoulders of the tunic bump slightly, from the looks of it there are hardened pads under the material, for light protection. This uniform carries a small Long Patrol insignia sown into the front pocket, and a black badge on either shoulder. Each badge shows a white square, perhaps a symbol showing this hare to be a runner. On his back is a quiver of arrows and over his shoulder is a bow.
The two brothers both get a similar scowl on their faces, but allow Roscuro to pass. Behind him, Ros might be able to hear them whispering hotly to each other. Along the lines of "We shouldn't let her--" and "She's an adult, you know..." He can likely guess who is saying what. Hazel is busy reading through her journal, out of earshot of Quinten for the moment.
What do you want to whisper?
Quinten tilts his head, "Roscuro... good day to you. You are well I trust? I've not seen you for some time." He stops the runner and smiles at them. "You have been well? Did I hear you mention your boat? How is that doing?"
Roscuro nods and chuckles a little. "Oh, I'm doing quite well, thanks." he nods a little, going over. "Yeah. My boat's doing good too." he then hums a little. "Going so good actually, I've left the patrol to sail about and such." he nods. "Sailing always was my favorite thing to do." the buck nods. "What about you? How have you been?"
Quinten blinks, "Ahh well that is good to hear, following your dreams is important. I followed mine and now look at me. I am in charge of the library and I couldn't be happier." he grins. "I am doing really good actually for the most part, having a great time of it. So I couldn't be more pleased. So where have you been sailing too lately?"
Roscuro nods a bit. "Yeah." he smiles a little then laughs a bit. "Good on ya! Working hard and getting what you want is a great feeling." he nods before shrugging a little. "Wherever the waters take us!" he nods, motioning to Hazel. "She's coming with me. So I'll probably leave it up to her on where we go and when we come back." he chuckles. "Just resupplying right now and all that."
Quinten chortles. "You sure you're not really an otter in disguise? All this bobbing about on water. I have to admit I hate sailing myself. It is never good for me always leaves me feeling ill." he grins. "But I am recorder and Zoe, I mean Colonel Lang is happy to have me tucked away with the books and not causing mischief.
Roscuro laughs a little bit and pulls at his fur lightly, nodding. "I'm no otter." he smirks. "Anyways. Not everyone has a thing for sailing. I was born on a ship and sailed for a part of my life. I loved it then and I still love it now." he chuckles. "Libraries tend to make me sleepy." he grins.
Quinten chuckles, "See I only sleep in the Library when it is a warm summer afternoon and I have the window open. Still I am keeping fit I refuse to become one of those fat old duffer recorders you tend to see at Redwall."
Roscuro laughs a little bit and hums. "Been to Redwall once." he nods. "Its a nice place. Don't like the mice though. Too many of them." he laughs with a smile. "Food is good."
Roscuro laughs and nods a little. "Yeah! I can imagine." he chuckles before hrming. "I think I'm going to go off and see what else I need for the ship before Hazel's brothers start to question me again." he laughs a little bit. "Will see you again!" he nods, heading off, but not before giving Hazel a kiss on the cheek and waving goodbye to those two brothers.
Quinten nods and waves, "Well don't be a stranger Roscuro, i will see you around." he nods to the younger hare and heads on his way toward the dinning hall.
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