Blisa and Reseda have a chat in the pit (Redemption of Marek TP)
Irinevok's Camp:Captive Area
Its a large and deep hole. There is no way out unless one throws a rope down and its a good 30 feet down. This is where captives are kept
Reseda the stoat. Blisa the cat.
Reseda can not do much but pace back and forth in here, she has checked on Blisa couple times and then sits down by the wall, or..well its sort of a wall I guess.
Blisa is furious. Her dirk and dagger have been confiscated, and her minute size is only accentuated by the depth of the pit. She is standing by one of the walls (at least, they look like walls...) and is looking up, her brow furrowed and green eyes narrowed as she thinks.
Reseda speaks "I have tried, too slippery." She sounds tried and her throat is sore also. She has some cuts on her arms and a black eye as well, but other wise seems semi-ok.
Blisa scowls and rests a paw on the wall. "And if we try carving steps into the wall, we'll get caught. Hang it." She prowls over and sits by the Master Healer, crossing her arms grumpily. What little armour she'd been wearing is sitting in a pile on the other side of the pit. "I really, really hate this stupid mouse. I wish Basil had been able to catch him..."
Reseda says, "Yes he is insane, he was about to kill me when he instead forced me to tend to a couple wounds he had, said he would kill me when I was of no use to him anymore. He may of killed another healer that was here, I...I have no idea. He killed a blacksmith that was here when they refused to keep helping him."
Blisa sighs, then smiles slightly. "You mean Leon, don't you? A male mouse with only 1 paw?" She glances at the guards, then writes in the dirt, /He survived. His wife, DoraRose Strongheart, and some otters were able to help him. He's back in Redwall now./ After she lets the stoat read the message, she carefully erases it, making the patch of soil look just like did before.
Reseda nods slowly as she reads it, a guard looks down right after the message is erased as she sighs "Sad to think this crazy mouse would harm a healer..." The guard assumes they are just kicking dirt around so like who cares and the guard is most likely bored.
Blisa starts to do a rough sketch of Irinevok with a knife in his back. Even though she's doing it with her finger in dirt, it shows remarkable skill and talent. "He's nuts. Anybeast who'd wish to harm a healer simply because they are healers should be drawn and quartered. Or locked in a padded cell somewhere..."
Reseda holds back a chuckle and nods, she looks up and sighs as she speaks "Wish someone would find us, then he has moved camp a couple times." She looks like she has a question but at the same time decides not to ask it just yet but she is concern it seems.
Blisa sketches another drawing of the crazy mouse getting crushed in the coils of an enormous snake. "I hope Ferdinand doesn't take this too hard...it wasn't his fault." She glances at the healer, then looks back at her drawing. "Marek's in a deep faint, but Valerie thinks he'll /probably/ live."
Reseda frowns at the words, "Marek is...is what?" She sounds very worried and blinks back tears, "T...Then I...I am sire he will...be ok, I hope so anyways...how did he...get hurt, Irinevok?"
Blisa frowns slightly, and starts to draw what looks like Marek shaking paws with Martin the Warrior. "Irinevok was trying to kill me and Marek got in the way of the arrow. I owe him my life; if he hadn't pushed me, I would be dead right now." She keeps her gaze focused on her drawing, and she puts much more detail into it than she did her other 2.
Reseda makes a small sob noise and then tries to relax as she takes a couple deep breaths and nods..."O...ok, I...I don't want him to...to die"
Blisa nods slowly. "I guess I don't, either. I want to ask him....why. Why he saved me. I...I don't understand it. I used to hate him, but now I'm not so sure..." her drawing is complete, and it is very definitely Marek and Martin the Warrior shaking paws.
Reseda stares at the drawing and closes her eyes "I..I don't know much of his past, just who he is now and he is quiet and likes to read alot, he also is polite and friendly and to me he seems kind. He is a good cook" She does manage a chuckle "Great scone maker and ...well...I started to...sort of..."
Blisa turns her green-eyed gaze to the stoat, her face suddenly hard, her jaw clenched. "He tried to take over Mossflower. He tried to kill my father, and in doing so somehow made him forget me. He didn't recognize the sight of his own /daughter/. He then took over Redwall, the first beast to successfully do so in many seasons. I swore once to see him be killed and dance upon his grave." She sighs and stares at her drawing. "But now....partly because my father asked me to, and partly because...." she pauses, then continues, "I have decided to give him a second chance....and I must find out why he saved my life, when I have hardly shown him any kindness."
Reseda frowns at this "He...never mentioned his past, just he was seeking forgiveness and seemed to fail when he asked the abbot for it. He was asked to leave and he said he did so peacefully. Then again I didn't ask his past as he was so upset that day, he was crying. I told him to give it time and to try and not think on it too much. Me and him had breakfast the next day in the tavern and talked a while, well till he had to open the tavern for lunch and I had to get back to the infirm. I...I don't know, I...have feelings for him, maybe that's dumb I really don't know"
Blisa shrugs. "I know nothing about love or whatever, so I really aren't in the place to be judging somebeast on thier feelings for another." She suddenly claws through her 2 drawings of Irinevok, making deep gouges through in the dirt. "I just want to get out of here! Cures that stupid excuse for a mouse! I should rip his stupid face off!!" She stands and bangs a paw on the wall.
Reseda says, "Love is...well its hard to explain, maybe one day your understand you never know"
Blisa sighs and looks at the stoat. "Maybe...." she sighs again and goes over to her armour, sorting through it as she tries to come up with a plan of escape.
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