Chapter 1 - The Note
It was morning in Redwall Abbey, and light streamed through the stained glass of the Great Hall, painting the floor a multitude of colors. Lorimis, the Abbot of Redwall, was hopping about like a rabbit, thoroughly enjoying himself. It was a time of peace in the Abbey. Many a season had passed since the great quests of old, like the adventures of Martin, or Matthias, or Mariel, or Triss. The earthquake was so long ago that most beasts couldn't even remember it, and the awful events of the winter were over. It was a beautiful May morning, and nothing could tarnish that.
Silver came down into the Great Hall from the Abbey stairs, stopping at the sight of the Abbot. He blinked. "Wot are you doing?" he asked. He was followed shortly by Honeyfern, who also stopped and stared at the Abbot. "Umm... is everything alright here, then, wot?" Silver turned to her and laughed. "That's wot I want to know! Is something wrong, father?"
Lorimis turned, paws curled up next to his chest, and hopped over, chuckling softly. "Wrong? Why should anything be wrong?"
Silver laughed. "Well, why are you jumping around like that?"
Lorimis smiled. "Well, the dibbuns do it, it's quite fun, actually. Silver, Honeyfern, come hop with me!"
Silver hummed, and said, "I think I will stick with walking for now."
Honeyfern sat down, smiling. "I don't think I should hop when with child."
Lorimis said, "Perhaps, when your children arrive, they will want to hop with me."
Honeyfern smiled again. "Not for a while after they are born, and that's not any time too soon yet." She sighed. "Still don't know a certain someone else's feelings on the whole... newborns around matter."
Silver sighed. "Kiara will get to like them."
Lorimis chuckled, and said, "At any rate, I hope I will be allowed to feel that Honeyfur when the little ones begin to move."
Honeyfern nodded, smiling, and Silver laughed. "You are so odd, Father Abbot!" he said.
Lorimis, of course, continued hopping about like a rabbit.
