Fall Feast Part 3
...continuation of Fall Feast Part 2
Benick grins and begins eating the candy she gave him, while Luna yawns curling up against Mabel
Mendelssohn grabs a paw and sucks on the singed pawtip. "Oh, ye' I'm arigh'... got a liddle too confiden' with a new set of steps, I guess... you didn' happen to meet here a mouse wha's older, taller, a bi' reddish fuh', wha' withan a sizeable ring on'is finger?"
Cuddling Luna close with one paw, Mabel gets a piece of candy from her bag and joins Benick in snacking on the sweets.
Tristan breathes out, smelling the wine on his own breath. He nods at Flick's suggestion. He turns back to Mendelssohn, shaking his head, "Can't say I have."
Mendelssohn looks slightly distraught at first, but then shrugs, "Well, I'as supposed t'meet 'im... bu' I guess is isn't t'be..." He seems in bliss for a moment, closing his eyes at a particular passage played by a troupe off in a corner of the hall, "Y'kno', 'at par'cud use a littl' more o' the one insrummen'... i'd be jus roigh' in thea'... maybe sumthin' t'make i' diffren'. Wot's you think, hm?"
Tristan shrugs, "Mayhaps. Do you play?"
The otter at the table, meanwhile, looks quite seriously at the mouse and other otter, peering almost /vilely/ at the pair, slamming down his drink. He leans over to a now lonely hedgehog, the same as the mouse had been sitting next to, but still maintains the gaze at the two, "Y'knows... I 'ates bein' lef' sudden-loike loike... a fun-lovin' beast'as oi! Lef' fer 'at stumblin'block. Huh!"
Mendelssohn shrugs. "I play wif a bi' of it'all, actually. Mos'ly I used ta wroit for 'is Majesty Ni'lorf of Arreva'... bu'... well, I lef' cuz it's a mess now... squirrels claimin' t'be of this blud n' 'at, nob'dy in charge... a mess.."
Tristan glances at the otter behind him with calm grey eyes, but says nothing, turning back to the mouse, "Well, i'm sure none of them would mind if you borrowed their instrument," he says,
Mendelssohn laughs, "Nah, 'sok... I wudn' be so rude.. I'm sure I've moi own id'eas abou' a lot, I'd make't too difficul' to follow. Maybee I cud wroit'm a bit o' summing, sumtim', ough'." He notices the otter too, and his eyes go wide. He looks back at Tristan. "Almos' looked like 'e'ad 'at terrible mas' on for a momen'! Wha'sis problem?"
Tristan nods slowly, "Maybe so," he glances over his shoulder to the otter again, "Don't know, but he looks rather annoyed."
Triver, drinking himself into a fit, starts talking to the fox mask and laughing, the hedgehog nearby eyeing him carefully and scooting over a bit. All around, though, most seem not to notice, "Oi', am gunna foin' da' fox n' kill'em, /then/ they'll remember m'name! Heh, heh!"
Claaer arrives from the Staircase..
Claaer yawns as she looks around, she blinks as she must of fallen asleep in her chair.
Bargynn arrives from the Staircase..
Mendelssohn shrugs, "Oh'ell, I'm gonna go'n talk t'summa th'playahs, now't ya've convinc'd me." He bows, "Pleas'ta meatchya again, eh... oh'm Mendelss'n, by th'way!"
Claaer sits up and folds her paws in her lap.
Tristan nods at the mouse, and looks towards Claaer, "Sleepy?" he asks, with a slight grin. He does is best to ignore the ramblings of the otter behind him, most of which he can't actually make out because of the distance and his accent.
Bargynn was resting in his chair quietly, his arms crossed over his chest. Two apples sat on the table next to him.
Claaer smiles "A little it was an intresting night"
Bargynn looks up at Claaer and smiles, giving her a nod. "Indeed it was. Great performances all around methinks.", he replied.
Tristan nods, "It has been that." he glances around, seeing the greatly decreased numbers. "Too bad it's ended rather early."
The small troupe of players begins to wind down, the whole ensemble dwindling to a lyrical duet between a high-voiced vole and a hogmaid on a mandolin-like instrument. Mendelssohn goes over and nods to the leader, who is packing his things, a squirrel. They're seen talking a bit, but it's low, since there's a performance going on just near them.
Bargynn nods. "Aye. Tis a pity. Still, it was fun when it lasted.", he said, smiling.
Claaer nods as she smiles again.
Tristan looks the band over, and nods to himself. "They're not half bad," he says, listening to the players.
Bargynn grunts as he stands up from his chair, looking about the great hall. "I think I might go outside for a bit, get meself some fresh air.", he says.
Claaer looks aroud "All beats go to bed guess or most"
Oz arrives from the Staircase..
Oz makes his way into the great hall and nods to the beasts still here and sits down in his chair.
Triver gives up the hallucinatory conversation and finishes off his goblet with a slice of redcurrant turnover. "Mmmm, 'is awfolly gud, 'isis! Chagrin, ge' over'ere 'n sa' abyes t'yer frens, we's goin' back inna shor'whoile!" In a flash, the otter seems to be socializing normally again, completely unaffected by anything, clapping backs and telling stories and waiting for his nephew to come over. "Nowayesaid! Ge' over'ere!"
Bargynn quietly makes his way to the abbey's entry way and steps out.
Tristan simply looks strangely at the otter, and then watches as Bargynn leaves. "Greetings Oz." he says as he relieves a passing tray, carried by a kitchen worker, of a glass of wine.
Oz nods "Greetings, things have calmed down it would seem"
Tristan nods wistfully, "It has. I'm guessing that most of the feast took place before I showed up? Seemed rather short."
Claaer heads outside and into the Abbey Entry..
Oz shrugs "Off and on stuff going on it seemed,was alot here"
Tristan nods, looking towards an abandoned mandola leaning against a bench, it's owner is passed out on a tale nearby from a combination of food and alcohol.
Mendelssohn yawns, and smiles, taking leave of the bandleader to awkwardly scoot through an army of dibbuns and take a seat by the fire near a dozing mousemaid. He sighs, letting out what looks like quite a lot of stress from whatever was going on that day before the festival. The mousemaid wakes up slowly and looks over, but doesn't say anything.
Tristan glances at the mouse by the fire, relieved to not hear any outbursts from the otter behind him. He steps over towards the mandola, making sure it's owner is well and truely out before he picks it up, tuning the pairs of strings quietly.
Oz has fallen asleep in his chair, every one in a while he snores:P
Mendelssohn looks behind him briefly at the otter, smiling at the sounds of open intervals twanging gently, yet through the white noise clearly. The mouse looks back at the maid, "Lovl'y souns, I a'mos apprecia' th'soun' of a tunin' than'a actual musi... s'familiar, even i'th song ain'." She smiles politely, nods, but doesn't seem to relate.
Tristan seems to have tuned it to his satifaction, though a master musician would have easily picked up a few of the otter's mistakes. He plucks at the strings lightly, playing the begining of an melody that sounds like it wouldn't be out of place accompanied be the bagpipes of the highland squirrels. The upbeat tone seems to contrast with the grim face and quiet demeanor of the player.
The otter puts on his disguise once more for the dibbuns, giving a hoarse growl and shoveling them up in his arms, the ignorant adults nearby being a bit more light-hearted about the otter now and chuckling, though none were privy to his earlier psychosis... he finally looks down at his nephew through the mask, "'Roight, nah, kiddo... we'is goin' hum t'ya muffah, an'dun gi'me a ward'bout't... y'had fun, didntcha?" He looks across at Tristan, the big dopey grin on the black fox head staring him dead on, before he hoists the dibbun up on his shoulder and waves to the others goodnight.
Jillian walks down the stairs, rubbing her pregnant stomach as she steps into the hall. She waves to the beasts inside, smiling softly as she makes her way towards her usual chair close to the fireplace, "Hello, everybeast. Good evening, isn't it?"
Tristan struggles to divide his attention between playing the mandola, nodding a gretting to Jillian, and keeping an eye on the otter in a fox outfit.
Jillian chuckles as she watches the performance, blushing as she realizes that she might have ruined the performance. The ottermaid remains quiet now, rubbing her stomach before tapping her chin. Tea would be nice. She gets up carefully and walks into the kitchen, returning a few moments later with a hot pot of water and some cups, seeing as she probably isn't the only one who'd want some tea. She sets them down, pouring herself a cup of chamomile tea and sips it as she sits back down, sighing as she relaxes.
Phineas arrives from the Staircase..
Mendelssohn wanders a bit in thought, letting the sound of the plucked instrument bounce his ideas around, his blissfulness returning as he lies back in the seat and closes his eyes. Behind him passes a still-lively groupe of little ferret cavorters, dibbuns chasing after... the entertainment for the most part still seems going, but beasts are lazier, satisfied by good food, and chuckle and nod instead of shouting and jumping.
Tristan cuts his song short, balancing the mandola on his knee, "Good evening, Jillian, how're you?"
Jillian smiles at the other otter and says, "Doing all right. You didn't need to stop; it was really nice."
Though Phineas has spent much of the afternoon carousing and mingling, his enthusiasm for the festival is not yet waning. Mug of ale in one hand and the arm of a maiden in the other, the cat languidly twirls, engaged in some intoxicated waltz. He nor his dance partner are very conscientious of their timing; they simply giggle and whirl, amused by their own ineptitude.
Oz blinks and rubs his eyes,he was asleep in his chair and looks at the others half asleep.
Tristan shrugs, "Haven't played in ages, surprised I remember what I did." he sets it on the bench beside him, glancing at the cat with a slight grin.
Jillian nods, "Well, what you remember is quite good." She glances over at the cat and his dancing partner as well, giggling softly to herself, "There's something I wish I could do now. I miss dancing."
Mendelssohn shivers with a start, out of his glazed-over demeanor, noticing after a moment that the mandola music has stopped. He twists around the chair to see what's happened to it, and when he turns around, there's a badger dibbun. He looks over at Oz, "'um, 's ee yores, sir? Hi liddl' guy!"
The mouse smiles, looking off in the background at the ferrets, then back to the dibbun, "You'dinnit foin' th'ferre's t'yore likin'?"
Oz sits up better and yawns"Tried..how is everyone?"
Oz blinks and is more awake "I dont have any dibbuns...threw family, I am the dibbun caretaker so I care for all the dibbuns at the abbey,the dibbuns call me PAPA Oz" he chuckles a little.
Jake arrives from the Staircase..
Jake walks down the stairs and nods to all "Hallo all" He sits down in a chair and grins "Night off which is good need sleep for taveling"
Phineas swings his lady in a final dip, synced to the culmination of the tune.
With a sloppy smile and a congenial bow, they part ways, and the cat moseys to a find a more stationary conversation. "Oi, can't tell iffn' it's the brew or the ball, but my noggin's spinnin'." He slurps from his mug, glancing down to inspect his tunic. It looks like the dance slung half of the ale on his shirt.
Oz looks over "Traveling?"
Tristan leans back a takes a sip from his wine glass, watching the hare as he enters. He grins lightly at Phineas and takes in the movement of any beasts left in the Great Hall.
Jake nods "Morning, just bebating on traveling with Bastien and Starlight, I mean I wil be back but may be little while."
Jillian perks her ears as she looks between the beasts in the Great Hall, simply listening as she looks over at them.
Mendelssohn nods and yawns, "Aaaaawwwwhhh... uhh, yawn'scontagiouz jus'bou anywhere y'go, heh... oh I'see... bit'va communal place, is't? 'Pears to be quoi'teemin' wiffum, shou'think they ackshully b'long to somebeasts, heh. Roight, missah badga'?" He looks down at the dibbun, tilting his head and sticking out his tongue, the badger stifling a giggle with both paws.
Oz nods "I see.."
Bargynn comes from the entry.
Claaer comes from the entry.
Oz stands slowly "I am going to bed all, before fall asleep in the chair again"He then heads to his room"Night all"
Claaer walks back in with Bargynn and looks around the room.
Bargynn enters from outside alongside Claaer, smiling warmly at the abbey beasts. "Greetin's, friends.", he says, looking about before moving to sit down upon a chair.
Tristan empties the last of his wine, watching Mendelssohn talking with the dibbun, and then following the rat couple as they enter, nodding a greeting to both.
Jillian waves to the newcoming rats as she sits on her chair, rubbing her pregnant belly as she enjoys the activity going on around her. A dibbun tilts his head at the ottermaid, "Did ya swallow a ball, missy ottah?" Jillian blinks, covering her mouth to stifle a full-on burst of laughter.
Claaer sits down in a chair, she folds her paws in her lap.
Bargynn crosses his arms after sitting down, offering a nod to Tristan in return. "I trust you've all been well?", he asked, smiling.
Tristan chuckles lightly at the dibbun's question, and then to Bargynn, says, "Fine, though things are slowing down."
Claaer looks around "Everyone went to bed guess"
Bargynn nods at Claaer. "Aye. It seems to be that way. It is gettin' pretty late out.", he says.
Phineas claims an unoccupied chair, in which he sinks low, and kicks his boots upon the nearest table. Grin still broad, the cat tipsily eavesdrops on various beasts' conversations, kneading his mug with a thumb. "Best t' leave such disclosures t' Oz, m'lady," he suggests, winking at Jillian. "I'd stick wi' th' ball alibi."
Jillian blushes a little before saying to the dibbun, "You'll find out when you're older." The dibbun giggles, running off to play with his friends again. The ottermaid giggles as well, then sips her tea and smiles at Phineas' suggestion.
Claaer nods "Late, but I liked today and was fun to juggle and do cartwheels."
Tristan grins lightly, and says nothing, watching the dibbuns while sizing up a peice of apple pie on the table next to him.
Jillian smiles at Claaer, "Glad to hear you had a good time. For once, it's glad to hear that everybeast's had a good time." She smiles softly as she looks over everybeast still playing, but slowing down due to the time getting late for them.
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