I Can Play This Game AAAAAAAALL Day
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Aden- Squirrel
Baroodit - Mole dibbun
Noise, noise, noise. LITERALLY all she has dealt with for - what - 2 seasons now? Aden thought she might find some sought after peace and quiet in the Abbey but APPARENTLY not. Nope, now she has resorted to - quiet literally - tucking herself away in the Attic. Wrapped up in a scrap blanket made of old tent bits and costuming, the gray squirrel is curled in a dusty corner with a scarf tied over her nose and mouth to keep the dust out. Past that, it's been tolerable. And quiet - oh lord, finally quiet.
Tucked away on the opposite side of the room Baroodit sits in his own dark corner quietly, he is also here for the solitude, but this is the second time today that someone has invaded this space. The little mole ponders where another good place to go might be so that he can be alone with his thoughts as he looks over at the outline of the newcomer.
Aden is completly oblivious to the dibbun, she's trying to just get to sleep. It continues to alude her, however. It's frustrating, coming all this way for some rest and not being able to sleep. Maybe she could go get some tea. Yes- tea would help. The squirrel wriggles free of her blanket and stands - shaking the dust from her fur and bending to fold the blanket neatly...but she catches something in the corner of her eye. Addy turns and stares at the dibbun, wordlessly. What the hell is he doing up here?
Baroodit blinks silently back at the squirrel as her movements stirs up the dust in the room further. From the amount of dust covering the mole one could judge that he has been sitting here for some time and not moving much. Absent mindedly one of the moles digging claws come up to remove some of the freshly stirred dust from his snout. That done the paw settles back down on to the moles lap slowly to avoid stirring up more of the ever present dust.
What the- no, this isn't right. Who left this up here? Covered in dust...ew. "Er - 'ello there..." she begins, kneeling in front of the dibbun. "I'm Aden, but ye can call me Addy. Whas yer name?" She offers a paw - poor thing looks troubled by something, no other dibbun would sit stock still in this, anyways. Her bushy tail curls around her knees, stirring dust around her in small spirals.
Baroodit looks up to the squirrels face as she speaks, it looks like there's someone home in his dark sad eyes, but if the words are registering it doesn't show as the mole remains silent. The moles makes no move to accept or reject the proffered paw, but the fresh dust spirals prove to much for his already dust filled nose and the mole lets a sneeze go that only adds more dust to the air.
Oh, how precious. Aden sighs (carefully) and reaches into her pocket, offering a bright yellow hankie to the dibbun. He's not going to speak, neither is she. Hey - she doesn't want to be the one putting in all the work here! Her whiskers twitch against the dust, she can feel it clinging to her fur and it bothers her.
Baroodit looks to the offered brightly colored piece of cloth then back to the squirrel, but as before he makes no move to take or reject the offering. If his face were not so shrouded in darkness a flicker of annoyance might of been able to be seen, this mole just wonders why he can't be left alone, everywhere he goes some beast always seems to find him and starts trying to be nice at the cost of his solitude. His eyes return to the squirrels as another sneeze threatens.
Aden sighs again, this time in a huffy manner. "Okay, bud. Whatever you say." She folds the hankie and puts it on the ground in front of him and returns to her own corner. She's not going to /leave/ him there alone, he could get hurt or just...never come down and die of starvation. No, her tea can wait. She again wraps herself in a blanket and reaches into her bag, removes her knitting and sits in absolute silence, knitting a hat. Little dust mite can come to her.
Baroodit lets another sneeze rip as the fresh eddies of dust settle onto his snout, again causing more dust to stir about in this attic space. The yellow hankie collects its own coating of dust in short order as the mole thinks well atleast its going to be quiet, I'm still going to need to find a new place soon. The mole makes a slight snorting sound and brings one of his digging claws up to pick some of the accumulated dust from his nose, but otherwise remains still.
Aden continues knitting in her stubborn manner, occasionally adjusting her position or stopping to count stitches. As the dibbun sneezes she offers "Bless you." Without looking up. In a way it's nice to have someone there who is absolutely quiet - it takes the loneliness out of it. She's not antisocial at all - in fact she's a bundle of energy and quite the partier - just...when she's slept. She can play this game aaaaaaaaaall day.
Baroodit tilts his head slightly so that he can look around the room better, for all the time that the mole has been here he hasn't really been looking around so much as looking inward. As the mole considers what other places he could go from here his eyes settle back to Aden. The moles eyes stay there as he looks the squirrel over in more detail but its hard for him to make out much with the blanket she has wrapped around her form.
Clink, clink, clink. She continues knitting. As an afterthought, the squirrel turns to her bag and peers inside. "Hey, you hungry mate? I 'ave...some bread an' cheese I believe - ah, yes, 'ere it is. If yer 'ungry there it is. Not tryin' te trap ye, jus' offerin." she pushes the bag behind her so she wouldn't even SEE if he got food, and then resumes knitting in silence, stopping, counting stiches, knitting in silence.
Baroodit looks to the bag as Aden speaks, then oddly enough he gives a response as he slightly shakes his head. Even through the dusty murk that permeates the room its easy to tell that the mole has not been eating very well, his already small frame is much thinner than it should be. He watches Aden knit for a few more moments then goes back to studying the rooms possible exits to further isolation.
Was tha movement? She can't be sure, but she could have sworn she saw something small. Maybe he is responsive, after all. And then an idea pops into her mind - a wild one, but perhaps enough to get a proper response from the dibbun. Still keeping her back to him, she offers him an altimatum: "I'll tell ye wha' mate. Ye' talk te me fer a bit an' I will leave ye perfectly alone up here an' keep me mouth shut about where ye' hidin' - mayhaps even bring ye food when ye get hungry. An' won't tell no beast where ye is - soun' like a deal, matey?" She is willing to try anything to get food in him, or at least some answers. She's raised - to date - 4 orphans with the circus, and was one herself at the start. So if this little guy isn't going to cooperate, she knows a few other methods of getting him help, though they're far less pleasant.
Baroodit blinks, once then twice as he thinks about what Aden said, he isn't sure about it though, as others have already invaded this place today and probably noted his presence. And what do you know? a second response, its a stronger shake than the last one, but a negative one however, the slightly shakes his head, Baroodit has not been one to trust others anymore as all of those that he had placed his trust in have abandoned, betrayed, or hurt him in one way or another. He then starts to think that he is going to have to go soon seeing as this squirrel is going to get noisy, or helpful, neither he wants to deal with.
Aden shrugs, turning to look the dibbun up and down. "Suit ye'self." And back to the knitting. And she really does offer no other options to him - she could get involved and just scoop him up and take him to the infirmary, but that seems relatively extreme. No, she prefers the softer methods. Even if it means ignoring his plight completly and helping in her own small way. Either way, now that she knows he's there she can't just forget about the poor tyke. Aden reaches into her bag and plucks the bread from its depths, wraps it in a scarf and places it on he floor behind her before standing and moving for the trap door without another sound.
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