Quinten Log 105 - 01 05 2006
RW Abbey: Kitchen
This is a long, narrow room with five large fireplaces set into one wall, and two equally large wood burning iron stoves set against the opposite wall. Several small, rectangular tables rest in here, but there are no chairs available. The rest of the wallspace is taken up by an entire array of shelves, cupboards, and counters which hold the day-to-day cooking supplies and utensils. The kitchen is clean and well maintained, and more recent efforts have been made toward organization of the cooking ware.
On the wall just right of the door leading into Great Hall is a neatly penned chart, which lists the names of beasts assigned to cooking duty as well as the dates and times they are scheduled. A small note above the chart urges residents to volunteer for at least a slot or two a week.
Morning light is streaming in through the windows. The ovens have been stoked for the days cooking.
Harper looks... a little surprised. He glances in the direction the other two have gone, then back to the older mouse, searching for the right answe. "Well... I'm sorry, sir, but as you can see, the conversation's over, so I can't exactly include you in the whispering?" Blink. He shifts his weight uncomfortably, "But, uh... I'm sorry if our whispering offended you? I guess things are done differently around here. I apologize." He bows his head briefly.
The door opens and a head pokes around it peering in, its another hare a very short hare at that, he walks into the room and looks about "Afternoon everyone"
The response seems to somewhat satisfy the mouse as he gives a nod. "While different it may be, all I wished was the topic of your discussion. That is generally all that is required when inquiry is made into 'polite' whispering." The mouse's attention shifts as another hare enters the kitchen, "Good afternoon to you as well sir."
Harper's brow knits slightly, but he looks back up and nods with an easily given, "Yessir." His attention then shifts to Quinten with a certain amount of relief. He walks over to join the other hare, offering the fellow recruit a nod. "Hey, Quint. I think I'm going to go fi-" But then he glances at Ezekiel, and makes a point of turning so that his words are directed to both of them. "I'm going to go see if I can't find one of the officers, to find out when we'll be given our duties." He offers a nod to the mouse, taking a side-step toward the door.
Quinten nods to Harper "Good idea...i'll come along i was going to ask if you'd heard anything concerning what we are meant to be dooing"
Ezekiel chuckles and gives an amused shake of his head, "Have fun you two.", he chimes as he turns to retrieve his bucket of water. After all, there's still cleaning that needs to be done, and somebeast has to do it.
Harper give Ezekiel another quick bob of his head and then, with a glance at Quinten to see that he's following, turns and makes for the door. And off he goes.
Quinten hurries off after Harper, flicking his ears politely to the mouse and glances at his fellow recruit "Wot was tha about?" he whispers to Harper
- Several Hours Pass -
RW Abbey: Second Orchard
An otherwise stark landscape of barren trees and spindly bushes has been softened by a thick layer of snow, and decorated with a glazing of ice. A rickety old cart on the far corner of this end of the orchards sits empty and unused. To a discerning eye, most of the trees here appear to be apple and pear. One particular apple (tree), sits near the rough center, slightly apart from its fellows. Looking upward, you can make out the conspicuous shapes of empty beehives here and there in the branches.
The sun is high and bright.
Quinten is out in the orchard sitting on a log beneath the spreading trees, starring up at them with a happy look on his muzzle, enjoying the light drizzle that is soaking his fur
Flaxpaw comes back from a round of exploring the abbey, and catches sight of Quinten, going to sit near him. "" 'lo, there, Quint. how youlikin the abbey?"
Somewhere on the muck, Darklett has disconnected.
Quinten looks over at his friend and waves a paw "I'm loving it, Have you seen their library? it is stuffed with books... there iss o much to read, so much to learn."
Flaxpaw nods. "yes, I saw it. twice. met Majah Darklett's brother...."
Quinten smiles "You did? I have a letter to give him from the Major...though it might be out of date..with all that has happened"
Flaxpaw nods. "well, you'd best give it to him, then, an tell him more. I'm not sure what I really explained to him wot happened.
Quinten nods "I'll make sure i track him down as soon as i can Flax, oh and we spoke to a Lt. Me and Harper we are going to be given our new scedhules tonight"
Flaxpaw brightens a tad, though whether it's at the mention of Harper or the mention of the schedules it's hard to say. "well, that's odd. we were just talkin about how we'd likely get those soon. Wonder if Majah will be running training soon...."
Quinten watches Flaxpaw leave and then closes his eyes, leaning his head back to enjoy the rain falling on him.
End Log
