Quinten Log 111 - 13 05 2006
RW Abbey: Library
The library is disturbingly empty of books and scrolls, and only a small fraction of the knowledge it should be able to hold is actually present and available for perusing. The beautifully crafted windows are well cleaned. Giving the library plenty of light during the daylight hours. This, combined with the room's high vaulted ceiling, causes a rather foreboding play of shadows in the corners and between shelves. The flagstones of the floor are cool and smooth, and echoes of clicks and thumps can be heard quite clearly when beasts walk among the mostly bare shelves. Brass lamps containing short, fat little white candles provide enough light for reading.
Light is beginning to filter in through the windows.
Quinten is sat in an armchair engrossed in a large tome of abbeyhistory, turning the page every other minute and readin gon.
Furgo walks into the library, a large volume under his arm.
Quinten looks up and nods a hello to Furgo before settling back down to his book
Flaxpaw pokes her head in to the history stacks, looking for keiran, and spots Quinten, she tries to duck back out without being see, but as usual, the habit gets in the way, and she trips, whacking a shelf loudly.
Quinten looks up at the noise and frowns "Flax keep it down willyou i'm reading"
Furgo smiles.
Flaxpaw mutters an apology, and turns to go, catching the habit with one paw and holding it higher so she only has to contend with the floppy sandals as she walks.
You say, "Hey Flax....wait" he puts his book on his arm chair "You don't have to leave just because you made a bit of noise""
Torwin makes his way to the history shelf, attracted by the thump Flax made. He gives a nod and a smile to her and then moves towards Furgo. "G'day mate."
Furgo says, "Good day."
Flaxpaw stops and turns to Quint, shaking her head and looking a little shifty. "was jus' lookin' for mister Keiran...and..." She looks relieved to see Torwin, take the attention off her, and smiles. "G'day, sah."
Quinten looks puzzled and sits up straight "Recruit Flaxpaw...come an tell me whuats going on right now" a cracking copy of the Major's voice there, something is up with Flax and he wants to know what. He nods to Torwin "Hello there"
Furgo says, "If you're looking for Keiran, I'm a Scholar Brother too, so perhaps I can help."
Torwin gives a nod to quinten and is about to say something to Furgo but stays silent as the mouse addresses Flax.
Flaxpaw shoots Quint a surprised look at his imitation of the major, and actually does start over to him before the mouse speaks, then she looks over to him. "no, sah, nothin like that, don't need help, jus' need to show mister Keiran somethin....." she looks at
Torwin quickly, and changes the topic. "I tried practicin outside like you said, sah. It is better than the classrooms...."
Quinten shakes his head, fine flax wants to keep secrets so be it. He looks over at
Torwin and stands up holding out a paw to the squirrel "Hi there, i'm Quinten"
Furgo says, "You were practicing fighting in the classroom?"
Torwin chuckles and says, "Aye, fresh air makes things a bit easier doesn't it?" He then looks to Quinten and nods, shaking the offered paw firmly. "Torwin Straightshot."
Quinten smiles and salutes with his other paw "Pleasure sah" he then frowns at Flax "now what are you hiding"
Flaxpaw flicks an ear at the mouse, and smiles at Torwin. "yes, sah, much nicer in the fresh air." She looks at Quinten, and shuffles a little. "you'll laugh....."
Furgo says, "Fighting, practice or not, isn't allowed in the abbey except by the guards."
Torwin quirks a brow at quinten as he frowns but diverts his attention, "She was just exercising in there I believe, brother."
Flaxpaw nods vigorously at Torwin, an annoyed look going to the mouse. "yes, sah, just exercisin'."
Quinten smiles "Excerising is good but come on Flax tell me what was bothering you when you saw me" not going to let this drop
Torwin glances to flaxpaw and nods, then looks back to furgo. "Anyhow, I was hoping to run into you. I've yet to congradulate you on becoming a full brother" he offeres a paw out to furgo, "Its good to see the Order growing again."
Furgo shakes the paw, and says, "Thankyou."
Flaxpaw looks a little apologetic, glancing between Torwin and Quint, but finally setling on Quint when Torwin speaks to the mouse. "well....not botherin me exactly, but.....it's really the sort of thing you do, Quint. Not my thing, really...just passin the time, you know... been helpin mister Keiran copy stuff. Just...wanted to show him wot I'd done an ask him 'bout somethin in the book." She mutters most of this, looking like her reputation as a patroller may be in danger or something.
Furgo raises an eyebrow.
Torwin smiles and nods, "You're welcome." He then glances to the shelves. "You know, a question just came to mind. Has there been an account written of the events surrounding the great earthquake?"
Quinten blinks and smiles, it broadens and he starts to chuckles "You wanted to keep the fact you've been writing a secret? Seriously flax...no one will mind that"
Flaxpaw looks a little relieved. "well, it's not really very....fighterly, is it?"
Torwin blinks as the brother heads off and smirks. Needs to work on his people skills a little. The squirrel shrugs and then looks to the two hares, catching the last bit of their conversation and smirking a little as he crosses his arms and listens.
Flaxpaw shrugs. "well, it's what you do, isn't it, kinda a second callin. That's no me though. I'm a fighter recruit, an will be a fighter regular-sort. end of story. Don't need some peaceful abbey job....." she looks around the stacks, and adds quietly "but...it is fun."
Torwin arches a brow. "Excuse my intrusion, but if that's how you feel, why'd you come on the exchange?"
You say, "It is hardly an abbey job keeping track of our records and histories" he sounds offended by that "Why does everyone keeop saying i can't be a fighter and the long patrol recorder" he goes to push past you both "
Flaxpaw puts out a paw to stop Quinten. "didn't say that you can't be a fighter an a recorder both, Quint. jus'....I'm not an abbey beast....I can't be." She turns to Torwin, and shrugs a bit. "majah's orders, sah. thought it'd be good for me."
Quinten turns to glare at Flaxpaw "Yeah...right i bet you just laugh at me like all the others, well the lt did it, and i can do it"
Torwin ahs and just stays silent, this is none of his business after all.
Flaxpaw turns her attention back to Quint, a little teary. "Oh, for goodness sake Quint. No one laughs at you. When's the last time somebeast tol' you you had too gentle a soul to be a patroller, hmm? Bet they haven't. An I don' know wot's wrong with all you buck since we got to th'abbey anyway? Harp's always mad at me an now you...an I didn't /do/ anythin."
Quinten pauses and looks back at her "Harp is not mad at you, if anything he fancies the pants off you and if his fathers who i think it is then he's a damn sight younger too" he's almot shouted, heated buck
Torwin arches a brow at the exchange but just smirks, young beasts these days.
Flaxpaw that stops her. blink blink. She just looks at Quint for a sec. Then she looks puzzled. "wot? harp? fancies me? an...who's his father? Wot's..."
Quinten growls "I'm not saying another word about his father, i don't know for sure, just got an idea, maybe if Harp bothered you, you'd stop trying to lure me off to the orchards, or do i tell Gabby your trying to poach her buck"
Somewhere on the muck, Ender has disconnected.
Flaxpaw takes a step back. "lure you? poach Gabbby's buck?" her ears go straight up, indignant. "Stupid buck. Jarril's the only.... oh! shut up, Quint." she turns her back, really teary now.
Torwin frowns a bit and decides to speak up, "If I may. I think things are getting a little out of hand. Perhaps you two should both go take time to cool down?"
Quinten salutes Torwin "Yes sah...sorry sah will go cool down at once sah" he glares at Flaxpaw "And i'd not let the Major hear you saying that, he's much too old and got more sense"
Flaxpaw nods and sniffles a little. "sorry, sah." she turns back to look at Quint, glaring as well. "Majah's not old....an...he knows, alright?" she looks down at the floor, paws dangling and ears drooped.
Torwin frowns, "Quinten, that is quite enough. I would suggest leaving and not saying anything more."
Quinten salutes again and picks up his book before walking off towards the door
Flaxpaw continues to stand there, sniffing, not really noticing Quint, just kinda miserable.
Torwin sighs and watches the buck head out and shakes his head. Youth. The squirrel then looks to Flaxpaw and says, "You goin' to be alright miss?"
Flaxpaw rubs a paw across her eyes, and nods. "y-yes, sah. s-sorry."
"Enough of the sir stuff" Torwin says, "I'm not in your patrol. Now why don't you have a seat and relax."
Flaxpaw nods and goes to sit, curling up in the chair. "yes, s-. alright. thank you." the crying and carrying on seems to be stopping now, at least.
Torwin just stands there silently, taking a seat himself. "Exchanges like that happen often?"
Flaxpaw shakes her head. "no....well, me an Quint argue sometimes, but, no. not like that, not often. he's always so sure he knows everthin and is right. he doesn't though."
Torwin chuckles and says, "I'll let you in on a secret: most beasts around yours and Quinten's age do." He leans his chair back so its on its hind legs. "The thing to do is just ignore it and move on really."
Flaxpaw smile and nods. "I'll remember that. um...sorry you saw that with me an Quint. we really don't argue like that normally....
Torwin smirks and says, "No, I'm sure sparring takes place instead" the squrrel jokes. "So I'd ask you how you're enjoying Redwall so far, but I think that was covered earlier."
Flaxpaw smiles "oh, no, it's nice place. I've met so many with things to teach, and all the dibbuns are wonderful..."
Torwin chuckles and says, "Little terrors aren't they? Most of them were convinced that they were I pirate crew a while back as I recall."
Flaxpaw laughs, perking up. "They are terrors. An I'm sorry to tell you, I've not been helpin matters. Well, majah says us recruits're like dibbuns, an I suppose so." she winks. "Did you see the chair an sheet fortress in the dibbun's dormatory a few days ago? That was my idea." Then she looks guilty. "You won't tell, will you?"
Torwin smirks and says, "Playing with the dibbuns isn't a crime here at the abbey, Flaxpaw. The only rule that the order is rather strict upon is no weapons, and no fighting unless its to defend a life. Or something like that."
Flaxpaw nods an smiles. "well...no chance of me gettin in trouble for fightin. not with all the elders aroun lookin after the place an all us in it, right? but...the messes we make, that could get me in trouble even here, couldn't it?
Torwin shrugs and says, "It'll give you extra chores sure, but not much besides that. Isn't the Order's way."
Flaxpaw giggles. "aw, well, extra chores, that'll be just like home.
Torwin smirks and says, "I'm sure." He then glances towards the shelves. "Wonder if that shake of the head from Brother Furgo was an answer to my question on whether someone has written about what happened when the quake hit."
The door opens and Quinten walks back in returning his book to the library before his next class"
Flaxpaw looks at the shelves as well, then spots Quinten. "well, sure that one could tell you." she indicates him with a thrust of the chin, then stands. "'scuse me. thanks for the talk, sah." She marches out, ignoring Quint.
Torwin nods and says, "Later then." The squirrel then stands and stretches out a bit, grunting as a few things pop. "Well I've been indoors too long I think. I'm going to go out for one of my walks. G'day."
Quinten nods to Torwin as he leaves and pads over to the bookshelf to return the book, he looksabout and sighs before moving to the door, he has a class to go to himself
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