Quinten Log 115 - 17 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.

---

With: [IC] Slain [DYN] (Flaxpaw) [DYN] Harper

Slain adds his own two cents "We do not have any Long Patrol where I

was born, but we do have a cast of warriors known as Dragons, my father

was one of them."

The door clicks open and a braided head pokes around it, looking around

it is followed by the rest of the overly tall otter

Flaxpaw blushes a little. yeah, drunk patrollers are not real

admirable.... she drops her eyes. "well, no...don't really know wot your about,

do you...but, I never saw 'em like that. They'd come by, an they'd

laugh an tell stories 'bout some silly vermin or somethin. She turns to

Slain, and nods. "dragons, eh?"

Harper looks from Slain to Flaxpaw, and opts to fall silent. He'll let

Slain answer without interrupting.

Slain nods "Yes, but I'm afraid I must be going, still much to do and

the day has just begun. Just because I've been gone a long time does

not mean I should forget my healer duties at the abbey." As he turns to

leave he sees the otter and bows a greeting to him before leaving.

Flaxpaw nods at the lizard, and watches him go before noticing Garn.

"G'day, sah." She looks back at Harp, odd the way he's fallen silent,

but, that's bucks for you...

Garn pauses and looks at Slain "Hello mister Dragon my friend" he nods

his head then looks at Flaxpaw "Novice there you are, i realy must

insist you be on time for your chores"

Flaxpaw shoots Garn a slightly rebellious look, like she may like to

argue with him, but sighs. Jarril's already annoyed, no point getting in

trouble with the Redwallers and drawing more attention to herself.

"Yes, sah. sorry, sah. Was just copyin some stuff..."

"spoof When Harper looks up next, he sees Garn. His

ears give a twitch and he pushes his chair back, standing. "Yessir, now

that you mention it, I'm supposed to go assist in the garden." He turns

to nod toward and then steps back from the table. "See you later,

Flax. Sir." He turns, making for the door and out.".

Garn frowns "I'll speak to Keiran then...if you are up here copying

things, i will not have him delaying you novices from your chores, your

freetime is over, you start a proper rota today"

Flaxpaw hops up, shaking her head. "no, sah, please don't. It's not his

fault I was here...I just forgot is all. won't happen again, sah.

Garn frowns "We will see...come your mine for the next three hours i

have much to show you" he beckons to her

Flaxpaw sets her copying carefully to the side where she can return to

it later, then follows Garn out, looking dejected already...

RW Abbey: Scullery

---

This room is nothing more than a fate hallway. Slate counters with

sinks and water pumps line both walls, and it is here that the many dishes

and utensils from Redwall's meals are cleaned and dried, along with all

the pots, pans, and large bowls that are used for food storage and

preparation. There is a single window that looks outside, too small for any

but a dibbun to squeeze through.

---

Garn leads the way down the scullery, holding the door open for you, a

fog of warm air blows out "I do not know, you new recruits seem to

think it is all sitting about the library writing, or working in the

orchards, well the kitchens are even more important and your job, every day

after breakfast is to come in here and help me to clean all the

breakfast things.

Flaxpaw walks in, looking around, and makes an irritable teenager

sound. " 'course, sah, just like home. I know wot kitchen duty looks like."

she marches over to a sink, and starts scrubbing, irritation from her

morning really showing.....

Garn growls and marches over and grabs your shoulder he spins her

around and thrusts his muzzle into hers "You listen to me you horrible

little novice, don't bring your emotional problems in here, this is my

scullery and the one rule is, the outside world, STAY outside, if you think

for one moment i am putting up with your behaviour and your attitude

you can think again."

Emotional problems? well, yeah, this morning for sure, and she's had

enough. Unusually for Flax, she doesn't get hysterical or yell or

anything, her voice just gets real soft and annoyed, looking at him angrily.

"Wotever you say, /sah/. An I'm no novice, understan? i'm a recruit with

the Long Patrol. Just here 'cause my majah ordered me here."

Garn raises a digit and waves it under her nose "Shut it, your a Novice

whilst you are here in this abbey, that is the arrangement your Colonel

and Sister Sunrose has" he points at a large cauldron "That is your job

now, come i will teach you how to do it, we shall say no more on

this....but drop the attitude or i'll have you in here 24/7 and the Major

will hear all about it"

Flaxpaw glares, and seems about to say more, then turns and marches to

the cauldron, arms crossed, and waiting for him.

Garn walks over and tilts the cauldron, showing you the inside, it is

caked with dried on oatmeal from breakfast that morning and needs to be

soaked, scrubbed and washed out "You use one of these and one of these"

he holds up a wire briush and a sponge. "Plenty of hot soapy water and

you are not afraid to clamber into it when it is on its side"

Flaxpaw smirks at the cauldron, and reaches a paw out for the cleaning

tools. "right, scrub a big old pot. huh. I did this all the time at

Sala, not a big deal.....sah." she adds the last carefully, annoyed and

rebellious, but not so much she wants to be in really big troubles for

cheeking the elders.

You say, "you may call me Garn novice Flaxpaw, please i am sorry i

shouted but you where late and i have all this to do on my own""

Flaxpaw flicks an ear at Garn's use of the word novice, then shrugs. "

's nothin new, sah...Garn." she sighs. "An...name's Flax. Only the

mater an pater call me Flaxpaw.....an I'd aprreciate if you drop the

novice. Agreement or no, i'm no abbey novice."

You ask, "miss Flaxpaw that is what you are, your wearing that habit"

he holds out an apron "put htis on" he then takes down his own "You are

living the life of a Novice, you are a novice, but let us not argue the

finer points and have a nice time yes?""

Flaxpaw looks at the cauldron and shrugs. "sure. a nice time. wotever

you say...." she takes the apron and puts it on......more cloth to work

around, great...

Garn hums and moves over to one of the large tubs of water on the floor

and sits down by it, dipping a paw in to test it before he starts to

clean cutlery "Come on Flax, ccheer up ok, leave your troubes at the

door"

Flaxpaw smiles a little at him, and gets to work on the cauldron. "Yes,

sah, sorry. It's.....been an interestin mornin's all."

What do you want to whisper?

Garn nods and hums settling some knives down on a rack "yes i have been

hearing all sorts of rumors floating about th eabbey miss"

Flaxpaw looks startled. "wot rumors?" She pauses, turning to him.

Garn tuts "Work and talk Flaxpaw, work and talk" he picks up a pile of

spoons and drops them into the tub, he never uses the sinks, he likes

to use his tubs.

Flaxpaw nods, and continues scrubbing, leaning into the pot a bit.

"well, sah, wot rumors?"

Garn begins to lift spoons out of the tub, washing them clean "Well

just that someones been upsetting novice Quinten since the Colonel left,

he was blubbering on about having upset his best friends and now they

hated him" he hums softly

Flaxpaw makes an annoyed sound, bonking her head on the cauldron and

she pulls it back out. "Quinten? Blubbering on?" she shakes her head.

"Well, guess he should be...." She looks a little guilty at that, though.

Garn turns his head ad looks at you, thos edark brown eyes sofetening

"Why do you hate him so? he is a lovelu young buck,"

Flaxpaw shakes her head, and shrugs a little. "don't hate him, sah.

He's...he's a nice buck, when he's not bein such a know-it-all." she looks

frustrated, and goes back to scrubbing the pot. "Said a bunch of

rubbish anyway, it's his own fault. An...Harp was real nice to him from wot I

hear."

Garn snorts "Was he now...i hope you and Mister Harper will make it up

with him soon, i know he wants to but is too afriad to speak to you" he

puts away the last spoon on the rack and walks over to look at the

cauldron "Look there the bottom is about three inches of dried on oatmeal,

you're gonna have to climb in and get it

Flaxpaw pauses and rocks back to look up at Garn. "That's silly, sah.

After all I've done wrong that he's forgiven me for." She shakes her

head. "I don't understand that buck." She then sets about climbing into

the pot to scrub.

Garn sticks his head into the pot with you and nods "Well i think he is

just scared and homesick, more scared i think" he chuckles and goes to

get a bucket of water and then pours it into the cauldron with you to

use.

Flaxpaw sighs. "we're /all/ homesick." She jerks back a little as the

water is poured in, but continues to scrub. "don't know wot he's scared

of..."

Garn shrugs and pokes his head in agian, not minding the water at all

"I think he is afraid you dislike him now for good and have no wish to

see him"

Flaxpaw scrubs harder. "Well, that's just stupid. 'course I was

upset...things he said, but....for heaven's sake!"

Garn shrugs "Well do not talk to me miss, talk to him," he points

"There"

Flaxpaw looks over to see Quinten, then back at Garn. "no, sah, don't

think I should. don't know wot to say." She ducks quickly back into the

pot, scrubbing intently.

Garn shakes his head "He is most likely in the library Miss Flaxpaw, go

to him, thats an order," he pulls his head out ot he cauldron and bangs

it with his rudder

Flaxpaw stops the scrubbing and nods a little, looking reluctant, but

wiping her paws on the apron and taking it off. "wot do I sat, then,

sah?"

Garn smiles "Just go and say hello, tis the best thing to do"

Flaxpaw sighs and nods. "well, suppose so...." she stands, and heads

off to the library, looking back. "thanks, sah..."

Garn nods and moves back to his tub whistling softly, all in a days

work for the otter

- Switch to Quinten -

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.

Long beams of sunlight stream in through those windows that are not

covered over, giving the entire room a light and cheerful feel.

---

The door opens and in walks Flax, looking around the library

expectantly.

Quinten is sat in a chair, cowl pulled up to hide his head and he is

slowly reading the book before him, turning a page everynow and then

Keiran is already in the library. This makes sense, as it's really the

first place anybeast would look if they were seeking the studious hare.

Having sent all the Salamandastron books back copied, he's been able to

work on his other project of getting the Bell Tower rebuilt, and is

reading the same book he has been for the last few days, though the pages

until the end cover are wearing thin.

Flaxpaw spots Keiran, and looks relieved, hasn't seen Quinten yet. She

heads over to Keir, smiling. A little peace with the librarian will

make the day much better. She grins as she stops near the table. "Hey,

mister Keiran. Did you see the work I got done?" she points to an open

book and the copy she's been making of it, not waitin for him to look up

even.

Quinten looks up at Flaxpaws voice and pushes back his cowl, he looks

at the other hare and shakes his head and closes his book, standing up

hhe puts it back on the shelf "I'll see you later brother...i should not

be here"

Keiran's ears perk up, and he spies Flaxpaw, giving her the normal

cheery wave. "'ey. Ah, yeh, I did! G'd work." Past the doe, though, he

looks oddly at Quinten, tilting his head. "Erm... See ya, Quinten. Wha'

d'ya 'ave t'go do?" He asks, curiously, looking to Flaxpaw for a moment,

then back to the exiting buck.

Flaxpaw grins happily at Keiran, her expression goes blank when he

talks to Quint. She looks down, not turning. "You don't need to leave

because I'm here, Quinten." She says, sounding tired. "Nothin to make it so

we can't be in the same room."

Quinten looks back at Flaxpaw "I don't see why Flaxpaw, you and Harper

have both made it clear you want noting to do with me, because i dare

to speak the truth" the young buck salutes Keiran "Nothing to worry

yourself about sir, you get back to planning your new tower"

Keiran's head tilts now, looking towards Quinten, then Flaxpaw, then

the buck again. "Scuse me! I won't 'ave y'leavin' jus' yet, sir Quinten.

C'mere, an' stan' alon'side Flaxpaw." He grabs his staff and lifts

himself upwards, straightening to his full height.

Can you say unfair? Flax starts to turn and glare at Quinten, then

stops when Keiran speaks, and looks at him, then down at the floor with the

air of a naughty dibbun.

Quinten sighs and moves over to the stand before the brother, tucking

his paws inside his habbit sleeves and waiting for him to speak

Keiran clears his throat, looking over the two. It's not stern at all,

but compared to his usual omnipresent cheery smile, it's fierce enough

of a straight face to have an effect. "I don' know 'f y'were made

t'take th'oath o'th'Order, seein' as y'won' be 'ere permanently. Bu' one

o'th'lines states tha' novices o'th'Order live 'n peace an' 'armony

t'gether." He pauses. "Wha' I see 'ere isn' very 'armonious. Care t'explain?"

Hm. This is what Harper's expression says from where he stands in the

doorway of the library. It's impossible to tell how long he's been

there, but his eyes shift from one face to another, considering the

goings-on. Hm indeed. His ears perk at Keiran's words.

Flaxpaw turns a light pink, and shakes her head. "n-not really, sah.

jus' a-um- misunderstandin's all...." shuffle shuffle.

Quinten doesn't shuffle, he stands still, ears perking as he hears

someone behind them but he does nto look back "me and Flaxpaw had an

arguement sir, thats all, we said a few things we should not have said to

each other"

Keiran nods at the response he gets, thinking on both of them. "An 'as

e'erythin' been r'solved? 'r are y'two still quarrelin' away?" The

librarian taps his fingers on his staff where his paw rests, looking

between the two novice recruits, a brow raised.

After a moment more of listening to them he starts forward, approaching

them quietly. He offers a brief nod to Keiran. "Sir." His eyes shift to

the two novices, though they pass quickly over Quinten. "Sorry. Am I

interrupting something?"

Quinten looks at Flaxpaw adn then Harper "I do not think so sir....i

said some stupid things and they both seem to hate me for it"

Keiran raises his vision to Harper, and is about to return greeting,

when he hears news of the things Quinten says. "Both o'them?" He

scratches the back of his head, and has a seat, motioning for the two opposite

the table from him, as well as Harper, to have a seat. "'ello, sir," he

offers to Harper. "Firs' off, s'there anythin' y'need in p'ticular?"

Harper's eyebrows raise at Quinten's words and he looks from Flax to

Keiran as if expecting some sort of explanation from the two. "... What'd

/I/ do? I just walked over." He blinks, his attention shifting quickly

to Keiran. He shakes his head quickly. "Oh, no sir. I just thought I'd

say hey."

Flaxpaw sighs, looking at Harper. "Quint thinks we hate him." She looks

back at Keiran, and it's like the on-switch has been hit, kinda. "Well,

sah.......Quint's been sayin all sorts of strange stuff an it's /not/

true, is it, Harp? an...he thinks he knows wot's right all the time, an

he doesn't. an no one aksed him t'interfere anyway! an.....we-we don't

hate him...." she looks at Quinten. "we don't." Then she looks back

down at the floor, apparantly done now.

Quinten looks at Flaxpaw "Is it...what i said about you and the Major

was true, what you said i said about Harper however, that was not true,

i said you had more chance of ccatching his eye then the Majors." he

snaps his jaw closed and grips his tunic sleeves tightly "your the one

spreading lies and making Harper hate me." he's not happy and looks like

he might start crying again.

Keiran holds out his paws as the conversation seems to get a bit out of

paw for a moment. "'old on, 'old on. Le's stop assumin' thin's, an' get

t'th'problem. Sir 'arper, y'obviously don' know wha's goin' on, so

y'off th'hook f'now. Flax, Quint, th'main quarrel seems t'be b'tween y'two,

an' we don' tolerate any excess fightin' b'tween Orderbeas's. I sugges'

y'handle th'problem more 'fficiently than 'voidin' one another, bu'

less loudly than snappin' at each other. Sit with each other, an' r'solve

any misunderstandin's y'have /quietly./ If nobeast's shoutin', y'll get

done a lot more quickly, an' e'erybeas'll reach an understandin'." He

calmly instructs those before him, and... Even in what seems like an

inopportune moment, he manages to surface a smirk. "Y'think y'c'n do

tha'?"

Flaxpaw looks over at Quint, then at Harper, tears in her eyes. "no,

sah, not really." She says quietly, looking into Keir's eyes for a moment

before she turns and heads for the door. "don't think th'abbey's the

place for me, sah. I-I think I'd best go...."

Harper's eyes widen slowly, and his jaw drops in quiet surprise. He

looks from Flaxpaw to Quinten as they 'tell all' and after a few seconds

lets his mouth shut with a small shake of his head. He looks slightly

exasperated, but glances to Keiran and answers readily enough. "Yessir.

Harper's eyes widen slowly, and his jaw drops in quiet surprise. He

looks from Flaxpaw to Quinten as they 'tell all' and after a few seconds

lets his mouth shut with a small shake of his head. He looks slightly

exasperated, but glances to Keiran and answers readily enough. "Yessir.

Thanks." He shifts uncertainly from one footpaw to the other, not sure

in the absence of an actual dismissal as to whether he's supposed to

leave or not. And then Flax does her thing, and his eyes roll up. Oof. He

turns, near-jogging after her and reaching out to catch her at the

elbow. "Wait! Flax. Don't go. Quint and I'll make it up." He glances back

at Quinten, askance, "Won't we, Quint? And then it'll be all right."

Quinten reaches out to take Flaxpaw's arm "Wait...Flax...please i know

i've been stupid....but...what is it...you've been miserable since we

got here......we came here to learn new things" he looks at Harper and

nods "Aye....i...want ot sort things Harper....really i'm sorry for

being a pumpkin headed fool"

Keiran watches from his seat as Flaxpaw goes to storm off, then as

Harper and Quinten go to control the situation... Well, he leaves it to

them. After all, he /did/ say that's what they had to do.

Flaxpaw turns her back slightly to Quint, pulling away from his paw,

and looks up at Harp blinking. " 's not jus that...you heard this mornin.

I'm goin. away from th'abbey an from the patrol...." loud sniffle.

"I-I'm sorry, Harp. You two should make it up....sure Quint didn't mean

t'open his mouth 'bout anythin...." She stands there for a sec, letting

Harp keep hold of her if he wants to, though she makes a slight move to

the door.

Though her efforts to 'escape' are minimal, Harper releases her almost

immediately. Can't go around restraining does, now can you? He watches

her as she runs for the door, for a second rooted to the spot, and only

when the door shuts behind her does he jog to the door, yanking it open

and looking first one way and then the other. He worries at his lower

lip. "Gone."

Quinten flops into a chair and buries his head in his paws "Wot..did

she mean she's leaving wot? What have idone...whats been going on" he

pleads looking at Harper then Keiran

Torwin makes his way into the library, flipping his flute through his

fingers in one paw. The squirrel glances up and gives a nod as he spies

the three hares. He then makes his way towards Keiran and gives a "Good

evening mate."

Harper takes one look at Quinten's pleading look and rolls his eyes to

the ceiling, giving a shake of his head. "Nothing, mate. She didn't

mean a thing. She's just bein' a doe, all right? Get a grip."

Quinten shakes his head and nods "Ok ok...sorry Harper just...i never

had any contact with does or anythying asides from my sister...i'm not

used to dealin with this...an i upset you right good yesterday by bieng

an idiot"

Harper considers Quinten warily for a moment, then shakes his head.

Again. "Look. I dunno what's with you 'n' Flax with feeling like ya gotta

apologize 'n' be all emotional around me lately, but stop it. All

right? Already forgot about yesterday. You should too. Fair enough?"

Quinten nods and grins "Ok then...i'll forget all about it...if you

tell me wot its like to work down in the kitchens? Me normal schedule

kicks in tomorrow and i've got duties down there in the morning with the

other recruits."

Harper smirks in response. "Best chore ever. You'll love it, mate." He

walks back over toward the other buck, reaching out to playfully shove

at his shoulder. "Swear it."

Quinten eyes him "Oh really...not what Flax said...something about that

otter and cauldrons"

Harper's eyebrows go up. "What? You gonna believe the words of some

flighty doe over me?" He smirks again, then finally relents with a shrug

and a snort. "All right, yeah, so maybe it's almost sort of kind of the

worst thing ever. And that otter..." He makes a twirling gesture next

to his ear and shrugs. "Just a little /too/ fussed about cleaning a

bunch of pots, ya know? Something just ain't right, there."

Keiran watches the two a little distractedly, his ears folded over from

Flaxpaw's moment of outburst before. Though he does return to his

reading, he doesn't look as dedicated as he usually does, looking over the

two younger bucks, smiling at their discussion of the scullery, but

making no comment, himself. A page is flipped, and he all but buries his

nose in the book, giving a small sigh and a smirk, scratching behind his

ears as he scours the book for useful information.

Quinten laughs and nods "Oh i heard some tales about that otter about

the abbey, he sounds like a right odd ball. Still i am looking forwards

to getting down to a proper schedule all this free times been driving

me mad"

Harper blinks. "Proper schedule? Ain't ya already been on one? I've up

every morning fer that run, then off to classes, then off to chores,

/then/ off to recruit training regular-like every day. I'm just taking a

break 'fore training." His jaw drops as he realizes he may have been

missing out on something. "... Wait-a-minute. /What/? You mean you

/haven't/ been?"

Quinten blinks "Well no i've had my recruit schedule, been up, out on

the run, then recruit training, but i've not had an actual proper

schedule for my novice duties asides from my time in the library with the

Brother here. Got one now, i bugged the sister about it and it starts

properly tomorrow"

Harper's voice is deadpan when he replies. "... Yer kidding me." He

nearly collapses into one of the chairs at the tables, dangling his arms

to either side. "Unnnngh."

Quinten nods his head and chews on a whisker "Well yeah...i been on

mostly free time after my chores and recruit training....was i not meant

to be?"

Harper's only reply is a groan and a shifting of his posture, his arms

flopping forward and onto the tabletop before him while his head thunks

down, forehead first, onto its surface. "Yer /kidding/ me..."

Quinten shakes his head "No...was told i'd get my proper schedule after

everyone lesft...why? What is wrong Harper?"

Harper thunks his forehead on the countertop once more, then opts to

actually reply verbally. His tone is a mixture of good humor and

disbelief. "Can I change my mind? Can I go back to hating you? Please?" Ungh.

He sits up slowly and looks across at Quinten. "They put me on a

schedule... two weeks ago, at least. Can't believe you got away without one

fer so long."

One of Keiran's ears turns upward as he watches Quinten and Harper

further. Hellooo. Brother, right here. He chuckles to himself, and it's

audible, but he just shakes his head and goes back to reading. )

Quinten chuckles "I know....i don't know how it happened either...maybe

i just got missed out? I was spending alot of time with the Col..." he

trails off and eyes Keiran "Whooops...yer won't like double me workload

to make up for it will you?"

Aaaand... that's when he notices Keiran again. The tips of his ears

blush a faint red and he stands up from where he's practically falling all

over his chair. "... Yeah. No thanks." This to Quinten, of course. He

scruffs at his constantly disheveled headfur and glances toward the

door. "I oughta get to training."

Keiran chuckles at Quinten, shaking his head. "Nah, nah. M'not tha'

kinda 'are, heh. Jus' make sure y'serve th'Abbey well while y'are." He

looks up from his book. "S'not a competition t'see who c'n work

th'hardes', 'r th'mos'. Th'point o'this isn' t'work agains' each other, s'to work

/with/ each other."

Quinten nods and smiles "Ok brother i'll do my best, i promised the

Colonel i would," he glances at Harpper and sighs "Surely it can't be time

to train again"

Harper listens intently to Keiran, though he's not directly talking to

him, and is about to nod when Quinten throws in his last. He raises an

eyebrow, glancing uncertainly from the Brother to the recruit. He

speaks out the side of his mouth. "Something tells me you need to work on

yer work ethic, mate..." He shakes his head, looking amused, and makes

for the door, with an "excuse me, sir" to Keiran as he goes.

Quinten ahems and looks after Harper "I guess...i've been a bit

distracted by abbey life...i need to concentrate on my recruit training

more.." he stands up sand stretches "Hmmm i should go afte rhim"

"'ave fun, y'two." As an addition to that first statement, Keiran looks

surprised that Quinten hasn't already gone along. "...Heh, guess

y'/should/ go aft'him. Don' wanna miss trainin'."

Quinten nodds to the brother and runs after Harper, he really need to

get a grip on time keeping, he's slipping again and that leads to

lectures and all night sessions learning to tell time.

End Log -