Quinten Log 122 - 06 06 2006
RW Abbey: Vineyard
Only the wooden bars remain uncovered by snow, and the hard brittle vines that formerly covered them in green and luscious grapes. The vineyards sprawl out beside the wall, a perfect place for growing grapes in the appropriate season.
It's been a tough journey, but the badger is back down the stairs and wandering around the Abbey curiously, his small cuts, scrapes and such bandaged while his paw gently presses a compound against the wound in his abdomen, the spear head still within. Settling against a part of the red limstone wall, the badger grunts and stops awhile, catching his breath. His sword still remains in its scabbard across his shoulders.
Quinten is sat in the shade of the wall, a large scroll spread out before him and several smaller scrolls rolled up on either side.
Foxglove wanders into the vineyard, a fresh basket linens resting on her hip. She goes unaware of the hare, mind seeming elsewhere as she pauses by one of the vines, leaning over to inspect it with pursed lips.
The vineyards are green and luscious in this summer season and it is perhaps that or an escape from the inside that have drawn Harper here. His heads down and his paws are folded one over the other, tucked inside the uselessly long sleeves of his habit.
Flaxpaw has been in the vinyard for a long while, hidden from view, and curled up asleep. As she wakes, she becomes aware that she's no longer alone, and, blinking sleepily, peers at the other beasts, not making her presence real known yet.
There is a crackle of paper as Quinten rolls up a smaller scroll and places it to one side, using ink and quiill pen he makes a long mark on the larger scroll using a flat straight edge to draw a line.
Foxglove blinks, also becoming aware there are others in her vineyard. Shifting her basket, the novice looks up to spot the three hares, dipping her head in a silent greeting.
Harper's eyes finally raise from his apparent study of the ground. He too is surprised by the presence of others and he stops short, looking from Foxglove to Quinten. He hasn't noticed Flaxpaw, yet. He bobs his head in greeting. "Quint. Hi." Foxglove receives only the nod.
Flaxpaw nods to the fox who seems to have seen her, but keeps quiet for now, not drawing attention to herself.
Quinten looks up from his study and smiles, "Oh Harp afternoon wot, nice day to be out in the sunshine." He waves a paw before reaching over to pick up a magnifying glass with a rustle of paper.
Foxglove stays silent since no one has addressed her, thankfully. The mute walks to another vine, listening to the two while she inspects the growing crop, a faint smile appearing.
Hm-mm? Harp watches Foxglove for a moment longer before his attention shifts back to Quinten. He dips his head in a nod. "Yeah. Nice day." He grins. "So. How're you?"
Somewhere on the muck, Zoe_Lang has connected.
Quinten stretches and sits up, "I'm doing better Harper...been working on this." he taps the paper. "It is part of the Bell tower plans." He stands up and streetches, "But i really should be getting back inside i have some chores to do." He starts to gather up the paper work.
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