Quinten Log 125 - 08 06 2006

Location - Western Ramparts of Redwall Abbey -

It's another day and Jarril has found some spare time to get away from most of the busy life within the abbey and at the 67th. At the moment the Major is using this time to reflect on a few matters, not looking at anything in particular at this time.

If there's one place that Jarril can reliably be found when he can't be found elsewhere, it's the ramparts. It is one of the first places he looks after the more routine areas. Ascending the steps, his ears folded back, he looks around as soon as his head appears over the edge of the landing. And... there he is. A brief grin appears on his muzzle and then flits away with a small, amused shake of his head. He clears his throat as he approaches his father. "S-," he starts, then hesitates. He's still not sure what to call him. "Jarril?"

There is a figure in the distance walking along the north wall in the direction of the western ramparts, head buried in a book and a large scroll stuffed under his arm. Only his ears are visible though his height and his familiar plain white trousers and shirt could give away who he is.

Jarril doesn't hear at first or his mind doesn't register it but slowly it works its way through the murky depths of the major's mind and he flicks an ear in the direction that the voice came from. Turning his head around slightly he nods his head. "Harp, anything ya want?"

Jarril doesn't hear at first or his mind doesn't register it but slowly it works its way through the murky depths of the major's mind and he flicks an ear in the direction that the voice came from. Turning his head around slightly he nods his head. "Harp, anything ya want?" *repose*

When Jarril gets him, Harper starts over to the edge of the ramparts, leaning against the low stone wall. "... Well. Couple things, actually. Thought about what you said the other day. But," he shakes his head, "there's something else. Some of the recruits are kind of... not getting along very well."

Jarril quirks a brow. "Oh and whom aren't getting along very well then?"

Harper shifts uncertainly for a moment, then looks up and across to Jarril. "Flaxpaw 'n' Quinten, sir. They had a bit of an argument last night in the infirmary, right in front of Brother Keiran, too. Just... thought ya should know."

Quinten has just turned the corner from the Northern wall to the Wester wall, head still in his book he has not seen the Major or the other recruit. Rambling slowly towards them turning a page and shaking his head as if he has seen something amusing in the text.

Jarril shakes his head as he places a paw on his temple. "Well, can't say that patrol hares don't argue from time ta time... However..." He straightens his uniform. "Anything else?"

Harper drops his eyes with an uncertain frown. How to express? "... I don't know, sir. It's more than just arguing. Flaxpaw seems /really/ unhappy here, 'n' she's been talking to this marten who's been fillin' here head with all sorts of things..." Fwish. He sighs out between his teeth, shaking his head. "I don't know, sir."

Jarril nods his head. "It's homesickness. I am aware that the colonels did tell us that it would be an issue and that our ways are so different to theirs. The question is..." The major runs his paw through his whiskers. "Do we give up, pack up and go home or fight through it?"

Without even looking up Quinten goes to walk past the Major and Harper and down the rampart steps, seem it has not registered with the buck who they are. He does raise a paw however in greeting.

"Well, I'd like to fight through it, sir. Just... without, you know, /actually/ fighting through it, ya know?" He smiles weakly, looking down over the wall and to the area below. Still the silent Quinten goes unnoticed. He rapidly changes subjects. "I'm gonna specialize in healing while we're here. Figure that'd be the most helpful back at Sala."

Jarril is about to reply to Harper as he holds up a paw. "Excuse me." He turns and walks over to where he can look down the steps and the retreating recruit moving down it. Placing his paws behind his head, the major clears his throat. "First class recruit QUINTEN Taran Marben Teno Aluioscious Tof'marole Delmenare!!! Get back up here, IMMEDIATELY!!"

Quinten freezes and snaps to attention unconciously, without thinking he about faces and marches up the steps again book and scroll tucked under his arm. He comes to a halt before Jarril and salutes him. "Reporting as Ordered sah." He trembles slightly as instinct gives way to the reality of the situation. "You know my name sah?" He blurts out before falling silent and starring at Jarril.

The look on Major Jarril's face is like stone as he speaks. "Remind me, Jarril lad. Did we or did we not make a contract before we headed out here? Did you remember what you agreed on not ta do?"

Harper's eyes pop. Whoa. Jarril sounds displeased. He turns around in surprise, staring first at Quinten, then at Jarril, before he finally drops his eyes, leaning back against the short wall behind him.

Echo walks up the stairs she watches them and goes sit on the top step she watches them not sure what to do.

Quinten remains at attention, "I'd not be getting in trouble sah." Is the recruits short answer.

Jarril headtilts. "Are ya lying ta me recruit?" He gives Quinten a look and finally shakes his head. "Fine, then let me point it out for ya. I've heard that ya and Flaxpaw ended up arguing in front of a Brother of this abbey." The Major's voice has lowered in volume but not in annoyance. "That's class as trouble. I hope ya both apologised ta Brother Keiran?"

Staaaaaaring at the floor. Looking abashed, Harp rubs nervously at the back of his neck at the base of the skull, not saying a word.

Quinten blinks and darts a quick glance towards Harper and the Badger as he notices them and then snaps his attention back to the Major. "Sorry sah but i couldn't stand by and let her get away with tha things she was saying, about tha Brother an the Redwallers sah." He pauses and shifts still at attention, "Something is up with Flaxpaw sir....i don't know what i went away to Brockhall with the Major and when i got back she's been...like a totaly different hare."

Jarril nods. "Right, well this is going ta be reported and sent back ta the colonel. Ya ta get Flaxpaw ta come ta me. If she has changed I'll have no other option but ta send her back." He doesn't go into what other option he has. "But I still think ya should apologise and ya will do that now and offer ta do any extra duties in this abbey. No more trips out, I want ya in this abbey from now on."

Oof. Harper is currently doing everything in his power to avoid any and all eye contact with Quinten. He sidles down the wall away, not exactly leaving but giving himself some space.

Echo still watches them as she looks at the staff now.

Quinten salutes his commander and nods, "Yes sah...i'll do double duty and make sure the Brother gets a formal appology from me." He pauses and then seems to decide to say the last bit. "Me and the Brother are working on the Belltower plans sah...i'll pull double time to make the Brother's job easier." He does not seem to associtate Harper with the Major finding out, after all anyone could have told the Major.

Jarril nods and gives one more thing to the recruit. "But if the colonel decides that there has been enough bad name of that Patrah over ya both actions. Well, I would hope she be in a good mood when she does get the report, but ya can have a few weeks for any response ta get back here. Dismissed recruit."

Echo watches as she rubs the staff.

Harper finally chances a look up and across to Quinten, his lower lip caught between his teeth as he worries at it. Mrr. He shifts his focus from the other recruit-novice to Jarril, looking guilty but also strangely reassured. It's not on him, anymore. XD Pushing off the wall, he starts slowly back toward the major, head lowered again.

Quinten salutes again and as he's dimissed he sags chewing on his whiskers worriedly, he looks to Harp with a pleading look in his eyes. "Please sah...don't throw me out of the patrol....i've been doing my best sah. Was just one stupid arguement." His ears have gone back and the recruit hesitates before going to the stairs to go back down, he's going to go put his habit back on.

Jarril replies back but isn't sure if Quinten would hear it. "Not up ta me now, lad. See what the colonel has ta say on the matter." He frowns slightly himself and turns around to face Harper. "I want ta know exactly what Flaxpaw has been saying."

Echo stands up as he goes down the stairs making room

Harper glances Quinten's way to watch him head off until Jarril speaks to him. He bobs his head in a nod. "Yessir. I have to get to class, but..." The ultimate betrayal, gasp-horror, "I'll write up a report for ya, I guess?" Another sigh whistles about between his lips. "... Thanks fer helping me with this, sir." He is, of course, speaking /very/ quietly. Doesn't want a certain Quinten hare to find out he tattled.

Quinten has reached the bottom of the steps now, he glances back towards the Major and then shoots off across the abbey grounds towards the main building, when he reaches the front doors he runs inside and slams them behind him.

Echo shakes her head as she watches Quinten go."No respect these days."

Jarril nods and places a paw on Harper's shoulder giving it a pat. "Good job in doing so, can't have anyone in the patrah not being good. Take a wrong step y'self and ya end up being told off also. Son or no son. Ya have my honour as well as I have yours and vice vesa. Go on, class."

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