Quinten Log 128 - 13 06 2006
RW Abbey: Breezeway
A covered, narrow walkway connecting both the smaller building of the
kitchens and the large, dwarfing building of the Great Hall. The walkway
is clean and swept, kept free of natural debris as well as encroaching
weeds, and while part of the cover appears to have crumbled away, there
is no sign of the broken stone to be seen.
With: Jakk, Quinten
There is a warm breeze blowing along the length of the Breezeway, the
doors to both the great hall and the kitchen are closed and the sun is
shining down from above. Quinten is stood dressed in white trousers and
a white shirt once again having disposed of his habit in favour of
something that will not broil him alive whilst he sweeps the path with a
broom.
"I'm lookin' for Brother Keiran.. Have you seen him?" Jakk's voice is
heard from further down the breezeway, asking another Novice of the
older hare's whereabouts. However this mouse shakes her head as she looks
thoughtful. "Yeah.. thanks." The buck moves on, arms folded across his
middle.
Quinten looks up from his sweeping at the sound of the voice and smiles
raising a paw to Jakk, half salute, half way. "Good day Jakk." Is all
he says letting his paw fall again to his side.
Jakk keeps his arms folded as he moves up to Quinten, both ears
flicking back. "Yeah. Good day..." A look is sent about at the sunny grounds,
but he keeps in the shade here.
Quinten looks at the shade line and the younger buck stoicly stickign
to it, "Too hot for you again? You really should change into something
less heavy and hot." He smiles trying to sound helpful and not
lecturing.
Jakk looks a little curious of Quinten, then clears his throat - still
/trying/ to keep any semblance of his old tone. "Like my uniform?
Yeah.. right.." He gruffly states.
Quinten shakes his head, "No not your uniform something plane like
this." He indicates his white outfit. "It's call and airy and the officers
have never brought me up for wearing it when doing chores. Am sure we
can find you something here in the abbey...if you wanted something?"
"I don' want to go around wearing white... if that's what you're
sayin'." Jakk stays leaned against the column, not seeming to like the sun
any more than he did the last time he was stuck out in it.
Quinten shrugs and leans on his broom, "Well it doesn't have to be
white now, can be any colour but something made of cotton and not as heavy
as a habit." He smiles really trying his best to be a friend.
Jakk nods. "Good.. cause maybe you shouldn' stand out in the sun like
that. Might blind someone one day.." Finally a smirk is given,
flickering across his muzzle.
Quinten chuckles and winks "Well good defence if any vermin come for
me, can dazzle em them clobber them to the groound with a swift one two."
He bobs back letting his broom stand still and upright for a moment
before his right paw jabs into it, knocking it down. "Come on jakk lets go
getyou some proper clothes."
Jakk eyes Quinten, the smirk gone as he observes the broom thumping to
the ground. "Uh. Where from?" He's suddenly /very/ close to that
column.
Quinten picks up the broom and rests it on his shoulder, "Well there
are some cupboards and storerooms in some of the lower floor dormitorys
am sure we can get you something in there." He looks at the buck and
frowns, noting his sudden column clinging. "Are you ok?"
Jakk nods, ears turned back, then starts off towards the abbey building
to go inside without another word. Perhaps just expecting the other
buck to follow him, which he more than likely will.
Quinten shrugs and still carrying his broom gives a sharp hopskip
kicking out at his shadow with a quick flick of his left footpaw then he is
off following the young buck inside the abbey.
- Change Scene
RW Abbey: Resident Hall
This is yet another hall of the abbey that stretches on for quite
awhile, peppered with doors that lead into dormitory rooms. The floorstones
are kept neatly swept, though recently they have earned a little more
dust then usual from disuse. The walls here are lightly cracked, but
there's been an effort to patch them with a red clay that almost matches
the stones perfectly. Upon the wooden doors hang name-tags of the
owners, and they are slowly filling up with use. Looking at the (sign)
would help one find who habitates each room. Every so many feet are metal
holders that jut from the walls to place lit torches, and during the
evening these are lit.
Jakk has moved so that he is just following behind Quinten now, letting
the other lead him to wear these 'clothes' can be found. The buck is
tugging and messing with the end of his habit, ears perked once more and
not saying much of anything. Odd for him.
Quinten deposits his broom outside the resident dorm and hurries
inside, he opens a cupboard in one wall revealing a store room filled with
hampers of clothes. "Here we are, now these clothes are for anybeast to
make use of so help yourself ok." He looks at Jakk and smiles eyes
watching the fiddling, "You ok Jakk? your being rather quiet."
Jakk flicks his hazel gaze up towards Quinten when he speaks the
question directly, then he shrugs and moves to look through the hamper. "Don'
know." He begins shifting through the clothes at a slow pace.
Quinten moves to one side watching you search through the hamper, there
are shirts, trousers, vests and tunics all bundled in there. "Well you
got a bit edgy after i hit the broom, what is bothering you?"
Jakk snorts. "Maybe I don' like senseless violence towards brooms?" The
preteen offers with a hint of sarcasm, finally going to undo his belt
and begin to take the large, thick habit off.
Quinten shakes his head, "I'd hardly have called it violence Jakk, i
just hit the broom handle." He shifts his shirt and leans back, "Find
anything?"
"It was a joke Quinten." Jakk rolls his eyes, letting the habit drop
off to the floor. His arms are just holding some more tone to them now
that hasn't been noticed because of the thick 'tunic'. "And.. yeah.." He
pulls a lighter tunic out, giving it an sniff, then tugging the grey
article of clothing on.
Quinten smiling and nods his head, "Ahhh see i swear i left my sense of
humour back at the mountain i'v been kind of edgy about getting in
trouble." He grins then as you pull on the grey tunic. "Well look at you
filling out like a right proper patroller Jakk, is that some muscle i
see?"
Jakk goes to tug Quinten down to his level by the front of his shirt.
"Stop mockin' me, Quin." A dangerous look in his eyes, yet it is just
there to try and cover something else up.. Perhaps sadness.
Quinten blinks as he's tugged down and raises a paw to grab the wrist
holding his shirt, "I wasn't mocking you Jakk, i mean it as a compliment
i can see that your shaping up."
Jakk doesn't fight the hold that Quinten gets on his wrist, just
letting go of Quinten's shirt as his fingers relax. "I don' know anymore.."
Quinten removes his paw from Jakk's wrist, "Aye well never do i Jakk,
as i said my humour stinks but i was serious, your a good hare and a
good recruit but all this sitting about in the abbey book learning is
geting to me...we should go down to the 67th get some proper training in."
Jakk's eyes dart away from Quinten as his ears flicker forward. "Oh.. I
need to return those knives..." He mumbles to himself, then goes to
collect his habit and belt to push past the other buck.
Quinten lets Jakk push past him and moves after him, "Well i need to
get in some decent boxing practice not to mention some sword play to.
What say we get permission of the lieutenant to go down for a day or two?"
Jakk nods as he looks back at Quinten. "Yeah.. uh. Sure." The young
recruit runs off at this point, as fast as he can, which means he should
be kind of hard to catch.
Quinten frowns and sets off after Jakk at a sprint, "Hey wait up Jakk."
The short buck moves after the younger one putting out a turn of speed
himself.
- Change Scene
RW Abbey: First Orchard
A soft blanket of snow covers ground, bush, and branch. The trees,
leafless as they are, appear stark and black against this backdrop, their
branches like so many spindly fingers reaching outward and up. The
ground here is mostly level, with only the occasional small hillock. Despite
the invaluable purpose of this place in warmer seasons, right now it
merely appears a barren, lifeless patch of the Abbey grounds.
The trees are throwing long shadows eastward as the sun sinks slowly
behind the Abbey wall.
It isn't until he reaches the orchard that Jakk begins to slow down,
skidding into the bushes near the wall and actually almost running into
this obstacle. The buck ducks down to begin digging around back here,
before popping up, holding a bundle.
Quinten comes running into sight panting softly as he follows Jakk, he
watches the young buck digging and then stnad up clutching the bundle.
"Jakk..what are you doing?"
Jakk pushes past the bushes as he tucks the bundle under his arm.
"Nothin'. Don' worry about it." He has now figured he doesn't want the other
buck to actually know about the knives.
Quinten nods his head and doesn't pry further, "Ok Jakk, now are we
going to the 67th or not? I really want to get some training and i can't
see the Lt. saying no."
Jakk gives Quinten a look as he tucks the bundle further under his arm.
"Yeah.. I already said so.." He begins towards the abbey building,
breathing just a little more heavily from the running. ".. gotta go to the
kitchen.."
Quinten looks at Jakk and nods, "Ok you go to the kitchens grab us some
supplies whilst your there i'll go ask the Lt. ok. Meet you buy the
gate house."
Perched low down on a nearby apple tree, Aesir watches the hares.
Taking a soft hop off the branch, he feathers his wings slightly from the
shoulder for an easier landing. He begins walking on over nearer the
pair.
Jakk nods to Quinten, though at the moment the noise made by the
falcon's landing gets his attention. Blink? Both ears shoot up with curiosity
and he goes to veer his direction from the abbey building towards Aesir
without another word.
Quinten pauses as he is about to run to the gatehouse and the abbey,
looking at te falcon, he raises a paw in greeting. "Afternoon friend
bird."
Aesir nods, but continues nearing the hares. "Good afternoon, indeed."
His strides are even and smooth, strange for a usually airborne
creature. His curiosity piqued by the haste of the hares, "I might find myself
wondering what you two are doing?"
Jakk gestures to the bundle in his arms, lifting it a little to do so,
then goes to look the bird over. He seems /definitely/ curious about
the falcon. "Gonna return these then goin' to the 67th.." The buck
smirks.
Quinten looks at the falcom "Getting ready to go to the Long Patrol
garrison here in Mossflower." He glances at Jakk and smiles as he answers
in more detail, "I'll see you at the gatehouse in a bit i'll go speak
to the Lt." He nods to Aesir and lopes off towards the gate.
- End Log
