Remembering the old LilyMoore
RW Abbey: Library
The library has never looked better in seasons as shelves have been
repaired and so have tables and chairs. The once empty sleeves now
have more books in them and not only that the books are in an ABC
order and arranged by subject to better find what one is looking for.
The beautifully crafted windows are well cleaned.
This gives the library plenty of light during the daylight hours. The
room has a high vaulted ceiling. The flagstones of the floor are cool
and smooth, and echoes are sometimes heard when beasts walk. Brass
lamps containing short, fat little white candles provide enough light
for reading. Some books are still being mended but being working on
getting on the shelves. The backroom is even very clean and organized
as well. Books were found in the attic and some from Ferravale were
added that the Ferravale beast had maybe two copies of something so
gave Redwall one of the copies for the Redwall library, all in all a
lot of hard work has done wonders for the library.
On an Oakwood desk is the charter laying inside a clear glass case for
all to see. The glass case keeps it safe and clean. Some other chairs
large and small, wooden and soft, have been placed in varies places
in the library and a pile of covers and blankets sit in one corner
with a few pillows as well.
Exits/Entrances:
[G]reat [H]all [M]ap [B]ookshelf [B]ookshelf of [W]oodland [L]ore
[B]ookbinding [R]oom [H]istory [B]ookshelf [B]ookshelf of [B]iographies
[P]oetry [B]ookshelf [B]ookshelf of [S]tories
Contents:
Abbey Charter
Mice: Emyuil, male. LilyMoore, female.
Emyuil is in the library, in a corner that most other beasts seem to be avoiding. Although, it's probably his fault; daring anybeast to get close with his obsidian-sheened eyes would put anybeast off. Especially from such a scarred beast. He hasn't bothered looking for books yet, he just wanted some quiet.
His search for quiet is about to be ruined. Lily enters the library and heads for the Woodland Lore section. On her way there, she spots her uncle. Smiling, she dashes over to him and goes to give him a giant hug, ignoring his grumpy look. "Uncle Emmy! I usually don't see you in here!"
Emyuil accepts the hug, being gentle as he can, the scowl on his face disappearing and leaving a smile in its wake. "Lily! How are ye?" he asks, happy to have his niece with him. "Doing some reading?"
LilyMoore sits beside him, smiling up into his face. "Yeah, I was gonna read some about the woodlands. And I'm okay. I feel better than I did a week ago.....though I still miss Zork." she looks at her lap, sadness stealing across her face. She then turns back to her uncle and adds, "How are you? Were you wanting a book?"
"Couldn't find anything that held my interest," Emyuil admits with a sheepish look. "Find it hard to be pulled out of life and then have to come back." He shrugs. "I'm mostly here 'cos of how hot it is out."
LilyMoore smiles and holds up a finger, then stands up and dashes off, vanishing into the bookshelves. She returns after a few minutes and plops down beside her uncle again, holding a book out to him. "I really like this one. It's about Deyna, one of the Abbey's Champions from long ago. You should read it!" She grins. "And it is hot out....the cellars are cooler than in here, and you can hide much better down there."
Emyuil grins too. "Ah, but how could you read in the dark?" He accepts the book, for later, when he doesn't have his niece occupying his attention.
LilyMoore winks. "You don't. You make up your own stories. I love to do that! Have you ever made up a story?" She seems eager to spend as much time with her uncle as she can. Maybe Zork's death has taught her to cherish each moment with her loved ones as much as she can before they're gone.
Emyuil smiles fondly. "Once, long ago, back home in Tuscani. We used to do all kinds of things, me and DoraRose and your namesake and our brothers." He seems a bit wistful.
LilyMoore's eyes are round and she whispers, "What was Aunt Lily like?" She's asked this of her mother many times, but she wants to know what her uncle remembers.
"She was kind, innocent...almost fragile, not a warrior like your mother...But regardless she was brave. Never a fighter, but she was strong of spirit, and of heart. Courageous...yet gentle," Emyuil reminisces.
LilyMoore looks at her lap and starts to fiddle with a loose string on her apron. "Am I like her, even though I wanna be a Warrior?" She holds her dead aunt as a sort of hero.
"Aye. That you are," Emyuil says softly. "That you are..." And a hero she was.
LilyMoore smiles slightly, then goes to hug him really hard. "I'm sorry that she died. I can't imagine if anything bad happened to Caleb. It must've been awful for you."
Emyuil nods. "Aye..." He accepts the hug, wrapping his scarred, muscular arms around Lily and holding her close. "That was the turning point. That was when everything changed. It all went foul."
LilyMoore goes to rest her head on his shoulder, staring at his paws. "I'm sorry. I wish I could've met her. She sounds nice."
Emyuil holds Lily tight, his arms around her upper back. "It's...okay. She was everything you could ask for in a little sister," he says, brightening now. "You would've loved her."
LilyMoore settles down into a more comfortable position. "Oh? Tell me more!" She is ready to listen for hours.
"Well...she was born a few seasons after I was," Emyuil begins. "She had these beautiful violet eyes..." In a haze of fond remembrance, Emyuil and Lily walk together into the past in their minds' eyes--a perfect, happy ending to the afternoon, and they stay there, among the hills of Tuscani, until it's finally Lily's bedtime.
Thanks for reading! And yes, Tuscani is a real place on the MUCK. I promise :) [1]
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