The insanely long log in which Taran meets his grandchildren
This happened in the Great hall of Redwall Abbey. Most of this happened before I entered. I'm sorry that it's. SO. LONG., but I hate starting logs in the middle :P They seem messed up to me. Sorry.
It's lunchtime! At least it is for the Warrior beast called Timothy. In front of himis a plate full of breads, cheese and fruits that he is currently quietly munching on. Leaning against his chair is a large steel rimmed wooden round shield, painted with the symbol of a blood red sun on a background of blue.
Rayen makes her way inside the room, she has gotten use to being here now and waves to a couple beasts as she goes to find a chair to sit in.
Taran also enters the room but doesnt speak or wave to anybeast as he sits in the first chair he sees and just closes his eyes. He makes sure to sit away from most of the beasts.
Timothy looks up from his plate as Rayen finds herself in the Greathall and he tips his head in greeting. The unusually tall mouse returns to eating his food, plucking up a pie e of fruit and popping it into his muzzle.
Rayen nods and offers a smile "Hello, it seems a nice day, well so far anyways its a nice day."She then stops "Oh I am Rayen, by the way.I am hoping to stay here in the abbey a while if I can"
Taran doesn't notice any hattips, he seems like he rather avoid beasts right now as he opens his eyes to stare at the floor.
Timothy looks up from his meal over to Rayen. "I am Timothy, and all are welcome to Redwall, even warriors such as me." He smiles a bit and flicks an ear as he grabs another bit to scarf down. "Welcome though, I may not be an Abbeybeast but it may as well be said." He turns his head to look at Taran with a bit of concern, but says nothing yet.... the old mouse will speak in due time.
Rayen nods "Flicktail invited me to stay, maybe for a long while, he is...nice" She smiles a little."Not to worry I am here in peace if your concerned, I know some here ..probally dont trust me yet"
Taran looks over at Timothy and the vixen, he still remains silent and looks like he may of been crying before he came in here, but for now he remains silent.
Timothy smiles at the mention Flicktail. "That he is, maybe a bit overbearingly so in my case.... I am unused to the hugging. And do not worry about me thinking you untrustworthy. It is rare I meet someone that I distrust right from the beginning. " His eyes keep glancing over ag Taran, itching to say something and ask the old mouse what is bothering him.
Taran leans back in his chair again, if he has anything to say its not clear yet
With a swish of tail and coats alike, Rosethorn makes her entrance in typical fashion: a song upon her lips, ornate lute lovingly held in her hands, and strumming strings as she walks along in time into the Abbey's halls. "Ohhhhh~! Once there was a rodent, named Cluny the Scourge! He came 'round the Abbey, a terror unheard! But dear brave Sir Martin did take up his blade~. And off came his head, a tyrant to rest laid!" The greying vixen pauses at the tapestry of Martin, smiling as she gazes upon it. Song ending with a final strum of her instrument, the vixen reaches out to the great work of artistry, and lovingly runs the back of a knuckle along the image of Martin. "Were you so glorious in life, little mouse? Whisper to this old fox. Quietly, quietly now...gentle. She'll keep your secrets." She mutters to the image before finally turning to those gathered. Her lute is raised high in greetings. "Wonderful, wonderful day my friends! Come, come! Will some kind soul pour this weary traveler a drink?" Comes the fox with a grin.
Timothy turns his gaze to Taran completely now. "Taran, what bothers you may I ask? You look like you've been to hellgates and back." Okay, a bit of an exageration... his attention is then grabbed by the new fox, his ears flicking foreward as she adresses the tapestry much like he does when no one is around. "I have some juice in this goblet here but it's for washing down this food." He didn't even bother bringing out a jug for it. "Although perhaps we can ask one of the novices about?")
Taran looks at the odd vixen and blinks, he then focuses on Timothy and frowns, "My son...I believe he hates me, and he has all the reson in the world to do so"
An ordinary beast might be put off by the little situation Rosethorn has found herself in. But the irreverent vixen simply laughs, "Oh, troubles! Sounds like the distinctly /juicy/ kind." Two ears wiggle, and Timothy grabs her attention. "Well, I hardly expect feasts-day wine! I'll take it, my boy!" Literally, in this case, as Timothy would find a hard clap on the back should he not move, and his goblet absconded with to quench her throat.
Timothy simply shrugs, his shoulder barely moving as he simply just gives his goblet away and pushes his food to the side for Rosethorn. "Ah... I see Taran. I would pin it up to a fear of change. He has been without you for a long time yes? And he doesn't have a very fond memory of you I take it?" Reaching to his belt he tugs a gourd up and pops the stopper on top; bringing forth an even sweeter and citrus like scent to the noses about as he turns to adress Rosethorn. "I am Timothy, and you are?"
Taran nods slowly "Its....a long story and I made it worse last night. Maybe I should never of asked to live here its..its not a good idea."
The vixen isn't about to complain, and begins to scarf down food with an utter lack of delicacy. The goblet is raised in thanks before being utterly drained as she plops herself down next to the tall mouse. Her single eye doesn't leave Taran. "Rosethorn, Mistress of Song, Dance, and Story! Traveller of the world, and seeker of heroes and villains both large and small! Well met, Mister Timothy!" A wink to Taran. "And our most troubled and dour compatriot as well." Her ears tilt as she quiets, and /listens/.
Timothy mmms, making sure Rosethorn doesn't knock over his shield as she sits. "Nice to meet you Rosethorn." Most of his attention is on Taran for the moment as he tames a sip of his unknown refreshment. "If he didn't love you he'd have let you die, would he have not? While those bandits had you he had ample oppritunity after all." His tail flicks. "Mayhaps I should talk to Brother Leon..." Sep 24, 2014 at 11 a.m.
Taran normally would glare at someone like Rosethorn, but he seems unwilling right now and simplely shrurgs at Timothy, "Maybe, thats up to you. I think he took the day off as he was by the pond ealier. I am not planing on leaving the abbey...well least right away, I still have my wounds to heal, my leg and the chest wound I got..its the leg thats taking time to heal and has already caused a bit of a limp when I tried to walk."
Food finished off in record time, Rosethorn pushes aside her place. Settling her head upon elbows and handpaws, she peers intently at Taran as he shares his story. A small lick of her lips in thought, her head tilts a touch. "Well. I'm not entirely sure of the situation between yourself and your child, Mister...Taran? I've learned this much, however. Love and hate are two sides of the same coin. And sometimes? It is very difficult to distinguish which side you're looking at. Maybe...just maybe...his heart bursts with love and hatred at once, leaving him with bitterness, irritation, and anger turned outwards and inwards warring with love of a parent so much that it leaves his insides twisted, darkened and confused!" There's a light laughter of dark delight to her tone before she coughs and visibly tries to settle herself down. "Or maybe I'm growing senile." Wink!
Oz comes down the stairs about time the vixen starts laughing and tilts his head and arches an eyebrow as he comes the rest of the way into the room, "It appears we have a new guest" He says quietly.
Taran says, "Yeah..new guest and I have no clue miss and you wouldnt understand unless I or he..explained to you"
Rosethorn perks her ears, and leans slightly forward. "Is that so? Ahhh, but you are such a /tease/! Truly, toying with this traveler's heart! Come on then. Spinning a tale before a songstress and leaving it barely woven? So rude~." Teases the vixen, before there's one large badger in the room. She tenses for a moment, only the lightest of gasps from her muzzle. But it's there. One with sensitive smell might sent fear quickly hidden amidst the confidence of years. "That's correct! Rosethorn, Mistress of Song, Dance, and traveller of the world! A seeker of the craven and valiant alike!"
Oz stands there and nods"An intrestly long name. As long as your here on peaceful terms all is well. "He then nods towards Taran "Taran, I see your out of the infirm then." He makes his way to his chair, basiclly the only badger one in here , and sits down.
Taran frowns, "You wouldn't be intrested in my past or what I have done" He then answers Oz, "Yes I am healed enough to where I can be out of the infirm, just not enough to go very far just yet."
Rosethorn slowly frowns in dissappointment, ears drooping, and all but pouting before Taran. "You know, with words like that? It makes me wnat to hound you all the more! We're greedy little things, vixens. We want to take, and take, and /take/ until there's nothing left. Or at least that is what the stories say. But...all in due time. You win, for now." Reach! Should he not duck? Taran might get poked in the nose. A wink from the vixen. "I can't wait to finally discovery this beautiful little tragedy." Then, turning, she regards Oz with a smile. "Peace and war are never far behind one another. But I'm simply here to rest, learn, sing and make merry! Oh, and a little mischief here and there. But only to liven up your lives~." Smirk!
Oz listens as the vixen talks and to Taran, he looks unsure weather to ask what is going on or to just avoid asking..
Taran sighs, he looks glad to not speak much right now, "Yeah maybe...a story for later" He says quiet like, and thats if he stays at the abbey, for now he is.
DoraRose comes up from the kitchen, her 4-season-old twins following. Caleb is quiet and calm, politely smiling at everyone. LilyMoore, on the other hand, is pouting and demanding something of her mother, who is just saying "No" in varying degrees of frazzle-ness. The mother mouse spots the group and calls out, "Oz, can you help me?" The look she gives Taran is unreadable.
Timothy grows quiet, running his paw under his chin as he comes back with a small plate of cheeses and bread... he still needs food! And he's already eating it even, the plate half down. "What I mi... Oh, good Afternoon Papa Oz. Haven't seen you for a while."
Oz stands and goes over to head over to Dorarose, "What is it you need Dorarose, and greetings Timothy."
Taran spots Dorarose and right away frowns. He doesnt know her that well, but he can only guess she seems a bit upset, he does what he believes is wise, one stop watching her and two just not say Hi, maybe he can pretend she isn't there if he is lucky.
The newly arrived vixen sighs aloud dramatically. Leaning back, she shakes her head. "Oh, come, come! I am not nearly enough into my cups to be hearing such depressing words!" A lick of the muzzle, and she stands. Lute taken up again, cradled possessively, she's just about to solve her own problem with a pair of mice as well as good Timothy return. Pausing, she looks between Caleb, Lily, and Taran. "...This little tale just grows more and more interesting." She quips.
DoraRose covers LilyMoore's mouth with a paw, which causes the Dibbun to starts tryign to pry the paw off. The mother's blue eyes are flashing as she says, "One of the Elders told me that nobeast can start training to become warriors until they're 6 seasons old, but Lily is trying to get me to start teachign her now." Caleb frowns, then goes over to the vixen and smiles. "Hi. I like your lute."
Oz nods "This is true, unless a beast is at least 6 seasons they can not be in the training yard, its for safety reasons, if you need more info or still wish to discuss that your have to speak to either Benar or Lorimis about it, I am sorry"
Taran stays quiet and then starts to slowly get up to maybe try to quietly slip from the room, limping doesn't help him go as fast as he rather go and he doesnt have a walking stick right now.
Timothy munches on his meal and as he sits down it's simply empty... why'd he even bother? Oh well. The Mouse looks over at Dora and chuckles; training for him started at his second season; the real combat training not until his fourth season. Sep 24, 2014 at noon
Rosethorn tilts an ear to the mother, smiling. "Perhaps here. In Salamandastron, that legendary stronghold of brave lapines? I hear tell of those as young as six learning to wield but a meager knife. Against the horrid threat of spuds in need of cleaning! But is a paring knife so different than one tucked into a boot, or a sleeve in the most mean of taverns?" She wiggles those ears again. A terrible influence, this one. The vixen then kneels as Caleb approaches, and gingerly holds it forth. "Thank you! This...well. It's more precious to me than my life. Careful, hmm? Go ahead. Touch a string. Gently. Lightly now. A simple flick, and a melodious sound. Easy enough, hmm? But these things take a lifetime to master. Ahhh...I ramble. The words of a vixen who sees the Dark Forest in her every step." Smile! For once, she looks to the dibbun in true kindness. To Taran? She waves a free hand. "Until next time my dour mouse~."
Emyuil walks in and stands next to his sister, folding his arms and scanning the room idly.
DoraRose glares balefully at the vixen. "Thank you. So much. I totally needed that. And, NO, I am not taking you to Salamandastron!! You're not even a hare. I don't think mice can join the Long Patrol anyways." Caleb politely observes the lute, smilign at the eccentric fox, then waves to Taran. "Bye!" LilyMoore wrenches loose of her mother, turns, runs a short ways and, unless he moves, runs into her grandfather. "Hey!" She shouts as she falls.
Oz hmmms as the room gets a bit too crowrded to suit him. "If you all will excuse me, I need to check on the other dibbuns" He then leaves and heads upstairs.
Timothy chuckles and calls over. "Only six seasons? I started training for my role in my fourth season! Official training at least; I was inducted in my second season just like the rest of my Shield brothers." He sips at his gourd a bit more and then stoppers it up.
Taran blinks as the child runs into him and frowns as he grabs a chair for support,"Ummm...hello" He says, this is really the first time he has seen either of them."You should...go back over to your mother"
Rosethorn simply smiles winningly as she's glared at by Caleb. Mischief lurks in her features, empty goblet obscuring her small chuckle. "Quite welcome~." She responds mirthfully. After a while, and the child walks off? The bardess once more cradles her instrument and stands up properly. Offering a wave to all about, she heads towards the kitchen. She'll hunt up proper ale with a grin, satisfaction in her features.
Emyuil remains silent, other than a slight chuckle when he sees Lily charge into Taran. He stares idly about the room.
DoraRose sighs and sits down, lookign very frustrated. LilyMoore jerks away from her grandfather and roughly wipes a tear from her face. "Why?! Who are you to think you can boss me around?!" Her mother glares at her and /very/ sternly says, "LilyMoore! That is enough! You need to aplogize! He is your elder and your grandfather, which are both excellent reasons to keep a civil tongue in your head!" Caleb stares open-mouthed at the little scene for a moment, then runs over to his mother, unsure of what to do.
Timothy places his drinking gourd back on his belt and stands up to head out, stuff to do and people to see. "Good afternoon good beasts."
Taran just stares at her and looks over at Caleb as well before looking back to Lillymoore, "I...look. listen to your mother, its wise to" He stops speaking before he maybe gets annoyed himself. He can't grumble at a dibbun and sighs as he stays where he is.
Rosethorn returns after a few minutes, having convinced some poor novice to acquire her some ale. Slurp. Lute now slung upon her back, she collapses once more into a seat with true exhaustion. A deep breath, and she smiles to those gathered. For now, the Bard simply observes those in the Great Hall as she quenches thirst as her ears flick and wander.
Emyuil regards the Bard suspiciously. He never did like vermin and something seems a little...off. The battle-scarred young Half-Rat watches her every move.
LilyMoore gapes at first her mother, then at her grandfather. "Oh." Is about all she can say. Caleb frowns again, then decides to intervene, and so runs over and hugs the old mouse.
Taran gets a look of pure shock on his face when he is hugged, just sort of standing there and slowly sits down on the floor, but is careful not to let Caleb fall over as he does so. He has yet to hug back as he seems to in shock from the hug. He then feels tears start going down his face and looks uncertain of weather to hug the child back or not.
Rosethorn's single eye turns to the stone-grey furred mouse, Emyuil given a smile as she notices him staring. Rather than any offense, she turns slightly amidst sipping her drink to let him look all the more. She might seem proud of her appearance, the vixen well groomed for a traveller, and offers a grin. "I wonder...what stories do your wounds tell, my good mouse?" Comes the vixen.
"Death," Emyuil says simply. "Death and darkness." He seems a bit defensive, and unconsciously runs a hand along the main scar marring his features.
Caleb smiles up into his grandfather's face. "You look like our Daddy. Are you his father?" LilyMoore stutters something, then covers her face with her paws and runs back to her mother, crawling into her lap. DoraRose smiles slightly as she hugs her daughter close, but she watches her son closely. She doesn't trust her father-in-law, that much is plain.
Taran doesn't respond right away, then finally for what seems like forever probally"..Y..Yeah..I am.." The truth is always good, well sometimes it seems painful or makes matters worse. He doesn't get anything else out, but he does slowly give him a hug, a short one but it's a start.
"Death?" Begins the vixen, finishing a long sip. Emyuil has her full attention for the moment. Her tail flicks and wags. "Tell me more. Does the Dark Forest's shadows chase you? Or are you the one who offers the agony of demise to those not yet considering such pain? What nightmares, what shadows nip at your heels or those of your foes?" Replies Rosethorn, eager for the half-rat's story.
"I am the nightmare. I am the Half-Rat. I am Death." Emyuil seems unwilling to say more to a virtual stranger.
Caleb grins. "Mamma's Nana is here. She works in the Infirmary. I'll go get her so you can meet her! Cm'on, Lily! Can we, Mamma?" The mother nods, and the brother drags his twin out the door and up the stairs, eventually making her giggle. DoraRose slides down in her seat and stares at the ceiling. "Finally. Peace and quiet." she moans, draping an arm over her eyes.
Rosethorn raises her cup, her head slumping as Emyil speaks. "Half-breed or not, the tale is in the details, my friend! Not willing to share? You Abbeybeasts certainly hold truth tight to your chests! But a story wrenched from the heart of darkness itself is all the more worthy of its telling! My beloved dark rodent, clasp close thine mysteries! You make the hunt of your tale all the more satisfying when I draw it forth from such a shadowed maw!" Speaks the vixen dramatically. Then she leans her head back and drains her cup. Ahhh~.
Taran watches the two dibbuns go and sighs as he walks or rather limps to a chair and sits down.
Emyuil growls deep in his throat and says nothing else. The fox is really getting on the lad's nerves..."What I've gone through is my nightmare alone."
DoraRose looks over at her father-in-law. "I hear you and Leon got into a fight earlier. He was kind of upset about it. What's going on?" She doesn't seem upset at him anymore, just exhausted.
Rosethorn sighs deeply. "A nightmare shared oft becomes but a lesson to those whom hear it. Care to leave it at that? Or...will it become something more. A tale for the ages! Small, perhaps. The tiniest thread of life to the tapestry we all collectively weave! But a rich color added to that which would otherwise be dull, boring, and /grey/! Share, or share not. It is your choice, grey one. But my ears are here for you, in times of suffering and prosperity alike. For I am but a simple tale-weaver. A songstress. A /bard/. I simply collect tales." A pause. Rosethorn drains her cup, and slumps slightly against the table drunkenly. "That is all."
Taran frowns as its brought up, he looks over at the mousemaid, "Its...to do with the past, some things that happen, maybe shouldn't.." He stops and looks down at the floor "No shouldn't of happen...and was made worse." He looks back up, eyes tear filled again, "He...hates me, doesn't he?"
Emyuil remains silent, watching the drunken fox with something approaching pity and disgust combined. His nose wrinkles as her breath hits him.
DoraRose leans forward and goes ot lay a paw on her father-in-law's arm. "I don't think he hates you. I think he just doesn't trust you. Give him time and reasons to trust you. You'll see; he'll come around." She smiles reassuringly, even though she doesn't trust him either. She's just hiding it now.
Taran sighs, he allows the paw on his shoulder and waits till its removed to slowly stands, he should of got a walking stick as he uses chairs to make his way to the stairs and then limps up the stairs to the infirmary, he can get his leg wound checked and then go to a guest room.
Zork enters from the entry and has had some morning free time on his paws since he been told to avoid the forge a couple weeks, which he has, and so he enters, but his way and that way is a cartwheel, "Ello..hee I not done one of..whoa!" And he falls sideways and grumbles an ouch under his breath and slowly stands as he chuckles and goes the rest of the way into the room with a grin.
Rosethorn smooths back her short headfur, and sighs. "No? A pity~." States the tale-seeking vixen. Some poor passing novice is grabbed by the vixen, and soon she's slowly drinking herself to unconsciousness. Pathetic indeed. Cue Zork's stumbling entrance. "...Well. At least someone has some energy in this place! Welcome!" Calls out Rose drunkenly.
DoraRose does not approve of beasts drinking themselves into oblivion, so she goes over to the vixen and tries ot take her drink. "I think you've had enough of this stuff."
Zork looks over at the vixen as he is in a chair now "Who she?" He asks.
Rosethorn is by now supporting all her weight upon the grand table in the Great Hall. She looks half asleep. There's little resistance, strong limbs despite, against Dora. "...Never enough. Booze. Stories. Strands amidst the great Tapestry. So meager..." Mumbles the vixen with an intoxicated laugh. The fox relaxes, snoring lightly. Someone will have to carry her to a guest's bed, quite out of it this aging vixen is.
DoraRose wrinkles her nose in disgust. "Great. I'll have to talk to Benar about this." She pours the booze into the fireplace, then sits by the badger, debating about trying to find the Elder now or after the vixen gets taken to the female geusts dormitory...
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