Cockleburr was elated to be away from the Inn. It was a nice place to visit, but he was getting bored and stir-crazy there. It was time to go and seek adventure. He didn't need Grundlink's encouragement.
He whistled a tune as he shouldered his mace Spiketail and hefted his pack. Soon, they were at the house. "Starly it is," he said, bowing. "Pleased to make your acquaintance."
He followed Starlight down the hall.
Jared again rubbed the soap spuds into his paws. Bending down, he started to clean his lower body. As he got around and on his legs, the squirrel saw Alastor out of the corner of his eye; the stoat was laying back in his bath, his eyes closed. Jared turned around to soap his tail, and Alastor spoke to him.
”I admit I was surprised, though I had anticipated you would be at the Abbey. Would you mind telling me what the festivities are for? I don’t frequent Redwall anymore.”
“Well, I suppose there’s no harm in it,” Jared responded, still cleaning his bushy tail. “Darn it, I never realized so much river water had gotten into this. Anyway, the festivities are for Jessica Skyleaf, an adult squirrelmaid, and my beloved mother-in-law. She’s turning 35 today, though I doubt that’s of any real relevance to you.”
“You’re absolutely free to join in the party if you wish.” he continued, quickly grabbing a bottle of fur conditioner. He opened it up and tried to spray some into his other paw, but it was empty. Jared groaned to himself. The spare containers were on the other side of the bathroom in a cabinet; going to retrieve them would mean getting out of the bath. If anybeast were to walk in at that moment, they would see him completely unclothed and soaked to the fur, and that wasn’t what the squirrel wanted. He leaned over to reach for his towel, but then remembered that he hadn’t even gotten one before climbing into the bathtub. Great, another thing he was missing. Why did he suddenly feel deep down in his gut that this day was just going to get worse?
Jared sighed in surrender, then carefully lifted one leg over the side of his bathtub. But at that moment, the door opened, and the creature standing there almost made him jump right out of his fur.
“You’ve got strength and courage in your heart, Lysistra. There’s compassion there, too, along with love. Keep the goodness in your heart alive, and you’ll go far in life.” Larina smiled at her new friend’s comments, and followed the pine marten’s gaze to the tapestry.
“Jared’s always been the kind of creature who wants to help others,” she explained. “I know he shouldn’t get involved in your problems, but he cares about you. He truly does care and wants to protect you. That’s just who he is, a protector.” The young Skyleaf’s eyes shone with both assurance and platonic affection. “It’s part of him, that warrior spirit. He was born with it, and sometimes he just can’t tame it. I should know. It’s both a blessing and a curse.”
”He shouldn’t risk his life so young when he has a chance to grow old with a lovely lass like you!”
Larina laughed out loud at this statement. “Oh, that’s so true! Jared and I, when we got married it was the happiest day of our lives, one that we’ll never ever forget. We were talking last week about starting a family, and he wasn’t exactly sure yet. It’s not exactly a simple process. I don’t want to put pressure on him, but someday, we’d both like to have children of our own. I can see us growing old together, no doubt about that.”
Larina stared at the pine marten with concern. The squirrelmaid herself was not a fighter like her mate, but at least she could do her part to protect Lysistra from the threat that hunted her without cease. Never in her life would she find a reason to lift up a sword, but if Lysistra needed help, then she was willing to give it to her without hesitation.
“Well, anyway, I’ve gotta go help my mother. The party starts as soon as the sun goes down. If the thunderstorm doesn’t show up, then we’ll all be able to have a great time! I know my mother definitely will. See you later, Lysistra!” The squirrelmaid patted the pine marten’s shoulder and rushed out the Great Hall.
Ooc sounds like a good place to end it :3 other players are welcome to of course post here if they wished to post an epiloge etc etc.
OOC: If there are any other GUOSIM please join the thread, but everyone is welcome!
Mingo sat huddled near the main fire. He was surrounded by his friends and fellow Guosim shrews. He looked at them with pride and thought This is the life. Warm fire, warm friends, a mug of shrew beer in your hand. While he was warm and fuzzy on the inside, his outside was freezing. It has been a hard winter so far and it appears to be going nowhere quickly. Mingo hated to be camped somewhere for too long, but he knew the shrewlets needed a warm place to wait out this winter. He had posted several guards to ensure no mishaps befell his beloved tribe. Thankfully there were only short shifts and it looks like the shift had just ended as he saw some shivering shrews slink in from the cold.
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