"AY! Wot's thet streamdog doin' 'ere?! Not gudd 'ere on moi island! HARES ONLAY!" Hon Florion stepped up bowed to the hare, "terribly sorry, mam!" the older hare was taken aback, "such mannas! Well, you an' your friend 'ere is welcome to Janora Gershilend La-Vavi Fancysworth's island, Madame Janora bein' me, a-course!" Hon Florion put his hand on his head and stepped back, "GRANDMOTHER! I'm….your grandson! The Honorable Florion Mintmerry Scoffon Fancysworth!" Madame Janora was shocked, "moi son 'ad a son?! My dear boy! I'm sorry, but your father came 'ere wiff moi and I jolly well loed 'im, but 'e caught an illness and died, I'm sorry!" Hon Florion and his grandmother hugged each other and wept in sorrow and happiness....Hon Florion was home....
OOC: Do I have all my facts right?
BIC: Sparhawk looked out across the ink black water at the island that was slowly drawing nearer. His friend, "The Honorable Florion Mintmerry Scoffon Fancysworth." Had said this was where he was going. If Spar remembered correctly this was the island he was looking for. Hon said he wanted to find his Grandmother, on her island called, "Janora Gershilend La-Vavi Fancysworth's island." So Spar had decided he would drop in to see his old friend. As his rowboat touched land Sparhawk jumped lightly onto the beach, making sure not to get his tail wet. He turned to wave farewell to the hare whom he had asked to take him across to the island. He then turn inwards to see what sort of island he was on. From the beach it didn't appear to be very big, but it had a somewhat large community of hare living on it. As he walked up the main street he saw a small group of animals in the middle of the road talking to a garishly dressed elderly hare. He recognized his friend Hon immediately be the way he waved his paws around as he talked. Spar grinning to himself walked on silent feet up behind his friend. Then in a normal voice said, "Well if it isn't my friend The Honorable Florion!"
Crabpaw clenched his fist menacingly
"Ye'd have half a mind to call me a streamdog granny, I'm wot they call a SEAdog, if you want to be insulting about h'it. How'd ye like it if called ye a cooked- out ole rabbit eh? not very nice is it. Don't worry, i'm leaving you're island of wotwot and top-holes, most of which are nice. Hon, Amel, good day to ye." He said as he made his way to his ship, obviously hurt.