[ooc] Yeah, I've been thinking how cool it would be to be a recorder, so I'm making this thread. It's not really for role-play, but I don't think it should go to FanFiction.. No one else is really supposed to role-play here, but you can comment on my posts. Here goes![/ooc]
Ramblings of a Recorder
First Recordings of Aldric the Recorder:
Forgive me if I get ink everywhere, I'm so excited! I have just been given the position of recorder after Brother Winston. I have trained many a long season for this day, and It's finally here! Oh, forgive me, I've gotten ahead of myself. I am Aldric fieldmouse, successor of Brother Winston the squirrel. I myself have always been fascinated with the life of a recorder, so that is what I trained for. It took many lectures and sleepless nights of studying, sponging everything possible. Literature is just like..another world for me, and because I am of no great phisical shape, I prefer that world, where one can do anything and leave it behind for future generations. Listen to me! I sound like some old hermit enshrouded in scrolls! I really must move on to the events of the day, as this part isn't nescessary in the scrolls, although it does make for an easier read…
It is a few weeks into winter now, and all are keeping generally inside. Ah, winter, it's just so wonderful! The trees are now capped by milky white as supposed to their ordinary green, the temperature is very cold,(although I personally like it) and not many a beast is outside for any extended period of time, besides the Skipper when he is out on his routines. The flowers and fruits have retreated and now white, gray, and the rosy shade of the cold walls are the predominant colors in nature. Incidentally, why do beasts waste the cold weather of winter around a fire and complain of the heat when summer has arrived? Some sort of mixed up feelings if you ask me, but each to his own liking. I only have a small fire here in the gatehouse, for the cold weather is found refreshing in my eyes..and to my fur. Oh dear! Look at those dibbuns, they've escaped Badgermum Sringflor and have dashed into the snow without so much as an overcoat between them. Haha, you would like to have seen them, they all just rushed inside before Springflor could so much as beacon them back! I bet she's never seen obedience like that before! Oh, fun times and memories flood my head at these times. I feel as if each season has its own magical feel to it.
Now the dibbuns are properly dressed and outside playing in the snow. You know, I'm no old beast myself, I think I'll wrap up here and join them in a little. Enjoy your winter, everyone!