Resplendent gold rays filtered down indolently, warming their way through the verdant leaves and enveloping the life below in its tender light. Plump rain droplets from the previous evening’s light showers clung tenaciously to the leaves , feebly striving to thwart the quivering branches that threatened to force them. A cool roving breeze that passed swiftly through the canopy and shook the sycamore’s strong, far-reaching branches.
The transient winds paid no heed to the vociferous protest from the tree’s tenants as it continued it’s voyage onward, sweeping freely through a bright and clear sky. The canopy rustled and moments later a small flock of birds took wing, possibly in pursuit the invisible villain who had been so inconsiderate as disrupt their slumber. The aggravated avian mob soared far and high, and once they had passed it was quiet once more.
The hour was early and the air still a bit nippy, only just beginning to warm as the sun sluggishly ascended. A whispered tranquility pervaded here. Few creatures had yet risen to their daily tasks and it was in the solitude and quiet of the dawn that the musician could work.
Seated with his back leaning against the lone sycamore there was an equally lonely young mouse whom stood on the threshold of adulthood (ooc- Not sure what age Redwallers or Woodlanders consider to be adult.) He was a tall and limber fellow with short ,gray brindle fur and long lanky limbs. The habit that he wore was a dark, forest green and it appeared to be a bit too small for a youth of his height, its frayed lower edges stopping shy mid-shin.
Cradled in his arms was an old, beaten up lute. The youth ran his dexterous claws lightly over the strings as he stared out across the abbey pond at those sandstone walls of the beloved abbey that he had come to be raised in.
Theodoric sighed, content to focus on the mellifluous bittersweet melody that he played. Though outwardly the young mouse may have appeared to look calm and at peace as were his environs, internally Theo’s emotions were tumultuous. Though there were few creatures within those glorious red walls that were ignorant of that fact.
Young Theo had quite the notorious little reputation for being a professional instigator. Not a single day had gone by that the aggressive young mouse wasn’t getting into fights with his peers. Lately, his aggression had become a bane to Redwall and the elders were all but too close to yanking out their fur.
And Theo was aware of this. His attitude had turned sour and remained that way just a season after the kind and gracious inhabitants of Redwall Abbey had welcomed he and his orphaned sister into their home. It had been the same season his little sister had been lost to a depression that had not lifted since it found her. She had gradually grown weaker and as she did, he grew angrier.
Thinking of his sister, Theo abruptly halted playing his music and scowled.
“Clara…” He spoke the younger mouse’s name so quietly that it could barely be heard above the breeze. “I should go see her.”
As he rose to his feet, his ears pricked up. He sensed some beast approaching…
Okay, this thread is open to anyone but be warned that I am not a speedy poster.
The beast approaching could be anyone. It does not have to be someone’s character.
Also, this was a painful post. @[email protected] I’m terrible with intros. :S head desk