The day was hot and humid, the kind of day that started hot and just kept on getting hotter. The air was heavy and hard to breathe, pressing down upon the forest until every thing save the occasional bird was quiet and still. To the west, thunderheads rose bruised purple and black. It would rain by tonight.
The only creature that seemed to be fine with the oppressive heat was Aggie. The small mousemaid was not only happy in the heat, but seemed to thrive in it a bit.
She stood thigh-deep in the great River Moss, her dress blooming out around her like a flower as she waded, fishing with a simplified fishing rod.
Aggie had managed to loose her way to Redwall Abbey two nights ago, but hadn't seen anyway of getting back on course when there seemed to be no one else in the forest to ask directions from. And she certainly couldn't climb a tree in her state. As if to remind her of that fact, the baby kicked inside her, awake by the cold water and it's mother's movement.
Agnes patted the mound of unborn child gently, and tugged grinned when there was a tug on the line.
With a little effort, she pulled the fish– a nice fat bass-- out of the water and waded toward shore, and her camp.
Out of breath but satisfied, she sat on the bank and got ready to clean her fish, quietly singing a little nonsense song while she did.
She didn't mind being on her own for a while, but after a few days and hide nor hair of anyone else, she was getting lonely and edgy, twitchy at every little noise.
A very faint thunderclap rolled over the woodland, and she glanced up at the sky. It was clear blue yet. "Ohhh, dat storm's comin' quick, it is..." she sighed, talking to herself and the baby. "Hope it innt a big bad wone..."
Her soft chatter, seeming the only noise save for the stream, was just enough to cover the footsteps of anyone approaching, if they were quiet.