Murky plashets of rainwater dotted the muddy ground underfoot, like a naughty dibbun overeager to eat had slopped his morning porridge over the table. The trees themselves seemed as if they were weeping, droplets of crystal clear rainwater clinging desperately to the tips of lush, green leaves. Sunbeams valiantly attempted to muscle through a sky asphyxiated by ominous black clouds, almost snuffing out the sun like a candle around bedtime. In spite of the seemingly dank and melancholy appearance, there was a certain serenity to Mossflower after a bountiful rainstorm. Wildlife sang gaily at the reprieve of the weeping heavens, and bounded fleetingly from tree to tree, announcing their joy.
On the dirt path below, Lina Eagleye pressed onward in the direction of Redwall abbey. The mud caked her footpaws, and each step was accompanied by a moist squelching sound, the very ground groaning under paw. The hunter green hood of her sopping wet cloak was drawn up, having been shielding her lithe body from the brunt of mother nature's relentless berating.
The squirrel looked up, her heterochromatic eyes catching the looming, crimson wall stones of Redwall in the distance. A delicate smile creased her lips, her eyes glistening with a newfound hope and determination. She had been everywhere Mossflower had to offer, except here. Lina never had visited Redwall, and she could nary think of an excuse as to why she hadn't. She simply speculated that she had never had the time, as pathetic an excuse as that was. Today, that was going to change. The ranger pressed ever forward, knowing Redwall became that much closer with every step.
It had only been approximately ten minutes, and there she was. The mighty walls of Redwall towered above the squirrel, making her seem an insignificant ant to the magnificent structure. She felt her breath whisked away from the recesses of her chest, and suddenly her heart twinged with the regret of having never visited before. The staggering beauty of this place was awe-inspiring, and only now did Lina realize what it was she had been missing out on.
Just feet in front of her stood the gatehouse, its giant, oaken doors sealed tightly shut, and undoubtedly locked. After regaining her composure, the squirrel took one deep breath and yelled a single announcement to any passers-by or guards who may be on the other side.