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Post by duckflesh on Jul 19, 2003 15:10:08 GMT -5
**He steps back out of the tent and starts to walk away, calling back behind him**
Now... if you smell any food coming from the forest, don't eat it... we think the Redwallers are trying to poison us. Only eat what you see me or your trainers eating.
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Post by kamylienne on Jul 20, 2003 17:14:55 GMT -5
::mouthing to herself 'Poison us??', she quickly recovers and says: :: "Uhh, sure . . . t . . . thanks . . . " ::She lays her head down, a little suspicious. She grasps her staff tightly, putting one end of the staff under her pillow, and closes her eyes for a much-needed rest::
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Post by kamylienne on Jul 20, 2003 17:26:31 GMT -5
::She awakes before dawn, and goes out to chop some wood before her hosts awake; she wanders to find an appropriate ax, making sure to be quiet so as not to wake anyone::
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Post by duckflesh on Jul 20, 2003 19:45:11 GMT -5
There are fifteen sentries up and about throughout the camp, but they pay little attention to her, having come to accept her as a friendly. A stack of crates in the central of camp seems to be loaded down with axes and tools.
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Post by kamylienne on Jul 20, 2003 22:16:28 GMT -5
::She spends the early morning chopping up fallen branches (hey, she's a mouse, they're pretty big to her), then hauling it back to the camp. She scribbles a note, saying "Thanks" and "Goodbye", then returns to the Children's Tent to gather her things, quietly::
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Post by duckflesh on Jul 21, 2003 2:50:10 GMT -5
**Duckflesh is dozing by the dead fire in the middle of the camp, and all three little squirrels are fast asleep, even with the sun coming up. One sentry claps her on the back and gives her a friendly smile that's missing several teeth, then continues ahead on his round of the camp.**
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Post by kamylienne on Jul 22, 2003 18:29:02 GMT -5
::She smiles back at the, er, dentally-challenged sentry and waves a paw 'goodbye'. Starts to leave, but looks back at the little squirrelmaids sleeping; she wonders for a moment if she should stay and at least say good-bye to them, but figures it'd be harder to leave them, and gently tucks them in and gives each one a little kiss on the forehead::
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Post by duckflesh on Jul 22, 2003 22:39:26 GMT -5
**The three squirrel maids continue to doze softly. Mapuna begins to mutter in her sleep**
Mommy... don't die...
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Post by kamylienne on Jul 23, 2003 20:56:28 GMT -5
::Shocked and saddened by the little squirrelmaid's words, she brushes Mapuna's fur back from her eyes gently, then sighes. She puts her small pack down on her bed and walks back out of the tent, going towards the wood she just cut::
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Post by duckflesh on Jul 23, 2003 21:08:38 GMT -5
**A note has been tacked to the pile of wood with a dagger.**
Kamy-
Myself and most of the others have gone off on a mission. Please make yourself at home, our fifteen on duty guards are at your service. If you've decided to leave, I wish you the best on your travels. If not (and I hope that is the case), then I'm sure my maids would be happy to take a day off school to show you around the
camp.
-Duckflesh
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Post by kamylienne on Jul 23, 2003 21:11:45 GMT -5
::A few hours later, she returns with three small necklaces with each with three little carved wooden beads strung on braided fibers of a leaf; the first one has a carving of a sun with a corona, flanked by two plain spherical beads; the second has a carving of a crescent moon, also flanked by two plain beads; the third has a carving of a five-pointed star, again sandwiched between two plain beads. Her cut paws (from carving) placed each necklace on the dolls of the little squirrelmaids; the sun, for Gavrilla; the moon, for Mapuna; and finally the star, for Eqlantine::
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Post by kamylienne on Jul 23, 2003 21:14:49 GMT -5
:;She sits on the bed, the note from Duckflesh in her paw, then looks at the squirrelmaids. She hasn't seen many, if any, older females at the camp. She wonders if she ought to stay, then remembers her, er, "luck", which follows her around; she can't stay for long. One look at the squirrelmaids make her pause . . . Maybe just one day . . . just one more day . . . .::
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Post by duckflesh on Jul 25, 2003 21:00:46 GMT -5
**The Squirrel maids begin to wake up, and are soon up and about, delighted with their necklaces and jerking Kami around the tent to show her their things. A rat stumbles in from outside, where he had been pulling a tarp over a large number of barrels that had been piled in the center of the camp.**
It's stormin' out, you girls h'd best stay in here 'till it passes. I just hope the boys down at the Abbey aren't having all their fun spoiled, meybe even gettin' attacked.
**he shivers, dripping wet, and prepares to thrust himself back out into the storm**
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Post by kamylienne on Jul 26, 2003 0:08:06 GMT -5
::Shocked, she places a paw gently on the departing rat and says in a low voice (so as not to alarm the little ones around) : :: "Abbey? W . . . what abbey? Attacked?" ::she turns as one of the squirrelmaids laugh as they play, and she forces a smile; she turns back to the rat, and asks quietly: :: " . . . what's going on here?"
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Post by duckflesh on Jul 26, 2003 0:32:41 GMT -5
**he smiles**
You know the big red abbey, right? But don't worry, little miss, even if the rain puts out the fires, they can still kill the Redwallers with their bows and arrers. Funny that it rains now, though. You know, Duckflesh, he says their aint no god, but sometimes it seems like there is one, and he's out to get us.
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