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Post by Skiv on Jun 12, 2005 17:03:08 GMT -5
Sylvia nodded at the fox, "Well I carry around whatever I find and dem worthy to lug about, you know?" She looked around a bit before looking up at Britta with round, watery eyes.
"Can I come with you 'til we get to the Abbey? You're nice and I've never had a traveling friend before. That why you'll be sure and have a hammer when we get there! Please?" Absently she put the hammer back in her back, along with a shiny rock sitting by her foot.
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Jun 12, 2005 17:08:50 GMT -5
She carries rocks around.
She is insane.
She collects spoons.
But...
Britta smiled weakly.
"I don't see why not. I haven't had a travelling friend either." She carefully adjusted her bag and stretched. "Where are you from, Sylvia?"
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Post by Skiv on Jun 12, 2005 17:12:08 GMT -5
Sylvia smile brightly and flung her arms around Britta, "That's jolly! I'm from Salamadastron, born and breed there. You've heard of it I'm sure, ruled by badgers and the like. Blinkin' huge mountian wot wot. But I didn't have what it took to live there, so I ran away. Can't stand bein' in one place for too long you know?"
She started bouncing off eastwards, "Might as well get goin'! Left right left right an' all that rot!"
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Jun 12, 2005 17:17:05 GMT -5
"It's the other way!" Britta pointed as she watched the hare bound down the path. "Er. That's west, you know."
Ah, the badger mountain. Isn't that down south? The heat must turn brains funny...
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Post by Skiv on Jun 12, 2005 17:21:32 GMT -5
Sylvia skidding to a stop, did a quick about-face, and started marching down the path in the correct direction. She began to sing in a fairly good alto voice.
"Well I'm marching down the Northbound path,
With out a care to trouble me!
I'm marching down the Northbound Path,
Where every sight is free!
I'll march, I'll trot, I'll skip I'll sing,
Until I reach my destiny!
And then I'll stop and sit a while,
And feast on custard creeeeam!"
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Jun 12, 2005 17:29:00 GMT -5
Britta hummed along, picking up on the tune, but she prefered pipping and whistling to singing. Her mother had always been the family's singer, and she had never tried to take her role.
"Are you going anywhere else after the Abbey?" she called, kicking at the pebbles that lay on the path.
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Post by Skiv on Jun 12, 2005 17:32:03 GMT -5
"Hmm... Not sure exactly, just kinda go where and as I please you know? I was visiting this lovely family of moles that live just... That way from here." She said, pointing vaugly behind her.
"Where are you off to after you leave? I hear they have great vittles an' all that rot! 'zah." She did a little jig.
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Jun 12, 2005 17:39:30 GMT -5
The pine forest gave way to lighter oaks. Leaves from seasons past crackled, underpaw. Britta's ears flicked, but she kept her eyes forward.
"I don't know. I've heard tell there was a minstrel fox to the north a season ago. I was hoping it might be my brother, but knowing him, he's moved on by now."
Britta turned her head slightly, just enough to watch something out of the corner of her eye. She hummed a few notes and said, "don't look now-- don't look!-- but somebeast is following us. I can hear it."
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Post by Skiv on Jun 12, 2005 17:41:58 GMT -5
Sylvia's eyes, some how, managed to get even wider, "What is it? Where is it? Do you think it's friendly?" She suddenly got mildly serious, and subtly palmed two iron spoons.
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Jun 12, 2005 21:39:15 GMT -5
Even though the hare was panicking, Britta had to chuckle at her. Spoons, of course. It was what she had expected.
She drew back her barkcloth cloak and casually put her hand on her sword's hilt. It had been her father's, and she didn't know how to use it, but it was a weapon.
"Back there, behind that half-dead oak," she muttered, trying not to turn her head. "Something slinking, snapping twigs all over."
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Post by Skiv on Jun 12, 2005 21:42:08 GMT -5
"What do you think we should do about the rotter, eh?" Sylvia asked.
She saw the glint of Britta's sword.
Ohh, pointy-shiny...
"Do you know how to use that thing?" She hissed.
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Jun 12, 2005 21:47:47 GMT -5
"No! But it's for their protection! Most creatures don't attack foxes with blades so I don't need to try to use it!"
Behind them, something darted from the oak to a beech. There was a swirl of a green cape as it moved.
"Just keep walking. If it gets any closer... we'll see."
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Post by Skiv on Jun 12, 2005 21:50:27 GMT -5
The hare nodded, "Whateve' you say... I say we just jump it, whatever it is." She said, shrugging. "It might have shines..." She added, as an after thought.
Faking a yawn she threw her head back and slightly to the side so she could glance behind her. Noticing a bit of movement behind a beech tree she knudged Britta. "Either there are two, or it moved behind yonder beech." She said, gestering casually.
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Jun 12, 2005 21:56:44 GMT -5
"I've heard that there are little savage squirrels that live deep in the Woodlands. I've never heard of them coming this far out, though." Her brow furrowed as she hissed at Sylvia.
"What if we attack it and it's some innocent beast? Though I don't know why they would be watching us from behind trees."
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Post by Skiv on Jun 12, 2005 21:57:50 GMT -5
Sylvia stared innocently at Britta, "Did I say attack? No, I said jump. Meaning we'd just grab it and tie it up or somethin'. A and B the C of D and all that."
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Look at the lovely leaf Oz brought me!!
