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Post by Ladorak on Apr 30, 2011 10:55:46 GMT -5
((Since everyone said they'd be OK with a timejump, here it is, for the striplings. Molly and Miri can continue what they're doing however. I don't mind that in the slightest ) As it turned out, they were indeed setting up their base camp. The tents were pitched, and fieldworks started to be dug in order to house and protect the guns after they were set up. It took most of the day, and the striplings engaged in digging, stacking sandbags, and hauling up ammunition and powder from the beaches. By dusk, their tents were all set up, their bedding was spread out on the ground in their tents, and camp fires started to dot the rocky hilltop. Caden had helped to make a fire near their grouping of tents, and was still pleased to be "rooming" with Elle as it were. The albino pine marten had rolled a log to act as a bench of sorts over to the fire, and was currently sitting there as the light blues of the evening were giving way to darker blues and blacks. Stars were already appearing in the sky, and his pink eyes scanned the deep purples that were twinging the sky with their hues. Smiling to himself, he sighed happily, and shifted his gaze down to his comrades, who were sitting with him about the fire. "I guess it'll be time for bed soon. I'm sure we've got early starts for this siege, unless of course the Army takes over, but somehow I think we're going to be employed in this." the marten speculated. He didn't look right at the fire... bright lights hurt his eyes after all. Instead, he kept them focused on his friends, moving from one to the other. "Certainly feels good to rest after a long day's work. I think I saw Ocean at one point or another too... I wasn't aware he had joined us." he moved his pink gaze over to Carrow, finally letting his eyes rest on the mouse. "So... did you want to... 'practice' your technique on me tonight? I know I volunteered and all, but I'll leave it up to you if you want to try it out tonight, or later on in the siege. I'm fine either way... and I think I'm finally OK with the idea as well." he said, giving the mouse a small smile. "See... you said you had to figure out what I'm... 'responsive to' after all. I guess we'll find out at some point." he said, leaning back on the log a bit and using his paws to steady himself.
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Post by Carrow on Apr 30, 2011 18:34:22 GMT -5
Ever since he could remember, Carrow had had bad legs. It had been just another thing for the bullies to torment him with in school. That had been a favourite tactic of theirs: push him as low as he thought he could possibly go, and then deliver some hammer blow - a cutting remark that usually left him in tears. His physical inadequacies had long since been his greatest insecurity, and unfortunately there had been one that had not escaped his tormentors' eyes: the fact that he had walked with a limp in his left leg since he was three. Most of the time it was barely noticeable, but there were occasions on which it could be aggravated.
Unfortunately for the rodent, the amount of work he'd had to do over the course of the day had weakened him considerably, and by the time he actually managed to sit down with his companions, he was indeed limping visibly. It was with a heavy, tired sigh that he sat down near the fire. He was in between Selvis and Caden, ready to drop. If he had been just a little more tired the mouse probably would have laid his head on the shoulder of one of his companions and fallen asleep. The time he needed to relax, however, was being given to him, and so he perked up a little once installed in front of the fire, though he was still evidently rather sleepy.
Selvis patted the field mouse's paw gently. "Buck up, matey. Time for you to relax now and get your strength back, alright?" Carrow nodded gently, smiling a little. He knew they'd be going to bed relatively soon. He focused in on what Caden was saying, shifting position a little on the log, nodding also at the marten's ruminations on their future involvement in the siege. Carrow had all along been of the opinion that their work was not over, but as his friend brought up the point, he felt compelled to address it. His voice was softer than normal and carried a touch of drowsiness, but there was no question about his attention being completely focused on his friend's words.
"Oh, aye, that we will," he responded. "I'm almost sure of it. We may be, and I assume this in a loose enough sense of the phrase, working together with the Army in this siege, but I'm quite confident our work is not done. That suits me just fine. I want to be of use in this siege, if I can at all." Carrow was indeed tired, but it was a pleasant sort of tiredness that he felt. He had done good work, and what's more, he knew it. The only reason he was so tired was because he wasn't used to doing that much physical work in the one day, but in the end it had been quite worth it.
He perked up visibly when Caden mentioned that he might have seen Ocean. "Really, Caden? As far as I knew he was back on the ship...," he murmured, taking an immediate glance around. No sign of the familiar ermine. "He's not in our immediate vicinity anyway. Hmm... funny you should bring that up now because I had in fact been wondering what had become of him... I've seen very little of him lately," he commented, settling a little more on the log and letting his fur be warmed by the fire. He wasn't good with looking straight into it either, but unlike Caden that was simply because he chose not to do so very often, and when he did he was left seeing stars.
Carrow felt Caden's eyes on him, and smiled as he listened to his friend. Caden continued to speak and his steady voice helped to relax the mouse a little further, even though he showed no outward signs of the influence of his friend's voice. "Tonight, eh? Why not? I might just be able to give you a push towards sleep with that pocket watch, in fact," he told his friend gently. "I'm glad that you want to give it a go. Sure, I'd be able to accommodate you as best I could!," he added, smiling. For a moment, he turned to Selvis, and noticed the mustelid looking a little bit pensive. "Selvis?" He gently tugged the longtail's paw. "You there, mate?"
The weasel was lifted out of his reverie by Carrow's tug. He had been listening to his friends speak, but his mind had suddenly filled with thoughts of home again. He anxiously pawed at the letter that remained in his pocket. "Oh... sorry there, mates... I had my mind on some other things as well. I must say I rather envy Caden being able to experience this talent of yours, Carrow - I've wanted to try it out for a while myself, too - but I'm sure you'll find some time to try me as a subject as well. You'll have to let me know how it goes... me with my special interest in hypnotism," he added, chuckling. "Ahhh... nothing like relaxing after a long, productive day, right?"
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Post by bookity101 on Apr 30, 2011 21:51:42 GMT -5
Elle had followed the guy's... back up the cliff. Sure it was more of steep hill... but still. There was still something about it that just set her on edge. Must be the way the loose grit kept getting in her teeth and eye's making it hard to see. What ever it was she was glad to be on top of the hill, watching the guy's talk and chat was fun, but she still didn't feel like standing much so she made her way over to the fire, taking the spot on the other side of Caden's log, leaning back onto the log, she was able to see all three boy's and relax at the same time.
Hypnotism was tonight's topic of choice it seemed, and the use of it. Elle tilted her head to the side. Selvis was still out of it... She stood, brushing off any loose debris that clung to her as she did.
"Hey Selvis, can I borrow your ear for a minute? There's been something I've been meaning to talk to you about all day." She flashed a smile to Carrow. "We'll let Mousey here do his work uninterrupted." Elle walked a few paces away, before stopping and turning;
"And Mousey, if you are awake enough afterwords, a letter came in for you from Elle."
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Miri rolled her eye's. Leave it to Molly to bring wine to a siege.
"No I didn't bring a picnic basket and there is a relatively quiet spot over this way."
Miri lead the way to a small tree where she had decided to set up her part of camp. A tree with low hanging branches and a bit of canvas mad quiet cozy sleeping quarters, and it afforded a nice view of the beach. An extra plus was it was out of the sailors way so they wouldn't wake her up by trudging past where she slept at every odd hour of the night.
"As to Jal Sylver, I have no idea." She shrugged as she motioned for Molly to follow her example and find a comfy spot on the ground near the tree. "I work for him, but I am not required to be around him at all times." She waved a paw at a mosquito; one thing about being at sea not as many pesky flying insects to worry about. "He's probably reading a book or something back on the ship." Miri motioned with the paw that was not supporting her lazy half leaning position towards Molly's basket;
"So what did you lug up here to go with that wine?"
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Post by Carrow on May 1, 2011 7:02:18 GMT -5
Selvis wasn't 'out of it' as Elle assumed, but he certainly wasn't completely himself. The weasel certainly wasn't given over to brooding or ruminating on things, not like Carrow had been (and admittedly was still prone to doing at times). He'd just finished speaking to his mouse and pine marten friends when Elle chipped in, and he nodded at her, a slightly apologetic smile on his face. "Of course, Elliot. I know you wanted to talk earlier, but then I suppose neither of us were really expecting Jal Rivers to pop up like that."
He turned back to face his other two friends. "Would love to stay here and chat, mates, but it would appear I'm needed. I'll be back as soon as I've finished talking to him. Waiting all day to discuss something - believe me, I know how that feels. Ooh, on that note, there's something I'd like to talk to you about, Caden... before our mouse hypnotist here goes to work on you," he quipped, chuckling and patting Carrow on the back. He called softly across to Elle. "Oh, Carrow's not going to try and induce Caden just yet. It's not yet time for us to turn in, after all. It'll be the last thing Carrow does tonight. Isn't that right, mate?"
Carrow nodded, smiling a little. "Yes indeed, it'll be something unusual for me to finish my day with - though, then again, not quite as unusual as you might think as I practice on myself more often than not." His smile widened... then his eyes followed suit as Elliot mentioned that there was a letter for him from Elle. "Really now? Well, I can certainly deal with that too. You want to speak to Elliot, whilst I have a few things to discuss with Caden. Then later, Selvis can talk to Caden while you show me this letter. Is it just me or does this work out very well?"
His longtail companion's eyes brightened as he realised what the mouse was getting at it. "Ah yes, of course! Kind of like we're 'swapping over'. Sounds good to me. Anyways, I'll see you two later. I'm off to discover what this thing that Elliot's been dying to ask me all day is. Oh, Carrow, don't fall asleep there! Wouldn't do if you were too tired to help somebeast else get some rest!" Another soft chuckle left him as he stood up, Carrow returning his gaze to Caden as the weasel padded away to join Elliot, wondering what his response to his suggestion might be. Selvis's voice softened a little as he spoke to Elle. "OK, we have some time to ourselves now, like I wanted. What was it you wanted to ask me about?," he enquired.
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Post by Ladorak on May 1, 2011 21:00:51 GMT -5
There was quite a lot going on, most of it not involving him, so Caden admittedly didn't follow it all very well. Selvis and Carrow fell in to talk amongst themselves for a bit, and Elle soon spoke to Selvis, and then Carrow in turn.
Once Selvis rose to standing, there was a bit more room on the log, and the albino stretched out, laying on his back now, and cupping his head behind his paws. He looked up at the sky, keeping his ears semi-tuned to the conversation, taking note that Selvis seemed upset. Well that was a first... he'd seemed on edge these past few months, and Caden wondered if the same thing was still bothering him.
The unlikelihood of his nation and Caden's finding themselves on opposite sides in this war remained in Caden's mind. They all had the same goal, so he really really didn't see where Selvis was coming from. Sure, worried about never seeing home, but that wasn't going to happen in the near future, as far as Caden could tell.
He listened to Carrow (who was at present near Caden's footpaws and tail), nodding a little as the mouse suggested he could accommodate him. It seemed Elle and Selvis were going off to talk, and Elle mentioned that Carrow had a letter from "her" as well. He closed his eyes. He shortly reopened them however, giving Selvis a look of uncertain curiosity as the long tail mentioned he had something to talk to Caden about.
He didn't respond as Selvis and Elle walked off, and he instead exhaled and closed his eyes again, a half peaceful expression on his face that revealed some inner tension of some sort, or so it appeared. Inhaling slowly, his chest rising, the albino finally spoke after a moment or so.
"So... you had things you wanted to discuss with me?" he asked his mouse friend, breathing in through his nose the smoky fragrance of the fire that was only a few feet away. "What's on your mind?"
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Post by Carrow on May 2, 2011 9:07:34 GMT -5
Carrow's eyes shone as he resettled on the log. By far, the mouse was the creature out of their group that took up the least space, so when his larger weasel companion got up to talk to Elliot, he found that there was quite a lot more space for him to use, and he took advantage of it, joining his friend in stretching out, looking completely relaxed now for once. He too breathed in the fragrance of the fire, finding it to be rather soothing for some reason he couldn't quite explain. He was quite looking forward to receiving Elle's letter. In one way or another, she had been on his mind every single day since he'd last seen her in Naples. Seven months ago... he thought. A lot of water's passed under the bridge since them. Won't she be glad to have me write back to her and hear how much I've changed!
He sighed peacefully, tail curling around his footpaws again. To anybeast who knew the rodent well, this was a clear sign that he was either in a state of deep relaxation or ready to fall asleep. He was planning to stave off slumber for as long as he possibly could, though: as he'd said previously, he had plans. "Well, I've been thinking about a few things... sometimes about Elle. I miss her terribly, you know, and I can't really explain why. She was just great to see. I didn't mind her being quiet - because as you know, back then I was even worse than that - but when she spoke it was always because she had something to say. First impressions count for a lot, of course, and I don't think I'll ever forget her. I'm looking forward to seeing her letter!," he exclaimed.
He cleared his throat a little before speaking again. "I've also been thinking about our first year on the ship quite a lot lately, and you know, as funny as it might sound, often I have trouble believing that all this is happening to me. Honestly, Caden - if you'd told me when we boarded the Agamemnon last April that we'd end up experiencing all the things we have, I'd scarcely have believed you!," he admitted, smiling at his marten friend.
The field mouse yawned again, blushing slightly. "Oops... sorry about that, mate. Can't really help it at this hour of the day; you know what they say about old habits. As I was saying, though, sometimes, when I think about everything we've done, I'm at a loss for words. I never thought my life would be transformed so completely, as it has been. Hell, I never even thought I'd have any friends at all. If I wasn't here with you... who knows what might have become of me," he couldn't help but comment. He'd left his old life behind, but if he hadn't seen Caden and Elle that night in Whistleminster, he might never have joined up at all. "I've said it before, mate, and I'll say it again: the fact that I saw you there at the palace... you did more to convince me to join than anybeast else possibly could have."
The mouse swallowed. "Even the presence of Ladorak didn't have as much of an effect on me as you did... and on that note... I... well, now I think of him as almost like a father to me." His blush deepened; Caden surely mustn't have been expecting him to say that. Carrow knew how HE felt about the stoat Captain, but he'd never admitted how he saw him, until now that is.
"I just love the fact that he's able to make time for us like this... listen to us and help us with our problems whenever he can." A certain thought made Carrow chuckle slightly. "He's the prominent father figure in my life... and Archie's the mother. A stoat and a weasel, heheh." He smiled. "I wonder, Caden, do you ever get that feeling? Do you ever think about how wonderfully unlikely this all seemed to us a year ago, and what it's become to us now? Sometimes I wonder if I should pinch myself to make sure it's not all a dream, and that at any moment I'll wake up and be back home in Welkin. It's... it's the best thing that's ever happened to me."
Slight tears entered his eyes now. Things like this had been going around in his head for a while, but now that they were all finally making sense to him, and now that he could piece them together, he found simply thinking of them to be quite moving. "I never thought I'd have others that'd care about me like this... friends that mean everything to me..." He sighed again, this time sounding even more content. "Sometimes I struggle to put how I feel about you, Elliot and Selvis into words, I have to admit that. Sorry if this seems overly sentimental or anything, but that's just how I feel." Wiping a paw across his eyes, he smiled once more. "How lucky I am to even be here!" In more ways than one. If things had gone differently... if Archie hadn't pulled me out of school before it was too late... would I even be alive? "And as for you? How has it all been for you? Is it anything like you imagined it would be? If it's not, why?," he asked his companion.
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Post by bookity101 on May 2, 2011 22:54:39 GMT -5
Elle smiled a little at Carrow's words, but couldn't help but worry a little about what the mouse would think or say when she told him, but she had to tell him. There was no way around it any more. Especially not when she could see Selvis choking on her "name" every time he said it. Hopefully telling Carrow would clear everything up with the elder stripling...
"Yeah. Jal Rivers was a bit of a surprise." Elle tilted her head upwards at the tall weasel, wondering how she wanted to go about this and decided for rather direct; it was getting late and it had been a long day. Plus she had been noticing something being... different about him for a while now... and it was bugging her.
"Selvis, is there something on your mind? You've been distracted lately. Are you ok?"
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Post by Ladorak on May 3, 2011 16:19:43 GMT -5
Caden listened with his eyes closed, his chest moving up and down as the mouse spoke to him. He briefly wondered if the mouse had a liking for Elle that went beyond just friendship, but of course, it would be silly. No reason to get jealous, as the species difference was just too great.
"It's alright." he said, cracking a pink eye upon hearing Carrow yawn. "I'm probably going to head to bed myself here soon. Long day after all. Just hoping that whatever Selvis has to say isn't too lengthy." the albino said, letting a tired smile spread across his features.
Forgiving the mouse his yawn, the albino let him continue on with his words, closing his eyes again to simply listen. Ladorak was brought up, and the marten furrowed his brow a little, having been completely caught by surprise on Carrow's admission of how he viewed Ladorak.
At first, he felt just the slightest twinge of threat. It was only his old survival instincts kicking in. His whole "protect what you have" mentality. But instead, he quieted his inner rumblings, and continued to listen with a silent, pensive look on his features. It was restful, contemplative, and almost serene.
"Well... he is like a father to the younger ones on the ship." Caden admitted. "I was always told there were two kinds of Captains... the fatherly ones, who looked out for the younger crew, and the tyrants, who cared not if you were young or old, your treatment was the same authoritarian style regardless. So yes..." he trailed off, letting the mouse press on. He might've said more, but honestly wasn't sure how any of it would come out.
He smiled though, as Carrow stated how lucky he was to be here. You got that a lot on a happy ship. How fortunate you were to be serving in the proudest tradition in Welkin and not being stuck back on land.
"Hmmmmmm." he said, letting out a long breath. "Well." here he opened his eyes again, and looked up at the mouse. "I'd say it's way more than I expected. I was intimidated at first, but very excited all the same. I remember that first day. Boarding the Agamemnon, and not being sure if I'd ever see Welkin's shores again. It was frightening... but at the same time a little exhilarating. Seeing us sailing out with the fleet..."
"And now" he continued. "Now it's just become so familiar to me. It's my life now. I don't think I'd have much of a life to go back to on land, so to me, this is my life. My career. To become a Captain like Ladorak." He lifted his eyes to the stars. "Advance myself over time. I'd say that's how I feel. It is a part of me now. My life story." he said, scratching his chest with his paw, ruffling his shirt as he did so.
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Post by spender on May 4, 2011 4:14:48 GMT -5
Something grunted in the darkness behind Caden and Carrow. A shadow loomed.
It was only Keinruf, coming from Ladorak's tent, having delivered a report of his whereabouts—the pine marten had been gone all day without explanation.
Stepping around the log, he hunkered down, one paw outstretched to the fire, warming himself. His other arm curled tightly to his chest, and snuggled comfortably in the crook of his paw was a small bird, cooing in its sleep.
Keinruf swayed back and forth a little, eyes flickering, and yawned. He fell backwards onto his rump and sat there, slumping over. He blinked, jerking awake again, and glanced at the striplings.
"Don't mind me," he said. He waved vaguely at the other campfires. "Sailors and soldiers... all drinkink... can't breat' anywhere else..." He coughed. The bird peeped in alarm, and he stroked it back to silence and stared into the fire.
"What a shame," Molly murmured. "He's going to miss some great times. All this wilderness—such a refreshing change of pace from all the ports we've been to. A nice walk in the woods, or down the beach behind the rocks... could be a very romantic evening for two mustelids..."
Her eyes glittered with pointed mirth. Molly was still determined to play matchmaker and see to it that Miri and Monty hooked up—no matter what the detective said about some lemming floozy he'd met in Florence. It just boggled her mind: a weasel and a lemming? Weren't weasels supposed to eat lemmings in the old, wild days?
"So what did you lug up here to go with that wine?"
"Umm..." Molly rustled in her bag. "A hatched... two dirks... oh, here's a biscuit—oh, no, it's stale." She stared down at something in the bottom of the bag, then swiftly closed it up. Her expression was carefully blank. "I thought someone else was bringing food!
"Anyway, I was thinking. After the siege, I wanted to bring Tally to the city and kind of shop around... a kind of jill's day out. But apparently there are other jills from the ship..." She raised an eye-whisker, as if challenging Miri to confess she knew about them as well. "The ferret, Peskers. And..." She leaned closer, whispering now. "'Elliot' is really Elle! So I think I'd like to invite them both to come along. Would you like to come, help me keep an eye on them all? And maybe we can convince Zephyr... although getting that stoat to act like a proper jill for a day is probably harder than getting half these jacks to do the same."
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Post by Carrow on May 5, 2011 10:26:44 GMT -5
"That day is one I will never forget for the rest of my life," Carrow added, smiling now as his own memories of the day they had departed came flooding back to him. He had specifically asked Archie not to accompany him to the dock and wave him off when he eventually did leave, because he had been quite certain it would have been too much to take. He wouldn't have wanted to start crying in front of his friends... and particularly not in front of Spender. In fact, he was sure that if he HAD done so the ferret would never have let him live it down. "Inside, I was terrified. I was really trying my hardest to keep all those feelings down and focus on the positives, and it worked. Yes, that will definitely stay with me," he murmured.
He smiled, listening to his companion speak. "You're certainly ambitious, mate, though I'm not particularly surprised. Why, if as you say, this is such a big part of your life, wouldn't you want to go as far as you can? I wish you the very best of luck with that. As for me, I'd be content with whatever I could get. I've learned a lot about ship life over the last year, but I'll shoot for eventual Quartermaster and I'd say that'll be it for me. I could never imagine myself as anything more than that... particularly not in a commanding position. I'm not cut out for that sort of thing, by my own admission. I have a hard time picturing myself in a position like that. YOU, on the other paw!," he exclaimed, smiling and patting his marten friend's paw. "You're suited to it. In fact, I look up to you and see you as the leader of this group."
The mouse was about to say more when the aforementioned grunt startled him. He started, his reaction almost rabbit-like, tensing a little. If he wasn't so tired and in such good company he might have chosen to bolt. Glancing anxiously behind him, the rodent calmed down when he realised it was indeed only Keinruf - but only slightly. There had been a gut feeling within him about the scruffy-looking marten earlier, but since he had been focused on other things he hadn't really noticed it though. Now, the sky was darkening around them, and Carrow had always thought unexpected noises - and suspicious-looking characters - were quite a bit more unsettling in the dark...
He nodded hesitantly at Keinruf, but that was all the mouse did to acknowledge his presence for the moment. He said for the two friends 'not to mind him', but Carrow couldn't help but feel slightly irritated by the mustelid's presence. Here he was, trying to have a good talk with his best friend, and Keinruf, whether he knew it or not, was intruding, though Carrow would never have voiced these thoughts. Just looking at him made the field mouse feel skittish. Had the appearance been any bit more sudden, Carrow, anxious by nature, may well have gone into a state of trance brought on by the shock of it - what he had heard being referred by some foreign visitors to his home a few years back as 'going tharn' - becoming quite literally paralysed by anxiety or fear. Working to steady himself, he turned his gaze back to Caden. "I'd always wondered whether you had plans to follow in Ladorak's pawsteps. Now I know. Just imagining any of us reaching our goals like that... it literally takes my breath away sometimes."
Just then, he noticed just what it was Keinruf was cradling in his paw. Instantly, the sympathetic wood mouse's curiosity was aroused, and he called softly across to the older marten. "Is that... a bird, Jal Wright?," he asked, almost incredulously, scarcely able to believe a creature like him had a sensitive side. "Where did you find it?," he enquired, watching from afar as he stroked it, tenderly and gently, back into sleep. Carrow had a soft spot for that kind of treatment - as anybeast close to him was aware - and he kept an eye on the little bird out of the corner of his eye, well able to listen to both his friend and Keinruf at the same time. "Do you ever think about the future like that? I try not to most of the time... when I used to I was always worried about it. Not anymore though. I look forward to it now more than anything else."
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Selvis nodded, unable to play anything down, especially not this late in the evening. "Is there something on my mind, Elliot?," he repeated, deciding to play it safe and use the beech marten's false name even though it sometimes literally pained him to do so. Indeed, a look of slight anoyance once again crossed his face when he said it. "You're quite perceptive... yes there is, though I'm not surprrised you noticed or anything. It's not really something I've been able to hide. I'm just..." He sighed, wringing his paws anxiously. "Just concerned about certain things. It's not anything to do with this siege, before you ask. We're here now and it's not going to go away so I'll just do what I can to help out."
Despite his worries, the weasel smiled. He liked doing that: doing whatever he could to help out. It was when he ws unable to act that he unravelled, as all of his friends had seen in the wake of the Tunis incident. He'd almost come apart completely, and would have if not for Caden and Carrow making their best efforts to lift him out of his depression. "I'm not even worried about it. There's no sense in letting what may or may not occur affect me anymore, I realise that now. All the same... this letter, here, it's been burning a hole in my pocket for two months and I'm nervous about opening it."
He patted his right pocket where the document was stowed; being right-pawed, it would make things easier for the mustelid to reach it when the time came.He neglected to take it out... neglected to glance again at the address written neatly on the front of the envelope... neglected to note the style of paw-writing. For now, he remained oblivious of something he had failed to notice when pawed the letter by Carrow back in February. "All the same, I know I have to do it tonight because neither is there any sense in putting it off any longer. You're here, Caden's here, Carrow's here..." He took a deep breath. "Whatever news it is that I have to deal with, you'll all help me with doing that, I'm sure of it. It'll be the last thing I do tonight before I turn in, I reckon. Thanks for your concern," the longtail said softly, smiling. "Now, is there anything else you wanted to talk to me about?"
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