Searching
Dandin woke in a cold sweat, something was wrong, he just knew it. He instinctively searched around for Mariel, not seeing her, he immediately started to worry, what if
she was injured? Or even worse, killed...he let out a soft sight, dreading the thought about life without her. That day, he did not move camp, allowing Mariel some sort of chance to find him "just in case" he thought to himself "there's no sense in leaving her somewhere alone…" he sighed once again and leaned back against the trunk of a tree, his eyes half closed, waiting as if expecting her to walk into the camp any moment, waiting, for a chance to hug her and tell her how worried he'd been. Waiting, for a chance to finally tell her just how much he cared…
Benjamin was a simple otter who lived both by himself and off the land, he awoke to a promising day, it had stopped snowing during the night and the sun was out, a perfect day to check his nets, he whistled happily as he headed out the door towards the stream by his home which was a branch off of the main river that flowed not too far from there. Picking up the end of the net which net which was tied to a tree, he started pulling it in "hmm.." he thought out loud to himself "seems a lot 'eavier today...must've caught a bunch of the buggers..." and continued to pull in the net, gasping, he nearly dropped the net with sock as he saw what was in there...the the body of a torn and worn mousemaid, tangled in the net along with the fish and shrimp. After carefully pulling the net onto the bank, Ben gently untangled the mouse maid's unconscious body from the net lifting her gently into his arms as he carried her back to his cabin.
*****
When Mariel awoke, she was lying on an old, worn out couch, she looked around, do find Ben hovering over her, putting a wet piece of cloth on her forehead as he mended her cuts, bruises and wounds. Mariel immediately tried to sit up, her head throbbing in pain, Ben merely pushed her back down to a lying position "easy there, jest relax matey, ye're safe" Mariel looked up at the otter and spoke, only managing a low, husky whisper "where am I?" Ben continued to wrap her arm as he spoke "ye're about a quarter of a day's march from the Great south stream, ye'll need to say here for a bit to recover" Mariel simply nodded, closing her eyes again. Letting her mind wander, her thoughts hovered around that of Dandin, hoping fervently that wherever he was, that he'd stay safe, she yawned and allowed herself to fall asleep as Ben dressed her wounds.
Dandin did not sleep, he spent the whole night awake worrying, blaming himself for not looking after her, he cursed his bad temper as he once again tried to sleep, this time he succeeded. A thick mist covered his dream, Martin the warrior stepped out from the inner most part of the mist, Martin spoke, his voice low and urging "Dandin, listen to me, and listen well..." Dandin nodded
"Dandin, you must find your heart's desire, do not let her out of your sight. Where a snake begins, find thy desire, go now, turn thou, due, find the son of my right hand and you will find thy desire..."
Martin's figure slowly disappeared into the mist, leaving Dandin dreaming peacefully well into the noontide hours.
AN: hmmm...I little shorter than I expected, though it turned out nicely...oh yeah, I almost forgot...I do not own Mariel, Dandin, Mosflower woods and the great south stream, Brian Jacques does...Ben's mine though...
*Hint* Son of my right hand, is somthing translated from Hebrew */Hint*
Dandin woke in a cold sweat, something was wrong, he just knew it. He instinctively searched around for Mariel, not seeing her, he immediately started to worry, what if
she was injured? Or even worse, killed...he let out a soft sight, dreading the thought about life without her. That day, he did not move camp, allowing Mariel some sort of chance to find him "just in case" he thought to himself "there's no sense in leaving her somewhere alone…" he sighed once again and leaned back against the trunk of a tree, his eyes half closed, waiting as if expecting her to walk into the camp any moment, waiting, for a chance to hug her and tell her how worried he'd been. Waiting, for a chance to finally tell her just how much he cared…
Benjamin was a simple otter who lived both by himself and off the land, he awoke to a promising day, it had stopped snowing during the night and the sun was out, a perfect day to check his nets, he whistled happily as he headed out the door towards the stream by his home which was a branch off of the main river that flowed not too far from there. Picking up the end of the net which net which was tied to a tree, he started pulling it in "hmm.." he thought out loud to himself "seems a lot 'eavier today...must've caught a bunch of the buggers..." and continued to pull in the net, gasping, he nearly dropped the net with sock as he saw what was in there...the the body of a torn and worn mousemaid, tangled in the net along with the fish and shrimp. After carefully pulling the net onto the bank, Ben gently untangled the mouse maid's unconscious body from the net lifting her gently into his arms as he carried her back to his cabin.
*****
When Mariel awoke, she was lying on an old, worn out couch, she looked around, do find Ben hovering over her, putting a wet piece of cloth on her forehead as he mended her cuts, bruises and wounds. Mariel immediately tried to sit up, her head throbbing in pain, Ben merely pushed her back down to a lying position "easy there, jest relax matey, ye're safe" Mariel looked up at the otter and spoke, only managing a low, husky whisper "where am I?" Ben continued to wrap her arm as he spoke "ye're about a quarter of a day's march from the Great south stream, ye'll need to say here for a bit to recover" Mariel simply nodded, closing her eyes again. Letting her mind wander, her thoughts hovered around that of Dandin, hoping fervently that wherever he was, that he'd stay safe, she yawned and allowed herself to fall asleep as Ben dressed her wounds.
Dandin did not sleep, he spent the whole night awake worrying, blaming himself for not looking after her, he cursed his bad temper as he once again tried to sleep, this time he succeeded. A thick mist covered his dream, Martin the warrior stepped out from the inner most part of the mist, Martin spoke, his voice low and urging "Dandin, listen to me, and listen well..." Dandin nodded
"Dandin, you must find your heart's desire, do not let her out of your sight. Where a snake begins, find thy desire, go now, turn thou, due, find the son of my right hand and you will find thy desire..."
Martin's figure slowly disappeared into the mist, leaving Dandin dreaming peacefully well into the noontide hours.
AN: hmmm...I little shorter than I expected, though it turned out nicely...oh yeah, I almost forgot...I do not own Mariel, Dandin, Mosflower woods and the great south stream, Brian Jacques does...Ben's mine though...
*Hint* Son of my right hand, is somthing translated from Hebrew */Hint*