A NOTE from the Author: HEY! IT'S PART TWO! .......Just a reminder, I don't own any of the Redwall characters, just to few that I made up!
Ferdy and Coggs were dumb-founded until Martin threw a paw around each of their shoulders. He explained to them in a whisper and he offered them some meadow-cream and strawberries.
Later that day Martin went with some Dibbuns into the wood to pick some blackberries since they were in season. A small whisper of a breeze slipped past the warrior's ear, tusseling his whiskers. Next to him, he noticed Gonff's nose twitch irritatedly. He slowed his pace to allow Gonfflet the lead, he slowed enough to soon be at the back of the group, along with Bella.
"Bella," he said, "get the Dibbuns back, there's someone here who isn't supposed to be."
"I was just going to say that, matey," replied Gonff, who had appeared on the badger's other side.
"Very well. C'mon, Dibbuns, we're going back to Redwall Abbey." Gonfflet, son of Gonff, was indignant. Like father, like son.
"No! We gunna pick'm burries and we'm gunna eat'm allup! No villyuns like yerself is gunna stop's" Gonfflet picked up a stick and attempted to pass it as a sword, waving it to and fro in the crisp breeze. Bella grunted and picked him up in her huge paw with ease. The rest of the dibbuns followed easily, with their leader being led by his paw.
Gonff whipped out his dagger and Martin nodded, drawing a small belt-knife he was going to use to cut a branch off for planting. Martin gestured for Gonff to follow him, though Gonff was already headed in the direction that both their instincts pointed out. Stalking slowly and silently, the two mice picked their way through the vegetation.
Martin signaled for the thief to wait while he scoped out their situation, who was there, and how many there were. He creeped forward and crouched behind an oak, poking his nose out far enough so he could see the vermin.
But Martin didn't see a vermin. It wasn't a rat, it wasn't a ferret, or stoat, it most definitely was not a fox. It was.....a female mouse. She sat there, lying against a tree as if she knew the territory, as if it were her home, but Martin had never seen her in Mossflower before, and he knew everybeast in Mossflower country, just as everybeast knew him.
Martin crawled back to Gonff, he wasn't going to under-estimate this maiden, his warrior instincts taught him to be wary of everybeast. Gonff saw Martin coming and began following him towards the maid. As they came to the oak that Martin had hid behind they looked out to the beech where she was previously seated. Previously.
Gonff raised an eyebrow at his friend and twitched his whiskers jokingly. Martin sat staring, where was she? His back stiffened, she had saw him. His closed his eyes as he sighed. Gonff's whiskers stood straight out, awaiting the danger. Gonff narrowed his eyes, the fur on the back of his neck stood up. Martin stood erect against the tree trunk, his eyes plastered to his left, where the maid was coming from.
She emerged from the loam, smiling a smile that could melt stone from it's foundations. Martin's whiskers drooped, she seemed so alone, even though she hid it. He caught himself willing her to speak, to hear her voice. The warrior shook himself mentally, he was acting a fool.
"What do you two beasts want in my clearing?" she asked sweeting, interjecting the insult as if it were honey. Martin did admit, he and Gonff looked silly in their dirt-strewn habits, but this maid's tunic was covered in loam and leaves, a twig stuck out from the fur behind her ear. Martin remained the Abbey-mouse he was.
"I don't know of your clearing, all of Mossflower belongs to all the creatures. We are from Redwall Abbey, you are welcome to stay there."
"And bathe there," added Gonff, heavily. Martin tapped his sandal from beneath the habit.
"Please," added the warriormouse, "we will take you there, but first, what is your name?"
"Am I expected to give you my name when you haven't even given your own?" she asked sweetly, Gonff coughed.
"Suspicious," the theif whispered to Martin, Gonff could always be counted on for first impressions. Martin pushed it aside. Surely one so beautiful couldn't be deserving of such suspicion.
"I am Martin," he said, before his campanion could stop him, "and this is Gonff." Gonff gave a curt nod in recognition. Highly unlike him, thought the warriormouse. "Please, accompany us to the Abbey." The maid nodded, and began following.
"You still haven't given us your name," objected Gonff. Again, her smile light of her face, not to mention Martin's eyes. Gonff didn't like it. The maid didn't respond for a second or two. Whatever name she gave, would be false, Gonff concluded.
"Perigold Lubior," was her response. Perigold, thought Martin, how beautiful................
Afterthoughts: don't really, it doesn't get all mushy and junk. Part Three will be coming out soon!
Ferdy and Coggs were dumb-founded until Martin threw a paw around each of their shoulders. He explained to them in a whisper and he offered them some meadow-cream and strawberries.
Later that day Martin went with some Dibbuns into the wood to pick some blackberries since they were in season. A small whisper of a breeze slipped past the warrior's ear, tusseling his whiskers. Next to him, he noticed Gonff's nose twitch irritatedly. He slowed his pace to allow Gonfflet the lead, he slowed enough to soon be at the back of the group, along with Bella.
"Bella," he said, "get the Dibbuns back, there's someone here who isn't supposed to be."
"I was just going to say that, matey," replied Gonff, who had appeared on the badger's other side.
"Very well. C'mon, Dibbuns, we're going back to Redwall Abbey." Gonfflet, son of Gonff, was indignant. Like father, like son.
"No! We gunna pick'm burries and we'm gunna eat'm allup! No villyuns like yerself is gunna stop's" Gonfflet picked up a stick and attempted to pass it as a sword, waving it to and fro in the crisp breeze. Bella grunted and picked him up in her huge paw with ease. The rest of the dibbuns followed easily, with their leader being led by his paw.
Gonff whipped out his dagger and Martin nodded, drawing a small belt-knife he was going to use to cut a branch off for planting. Martin gestured for Gonff to follow him, though Gonff was already headed in the direction that both their instincts pointed out. Stalking slowly and silently, the two mice picked their way through the vegetation.
Martin signaled for the thief to wait while he scoped out their situation, who was there, and how many there were. He creeped forward and crouched behind an oak, poking his nose out far enough so he could see the vermin.
But Martin didn't see a vermin. It wasn't a rat, it wasn't a ferret, or stoat, it most definitely was not a fox. It was.....a female mouse. She sat there, lying against a tree as if she knew the territory, as if it were her home, but Martin had never seen her in Mossflower before, and he knew everybeast in Mossflower country, just as everybeast knew him.
Martin crawled back to Gonff, he wasn't going to under-estimate this maiden, his warrior instincts taught him to be wary of everybeast. Gonff saw Martin coming and began following him towards the maid. As they came to the oak that Martin had hid behind they looked out to the beech where she was previously seated. Previously.
Gonff raised an eyebrow at his friend and twitched his whiskers jokingly. Martin sat staring, where was she? His back stiffened, she had saw him. His closed his eyes as he sighed. Gonff's whiskers stood straight out, awaiting the danger. Gonff narrowed his eyes, the fur on the back of his neck stood up. Martin stood erect against the tree trunk, his eyes plastered to his left, where the maid was coming from.
She emerged from the loam, smiling a smile that could melt stone from it's foundations. Martin's whiskers drooped, she seemed so alone, even though she hid it. He caught himself willing her to speak, to hear her voice. The warrior shook himself mentally, he was acting a fool.
"What do you two beasts want in my clearing?" she asked sweeting, interjecting the insult as if it were honey. Martin did admit, he and Gonff looked silly in their dirt-strewn habits, but this maid's tunic was covered in loam and leaves, a twig stuck out from the fur behind her ear. Martin remained the Abbey-mouse he was.
"I don't know of your clearing, all of Mossflower belongs to all the creatures. We are from Redwall Abbey, you are welcome to stay there."
"And bathe there," added Gonff, heavily. Martin tapped his sandal from beneath the habit.
"Please," added the warriormouse, "we will take you there, but first, what is your name?"
"Am I expected to give you my name when you haven't even given your own?" she asked sweetly, Gonff coughed.
"Suspicious," the theif whispered to Martin, Gonff could always be counted on for first impressions. Martin pushed it aside. Surely one so beautiful couldn't be deserving of such suspicion.
"I am Martin," he said, before his campanion could stop him, "and this is Gonff." Gonff gave a curt nod in recognition. Highly unlike him, thought the warriormouse. "Please, accompany us to the Abbey." The maid nodded, and began following.
"You still haven't given us your name," objected Gonff. Again, her smile light of her face, not to mention Martin's eyes. Gonff didn't like it. The maid didn't respond for a second or two. Whatever name she gave, would be false, Gonff concluded.
"Perigold Lubior," was her response. Perigold, thought Martin, how beautiful................
Afterthoughts: don't really, it doesn't get all mushy and junk. Part Three will be coming out soon!
