Author's Notes:
Hello again! I'm so sorry I haven't posted for awhile... okay for a long while. I'll try to post sooner this time. I haven't been writing that much because the next semester started in school and I don't have a study hall anymore. I used to write my fanfic in that class, but now the only free time I have is on weekends... So sorry. Thanks so much for waiting! Here's chapter 2!
Chapter 2
"I wonder if she's all right..." Myst wondered aloud as she and her friends stood outside the Infirmary door. Soon, Mother Armaine came out the door and gave them an update on the strange mouse.
"She'll be all right, we just have to clean her up and let her rest. I'm sorry, but you can't come in until tomorrow."
With that, she closed the door, the curious young ones on the other side.
"Awww... I wanted to see 'er," Snoof whined, disappointed.
"Stop your whining. We can come back tomorrow. Let's go down to the feast!" Myst suggested.
~~*~
"I'm sorry liddle 'uns, the feast is being postponed 'til tomorrow." Friar Dormet was putting away dishes and storing away foods. "But would you kindly help out with the cleaning up? I could use some extra paws."
"Sure," the group said all at once. They looked around the kitchen. Mother Willow was helping Sister Syfiny put away the dishes. Foremole and his crew were rolling barrels of October Ale, Strawberry Cordial, Apple Cider, and Camomile Tea into the wine cellar. Tual was under a table, leading a crew of dibbuns to a giant plate of fruit tarts that were left out unsupervised.
"What should we do, Friar?" asked Myst.
"Well...Could you help scrub the countertops? They need to be spotless by tomorrow." he answered. Myst, Snoof, and Iden frowned and groaned. Scrubbing was the most hated job in all of Redwall.
"Fine then. If you don't want to scrub, then you don't want to work. Go help mother Armaine in the Infirmary. She needs you more than I do. You can't help out much without scrubbing. Hmph. don't want to scrub, ridiculous! Why when I was a lad..."
The three helpers snuck away before he was finished. Friar Dormet was well known for his long, boring childhood stories.
"We can see the liddle mousey girl!" Myst cried, happily.
They reached the Infirmary in record time. They creaked open the door, slowly and nervously.
"I thought I told you you couldn't see her 'till tomorrow!" The very angry voice of Mother Armaine rose from the inside. Iden pushed Snoof in front of him. Snoof pushed Myst in front of him. Myst scrambled to get in the back before she had to face the angry badger mother. She failed.
"What do you want?" Mother Armaine asked, with a softer voice this time.
"F-Friar Dormet sent us here t-to help out...please," Myst stuttered.
"Oh! Thank you! Coming, please come in, I'm sorry I frightened you. I have such a nasty temper," the Mother answered. "I need some help. Thank you for coming. I shouldn't have gotten mad, it's just that so many dibbuns keep running in, messing everything up. I have been in a bad mood with them, lately. I'm sorry."
"That's all right. As long as we can help take care of the mousemaid." Snoof said.
"Do we'm gitt terr see 'ur?" Iden asked.
"Yes, you can see her. You'll have to help me take care of her. Snoof, could you go in that far-left cabinet and get me some aloe and lemon balm?" Snoof nodded and ran off to do her bidding.
"Ummm... Iden, could you wet this cloth with rose water?" Iden nodded and took the cloth.
"Where's thurr roseywaturr?" Iden asked.
"In the lower cabinet. The blue one. Yes, that's it."
"What should I do, marm?" Myst asked, eagerly.
"Myst, you come with me," Mother Armaine told her. "Iden, Snoof, meet us in here when you're done," She led Myst into a different room. Inside were the albino mouse, sleeping, and Brother Vance, the Abbey's recorder.
"Hello, Vance," Myst said politely, curtseying.
"Good evening, little one," he replied, nodding his head.
"Brother Vance is here to record the mouse's memories. Skipper could tell she was troubled, so he called for Brother Vance to record what she knew." Mother Armaine answered the question that Myst was about to ask her.
"What do you mean? What's wrong?" Snoof asked. He and Iden were at the door with their supplies. Mother Armaine took the cloth and placed it on the weak mouse's forehead.
"The poor mouse wasn't hurt by simply tripping over a tree branch. It's much more serious than that. A weasel named Shieth tortured her. That's all we know now, but we'll find out more when the mouse wakes up.
"What's zurr name?" Iden asked.
"We don't know yet, she was only conscious for a little while.
"What can we do for her?" asked Myst.
"Well, let's see... could you three go outside. Tell Skipper I gave you permission to go outside the abbey gates at night. Walk left, close to the gate, and outside the gate, near the wall is a cluster of snowdrop flowers. Collect two baskets full for me, would you?" Mother Armaine asked.
"Sure!" answered the group, all at once.
"Here, give this to Skipper. That way he'll know you got my permission," added Mother Armaine as she handed Iden a wooden spoon. There were vines painted along the handle, surrounding a red capital letter A at the top.
"Make sure you bring it back to me!" she called as the three young Redwallers ran out the door. "And bring a torch for light!"
"Yes, marm!"
°°°
"Skipper, sir?" Myst called up to the sleeping otter.
"Skipper sir, Skipper sir!" Snoof mocked, with a snotty accent. Myst slapped him upside the head.
"Hee hee hee..."
"Skipper zurr?" Iden called while Myst and Snoof fought.
"Huh...Somebeast calling me?" The Skipper of Otters finally woke up, rubbing his head after Myst had thrown a chestnut at him.
"Yess zurr. Muther Armaine sendz uzins. Wurr picken flowurrs. for 'er." He showed Skipper the spoon. "Could we'm git thru?" Skipper took the spoon, eyeing the trio.
"Of course, go on," he opened the gate for them and waved them out. The gate shut behind them.
"Thankee zurr!" shouted Iden. Snoof looked around.
"Now where are these flowers..."
Author's Notes:
Hey peeps! You glad I posted? I hope you like it so far. Please review! Now excuse me, I have to get to writing. Love ya! *Smooches*
Hello again! I'm so sorry I haven't posted for awhile... okay for a long while. I'll try to post sooner this time. I haven't been writing that much because the next semester started in school and I don't have a study hall anymore. I used to write my fanfic in that class, but now the only free time I have is on weekends... So sorry. Thanks so much for waiting! Here's chapter 2!
Chapter 2
"I wonder if she's all right..." Myst wondered aloud as she and her friends stood outside the Infirmary door. Soon, Mother Armaine came out the door and gave them an update on the strange mouse.
"She'll be all right, we just have to clean her up and let her rest. I'm sorry, but you can't come in until tomorrow."
With that, she closed the door, the curious young ones on the other side.
"Awww... I wanted to see 'er," Snoof whined, disappointed.
"Stop your whining. We can come back tomorrow. Let's go down to the feast!" Myst suggested.
~~*~
"I'm sorry liddle 'uns, the feast is being postponed 'til tomorrow." Friar Dormet was putting away dishes and storing away foods. "But would you kindly help out with the cleaning up? I could use some extra paws."
"Sure," the group said all at once. They looked around the kitchen. Mother Willow was helping Sister Syfiny put away the dishes. Foremole and his crew were rolling barrels of October Ale, Strawberry Cordial, Apple Cider, and Camomile Tea into the wine cellar. Tual was under a table, leading a crew of dibbuns to a giant plate of fruit tarts that were left out unsupervised.
"What should we do, Friar?" asked Myst.
"Well...Could you help scrub the countertops? They need to be spotless by tomorrow." he answered. Myst, Snoof, and Iden frowned and groaned. Scrubbing was the most hated job in all of Redwall.
"Fine then. If you don't want to scrub, then you don't want to work. Go help mother Armaine in the Infirmary. She needs you more than I do. You can't help out much without scrubbing. Hmph. don't want to scrub, ridiculous! Why when I was a lad..."
The three helpers snuck away before he was finished. Friar Dormet was well known for his long, boring childhood stories.
"We can see the liddle mousey girl!" Myst cried, happily.
They reached the Infirmary in record time. They creaked open the door, slowly and nervously.
"I thought I told you you couldn't see her 'till tomorrow!" The very angry voice of Mother Armaine rose from the inside. Iden pushed Snoof in front of him. Snoof pushed Myst in front of him. Myst scrambled to get in the back before she had to face the angry badger mother. She failed.
"What do you want?" Mother Armaine asked, with a softer voice this time.
"F-Friar Dormet sent us here t-to help out...please," Myst stuttered.
"Oh! Thank you! Coming, please come in, I'm sorry I frightened you. I have such a nasty temper," the Mother answered. "I need some help. Thank you for coming. I shouldn't have gotten mad, it's just that so many dibbuns keep running in, messing everything up. I have been in a bad mood with them, lately. I'm sorry."
"That's all right. As long as we can help take care of the mousemaid." Snoof said.
"Do we'm gitt terr see 'ur?" Iden asked.
"Yes, you can see her. You'll have to help me take care of her. Snoof, could you go in that far-left cabinet and get me some aloe and lemon balm?" Snoof nodded and ran off to do her bidding.
"Ummm... Iden, could you wet this cloth with rose water?" Iden nodded and took the cloth.
"Where's thurr roseywaturr?" Iden asked.
"In the lower cabinet. The blue one. Yes, that's it."
"What should I do, marm?" Myst asked, eagerly.
"Myst, you come with me," Mother Armaine told her. "Iden, Snoof, meet us in here when you're done," She led Myst into a different room. Inside were the albino mouse, sleeping, and Brother Vance, the Abbey's recorder.
"Hello, Vance," Myst said politely, curtseying.
"Good evening, little one," he replied, nodding his head.
"Brother Vance is here to record the mouse's memories. Skipper could tell she was troubled, so he called for Brother Vance to record what she knew." Mother Armaine answered the question that Myst was about to ask her.
"What do you mean? What's wrong?" Snoof asked. He and Iden were at the door with their supplies. Mother Armaine took the cloth and placed it on the weak mouse's forehead.
"The poor mouse wasn't hurt by simply tripping over a tree branch. It's much more serious than that. A weasel named Shieth tortured her. That's all we know now, but we'll find out more when the mouse wakes up.
"What's zurr name?" Iden asked.
"We don't know yet, she was only conscious for a little while.
"What can we do for her?" asked Myst.
"Well, let's see... could you three go outside. Tell Skipper I gave you permission to go outside the abbey gates at night. Walk left, close to the gate, and outside the gate, near the wall is a cluster of snowdrop flowers. Collect two baskets full for me, would you?" Mother Armaine asked.
"Sure!" answered the group, all at once.
"Here, give this to Skipper. That way he'll know you got my permission," added Mother Armaine as she handed Iden a wooden spoon. There were vines painted along the handle, surrounding a red capital letter A at the top.
"Make sure you bring it back to me!" she called as the three young Redwallers ran out the door. "And bring a torch for light!"
"Yes, marm!"
°°°
"Skipper, sir?" Myst called up to the sleeping otter.
"Skipper sir, Skipper sir!" Snoof mocked, with a snotty accent. Myst slapped him upside the head.
"Hee hee hee..."
"Skipper zurr?" Iden called while Myst and Snoof fought.
"Huh...Somebeast calling me?" The Skipper of Otters finally woke up, rubbing his head after Myst had thrown a chestnut at him.
"Yess zurr. Muther Armaine sendz uzins. Wurr picken flowurrs. for 'er." He showed Skipper the spoon. "Could we'm git thru?" Skipper took the spoon, eyeing the trio.
"Of course, go on," he opened the gate for them and waved them out. The gate shut behind them.
"Thankee zurr!" shouted Iden. Snoof looked around.
"Now where are these flowers..."
Author's Notes:
Hey peeps! You glad I posted? I hope you like it so far. Please review! Now excuse me, I have to get to writing. Love ya! *Smooches*