Disclaimer: All right. . . I'll put this here just in case you are somebody
who starts stories on their second chapters.I own nothing but Tammia
Windfur. . . and the room she sleeps in. . . I think. All else belongs to
Brian Jacques!
Several weeks later. . .
Tammia has come across a large path a few days earlier. Figuring that it must lead somewhere, she had followed it. But the young squirrelmaid was running dangerously low on food, and she wasn't fairing much better with her water supply.
Night was beginning to fall. 'This road has to lead somewhere. . .' she thought to herself. 'It must! Who would build a road that lead nowhere? And this road has been used. . . recently.' The path had been beaten down over the seasons by the force of many paws.
'I'll just go a little further. . .'she thought wearily. It had been a long day. Then Tammia saw it, around a bend in the road. It was a large building made completely out of red stone.
The squirrelmaid picked up her pace and was soon at the gates of the red building. She stood for a moment, just staring in awe at the how large it was. Then she knocked on the huge doors.
Night had fully fallen now, and nobeast answered. A soft rain began to fall. The squirrelmaid was just about to knock again when one of the doors slowly opened to reveal the face of a sleepy-looking ottermaid.
Tammia tried to think of something to say when to otter saw her, and seemed to snap awake. "Why hello, young squirrel. This is no night to be outside roaming Mossflower! Come in, come in." And with that, the ottermaid ushered Tammia in out of the rain.
"Welcome to our abbey. I am Mhera, mother abbess of Redwall." Tammia's eyes widened. She was being welcomed in like an old friend by the leader of the abbey!
"I am Tammia Windfur, a wanderer," The squirrelmaid said as she gave a curtsey, introducing herself. But her movements where clumsy, due to her skin flaps, and she was hindered by her now-soaking cloak.
Mhera smiled warmly at the young squirrelmaid. "I assume you are hungry? I'm afraid we've already had our evening meal, but I'm sure that there's some leftover food in the kitchens, if our resident hare, Boorab, hasn't eaten it all. . ."
Soon the two arrived at the kitchens. It was empty of all creatures save an old ottermum, taking some scones out of an oven.
"Mother," the abbess called. "I have a hungry squirrelmaid here. . ." Mhera didn't have to say anything else, for the ottermum smiled gleefully at Tammia and handed her one of the scones.
"You can go to bed, Mhera. I'll feed this squirrel 'till she bursts!" When the abbess had left, the ottermum piled a plate high with flans, scones and pasties and handed it to the young squirredmaid. With a polite, but shy "Thank-you", Tammia began eating the food hungrily.
As she ate, the ottermum introduced herself. "I'm Filorn, one of the cooks here at Redwall. What's your name? And, if I may ask, what kind of squirrel are you?"
Filorn was inclined to ask. The young squirrelmaid before her didn't look like any of the squirrels that she had seen. With her cinnamon-brown fur, and a relatively flat tail, Tammia did look quite odd.
The squirrelmaid had just finished her meal, so she told Filorn about herself. "I am Tammia Windfur. I've been wandering for a season or two now. As for my species, I am a flying squirr -"
"Flying squirrel? I say, young thingumy, did you say flying, wot? Never heard of a bally flying squirrel, eh?" Standing in the doorway to the kitchens was a rather plump hare, dressed queerly in jester's garb.
"Hush, Boorab!" Filorn scolded. "Don't interrupt! If you're hungry, there's some extra flans in that cupboard, there." Apparently, the ottermum enjoyed feeding anybeast. "You were saying, Tammia?"
"Well," she said shyly. "I'm a flying squirrel- "
"Flying, wot?" Boorab interrupted again. Filorn tweaked one of the hare's ears. "Shush!"
"We don't actually fly, you know." The squirrelmaid said hurriedly, before Boorab could interrupt again. "We glide. That's why we prefer to be called gliding squirrels. . ." Tammia yawned widely.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Filorn said. "You must be tired. Come with me, and I'll find you a room to sleep in. We can talk tomorrow. . ." Tammia nodded gratefully as she was lead to a room with a small straw pallet. As soon as Filorn left, the young squirrelmaid curled up into a bal of fur on the bed, and immediately fell into a dreamless sleep.
~Well, how'd you like it? I'm still working out some kinks in the general story.(**Random Passing Person: *snorts* Some story) Grr. . . That was uncalled for! It's going to be a good story. . . I hope. (Random Passing Person: Sure, whatever you say. *leaves*) Well, anyways, please review!~
**Another disclaimer. The Random Passing Person was originally written by my sister, x-silver-saffire-x, and is used with her permission. (Random Passing Person: You can't think of any original ideas, can you?) Be quiet! *mutters incoherent threats*
Several weeks later. . .
Tammia has come across a large path a few days earlier. Figuring that it must lead somewhere, she had followed it. But the young squirrelmaid was running dangerously low on food, and she wasn't fairing much better with her water supply.
Night was beginning to fall. 'This road has to lead somewhere. . .' she thought to herself. 'It must! Who would build a road that lead nowhere? And this road has been used. . . recently.' The path had been beaten down over the seasons by the force of many paws.
'I'll just go a little further. . .'she thought wearily. It had been a long day. Then Tammia saw it, around a bend in the road. It was a large building made completely out of red stone.
The squirrelmaid picked up her pace and was soon at the gates of the red building. She stood for a moment, just staring in awe at the how large it was. Then she knocked on the huge doors.
Night had fully fallen now, and nobeast answered. A soft rain began to fall. The squirrelmaid was just about to knock again when one of the doors slowly opened to reveal the face of a sleepy-looking ottermaid.
Tammia tried to think of something to say when to otter saw her, and seemed to snap awake. "Why hello, young squirrel. This is no night to be outside roaming Mossflower! Come in, come in." And with that, the ottermaid ushered Tammia in out of the rain.
"Welcome to our abbey. I am Mhera, mother abbess of Redwall." Tammia's eyes widened. She was being welcomed in like an old friend by the leader of the abbey!
"I am Tammia Windfur, a wanderer," The squirrelmaid said as she gave a curtsey, introducing herself. But her movements where clumsy, due to her skin flaps, and she was hindered by her now-soaking cloak.
Mhera smiled warmly at the young squirrelmaid. "I assume you are hungry? I'm afraid we've already had our evening meal, but I'm sure that there's some leftover food in the kitchens, if our resident hare, Boorab, hasn't eaten it all. . ."
Soon the two arrived at the kitchens. It was empty of all creatures save an old ottermum, taking some scones out of an oven.
"Mother," the abbess called. "I have a hungry squirrelmaid here. . ." Mhera didn't have to say anything else, for the ottermum smiled gleefully at Tammia and handed her one of the scones.
"You can go to bed, Mhera. I'll feed this squirrel 'till she bursts!" When the abbess had left, the ottermum piled a plate high with flans, scones and pasties and handed it to the young squirredmaid. With a polite, but shy "Thank-you", Tammia began eating the food hungrily.
As she ate, the ottermum introduced herself. "I'm Filorn, one of the cooks here at Redwall. What's your name? And, if I may ask, what kind of squirrel are you?"
Filorn was inclined to ask. The young squirrelmaid before her didn't look like any of the squirrels that she had seen. With her cinnamon-brown fur, and a relatively flat tail, Tammia did look quite odd.
The squirrelmaid had just finished her meal, so she told Filorn about herself. "I am Tammia Windfur. I've been wandering for a season or two now. As for my species, I am a flying squirr -"
"Flying squirrel? I say, young thingumy, did you say flying, wot? Never heard of a bally flying squirrel, eh?" Standing in the doorway to the kitchens was a rather plump hare, dressed queerly in jester's garb.
"Hush, Boorab!" Filorn scolded. "Don't interrupt! If you're hungry, there's some extra flans in that cupboard, there." Apparently, the ottermum enjoyed feeding anybeast. "You were saying, Tammia?"
"Well," she said shyly. "I'm a flying squirrel- "
"Flying, wot?" Boorab interrupted again. Filorn tweaked one of the hare's ears. "Shush!"
"We don't actually fly, you know." The squirrelmaid said hurriedly, before Boorab could interrupt again. "We glide. That's why we prefer to be called gliding squirrels. . ." Tammia yawned widely.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Filorn said. "You must be tired. Come with me, and I'll find you a room to sleep in. We can talk tomorrow. . ." Tammia nodded gratefully as she was lead to a room with a small straw pallet. As soon as Filorn left, the young squirrelmaid curled up into a bal of fur on the bed, and immediately fell into a dreamless sleep.
~Well, how'd you like it? I'm still working out some kinks in the general story.(**Random Passing Person: *snorts* Some story) Grr. . . That was uncalled for! It's going to be a good story. . . I hope. (Random Passing Person: Sure, whatever you say. *leaves*) Well, anyways, please review!~
**Another disclaimer. The Random Passing Person was originally written by my sister, x-silver-saffire-x, and is used with her permission. (Random Passing Person: You can't think of any original ideas, can you?) Be quiet! *mutters incoherent threats*