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~Yay! Third Chapter! And I have. . . *runs and checks reviews* One! Thank you, Silvaqua Veris, for taking the time to review! :D Anyway, on with the story!~
Tammia woke up the next morning as a ray of sunlight fell across her face from the small window in her room. Not wanting to get up, she lay there, in the warm sunlight. A peaceful silence surrounded her.
The squirrelmaid could hear paw-steps coming down the hallway outside, then a knock on the door. She got up from her bed swiftly and went over to answer the door.
An squirrelmaid, not much older than Tammia herself, was standing there. "Good morning!" The squirrel in the hall said cheerfully. "A good morning it is," Tammia replied just as cheerfully, if a bit shyly.
The other squirrelmaid smiled brightly at her. "Mother abbess sent me to wake you up and take you down for breakfast. We're having it out on the lawn. I'm Roseabel, recorder of Redwall." Tammia smiled back at the enthusiastic squirrelmaid.
"Pleased to meet you, Roseabel. Half a moment. . . I've just got to get my cloak." Cloaks where just about the only garment that Gliding squirrels could wear; tunics and smocks got in the way of their skin flaps, when they could actually get one onto their bodies. Tammia quickly fastened the long cloak around her shoulders and hurried back to Roseabel in the hall.
The other squirrelmaid was chatty in comparison to Tammia's quiet shyness, but this suited the wanderer well, as she wanted to learn more about the abbey of which she was now a resident, if only a temporary one.
Roseabel chattered on about some warrior mouse named Martin, his sword, and many past abbots and abbesses, not to mention past abbey warriors. When Tammia asked her how she could remember all of that history, Roseabel told her in a confiding tone, "It's my duty as recorder to know such things."
When they arrived on the lawn outside, where breakfast was being held, Tammia could not help but stare in wonder at everybeast. She had never seen before such a collection of beasts. There where mice, hedgehogs, squirrels, moles, otters, and even a few shrews here and there. They were of all ages; from the smallest dibbun mole to an elderly old mouse. Tammia couldn't keep her eyes still.
Roseabel was pointing out a few creatures to her charge. "That strong looking otter there is our abbey warrior, Deyna. He's Abbess Mhera's brother. Oh! And that mouse sitting beside him is our master of music, Nimbalo. That old mouse there, he's old Hoarg the gatekeeper. Drogg Cellarhog, right there, he brews the best October Ale you'd ever hope to taste. . . but don't tell his assistant, Alkanet, that."
Roseabel rattled off names to the squirrelmaid as she led Tammia to a seat next to some older squirrels. The recorder introduced them. "Tammia, this is my mother and father, Fwirl and Broggle." The squirrelmaid bobbed her head politely in greeting to the two older squirrels, and dug right into a heartening breakfast.
The squirrelmaid kept glancing at the stunningly beautiful Fwirl. 'She looks so familiar. . .'Tammia she thought to herself. She couldn't put her paw on it, but there was something that she recognized in Fwirl's face.
After breakfast, Roseabel dragged her off for a walk on the ramparts. "You can see everything from up here. . ." Tammia commented quietly to the abbey recorder.
They where soon joined by Boorab the Fool. After a few quick greetings, ("Spiffin day, eh gels?"), the three continued walking across the ramparts. It was peaceful, and silent up there, if a bit windy. However, that silence was soon shattered by the terrified cries of dibbuns.
The three quickly hurried to a group of tearful abbeybabes, just down the wall a ways. "I say, you chaps, why have you turned on the bally waterfalls, wot?" A young hogbabe spoke up. "Wes was playin' up 'ere, an Trey said he could climb d'highest, an 'es down dere!" With that, the hogbabe leaned over the wall and pointed his chubby paw.
Tammia spotted a young mouse hanging several feet below; a long way to fall to the ground. He was barely hanging on to a small outward jutting ledge in the stonework of the wall. Worse, the wind was picking up, threatening to toss the mousebabe like a leaf down to the ground, where he would land harder than one.
The others where at a loss. Tammia, however, knew what she now must do. "Boorab," she said quietly to the hare. "You know last night you wanted to know what I meant by Gliding squirrel?" The squirrelmaid said this as she was climbing up onto the battlement.
"Why yes, m'gel, but wot to you mean by that, eh, wot?" The wind suddenly blew Trey from his hold on the wall, and with a shrill scream that attracted the other abbeybeasts inside, the dibbun was blown with the wind, heading dangerously fast towards the trees.
Without replying Boorab, Tammia launched herself from the battlement, spreading her fore-limbs as she did so. Her skin flaps caught in the wind, and with deft movements of her flat tail, the squirrelmaid directed herself towards the mousebabe. They entered the trees, still at the mercy of the wind. Trey was seconds from the ground when Tammia grabbed him out of the air and rolled onto the ground.
Trey was unharmed, if a bit shaken.
Tammia was not so lucky.
~Cliffhanger! This is my way of saying that I need more reviews. . . I want at least a few more before I get out the next chapter. Please? *sounds desperate*~
~Yay! Third Chapter! And I have. . . *runs and checks reviews* One! Thank you, Silvaqua Veris, for taking the time to review! :D Anyway, on with the story!~
Tammia woke up the next morning as a ray of sunlight fell across her face from the small window in her room. Not wanting to get up, she lay there, in the warm sunlight. A peaceful silence surrounded her.
The squirrelmaid could hear paw-steps coming down the hallway outside, then a knock on the door. She got up from her bed swiftly and went over to answer the door.
An squirrelmaid, not much older than Tammia herself, was standing there. "Good morning!" The squirrel in the hall said cheerfully. "A good morning it is," Tammia replied just as cheerfully, if a bit shyly.
The other squirrelmaid smiled brightly at her. "Mother abbess sent me to wake you up and take you down for breakfast. We're having it out on the lawn. I'm Roseabel, recorder of Redwall." Tammia smiled back at the enthusiastic squirrelmaid.
"Pleased to meet you, Roseabel. Half a moment. . . I've just got to get my cloak." Cloaks where just about the only garment that Gliding squirrels could wear; tunics and smocks got in the way of their skin flaps, when they could actually get one onto their bodies. Tammia quickly fastened the long cloak around her shoulders and hurried back to Roseabel in the hall.
The other squirrelmaid was chatty in comparison to Tammia's quiet shyness, but this suited the wanderer well, as she wanted to learn more about the abbey of which she was now a resident, if only a temporary one.
Roseabel chattered on about some warrior mouse named Martin, his sword, and many past abbots and abbesses, not to mention past abbey warriors. When Tammia asked her how she could remember all of that history, Roseabel told her in a confiding tone, "It's my duty as recorder to know such things."
When they arrived on the lawn outside, where breakfast was being held, Tammia could not help but stare in wonder at everybeast. She had never seen before such a collection of beasts. There where mice, hedgehogs, squirrels, moles, otters, and even a few shrews here and there. They were of all ages; from the smallest dibbun mole to an elderly old mouse. Tammia couldn't keep her eyes still.
Roseabel was pointing out a few creatures to her charge. "That strong looking otter there is our abbey warrior, Deyna. He's Abbess Mhera's brother. Oh! And that mouse sitting beside him is our master of music, Nimbalo. That old mouse there, he's old Hoarg the gatekeeper. Drogg Cellarhog, right there, he brews the best October Ale you'd ever hope to taste. . . but don't tell his assistant, Alkanet, that."
Roseabel rattled off names to the squirrelmaid as she led Tammia to a seat next to some older squirrels. The recorder introduced them. "Tammia, this is my mother and father, Fwirl and Broggle." The squirrelmaid bobbed her head politely in greeting to the two older squirrels, and dug right into a heartening breakfast.
The squirrelmaid kept glancing at the stunningly beautiful Fwirl. 'She looks so familiar. . .'Tammia she thought to herself. She couldn't put her paw on it, but there was something that she recognized in Fwirl's face.
After breakfast, Roseabel dragged her off for a walk on the ramparts. "You can see everything from up here. . ." Tammia commented quietly to the abbey recorder.
They where soon joined by Boorab the Fool. After a few quick greetings, ("Spiffin day, eh gels?"), the three continued walking across the ramparts. It was peaceful, and silent up there, if a bit windy. However, that silence was soon shattered by the terrified cries of dibbuns.
The three quickly hurried to a group of tearful abbeybabes, just down the wall a ways. "I say, you chaps, why have you turned on the bally waterfalls, wot?" A young hogbabe spoke up. "Wes was playin' up 'ere, an Trey said he could climb d'highest, an 'es down dere!" With that, the hogbabe leaned over the wall and pointed his chubby paw.
Tammia spotted a young mouse hanging several feet below; a long way to fall to the ground. He was barely hanging on to a small outward jutting ledge in the stonework of the wall. Worse, the wind was picking up, threatening to toss the mousebabe like a leaf down to the ground, where he would land harder than one.
The others where at a loss. Tammia, however, knew what she now must do. "Boorab," she said quietly to the hare. "You know last night you wanted to know what I meant by Gliding squirrel?" The squirrelmaid said this as she was climbing up onto the battlement.
"Why yes, m'gel, but wot to you mean by that, eh, wot?" The wind suddenly blew Trey from his hold on the wall, and with a shrill scream that attracted the other abbeybeasts inside, the dibbun was blown with the wind, heading dangerously fast towards the trees.
Without replying Boorab, Tammia launched herself from the battlement, spreading her fore-limbs as she did so. Her skin flaps caught in the wind, and with deft movements of her flat tail, the squirrelmaid directed herself towards the mousebabe. They entered the trees, still at the mercy of the wind. Trey was seconds from the ground when Tammia grabbed him out of the air and rolled onto the ground.
Trey was unharmed, if a bit shaken.
Tammia was not so lucky.
~Cliffhanger! This is my way of saying that I need more reviews. . . I want at least a few more before I get out the next chapter. Please? *sounds desperate*~