Alright, PH, you said you were writing this whilst eating sugar, but I didn't expect THIS. Please let it be known here and now that I wrote nothing of this chapter. Any and all sugar-induced randomness belongs to PH, and this isn't even all of it. I... "helped" her make it less random, but still...
aww.. comon! it can't be that bad.. looks down ok.. maybe it could.. but.. a bag of pure sugar hearts with creepy lovey dovey sayings on them at 11PM will do this to a person... anyways.. enjoy!"Confounded bloke, dissapearin' on the battle scene, wot wot. Nary a trace where he jolly well went, I can't bally conceive how good the varmints b'came at coverin' their tracks. Oh blast it all, who knows where they went?! So what does Lord Badgerthing do? He sends the best scouts inland to find 'is son and tell any gennelbeast a warnin' 'bout wot's happenin' on the coast. Jolly ho! Wot's this: otter tracks? Fresh too! Must be on their way back from their reunion, prime target for info I say, wot wot. I wonder if they have any scoff…"
At this the hare made her way quickly to the source of the tracks: a large group of otters headed South. At the head were three burly otters laughing and discussing random trinkets of information.
One of the otters was a skipper surely, the way everyone looked up to him, another one was a big size as well, and also seemed to be highly esteemed, the third held a walking stick with a slightly ragged tunic on him.
Seeing that these were the people she wanted to talk to, the hare quietly snuck out of the bushes and joined alongside the third otter, folding down her ears. She casually walked alongside them waiting to be noticed, then tapped the third on his shoulder and spoke up.
"Confoundedly slow you blokes are! A pretty maid is over here listenin' to your every word an' you just continue walkin' on!"
The second otter looked to the first.
"Lookie here Jamin! we gots ourselves a hare! Care to tell us more about yourself missy?"
She considered this for a moment, and then looked up brightly.
"Why sure! You fellows seem nice enough, though, I must warn you, I ain't 'ere on the pleasantest of reason, wot wot. The Jolly head of mount's git got blinking gitnapped! Little Lord Skyborne, son of Lord Sunstripe and Lady Ceyla. And I, Second lieutenant of the Long Patrol, Jovira Heftypaw, was sent to these parts to ask anyone if they have seen the young Lord, and if they haven't to keep an eye out for a young badger."
The otters looked at each other, saddened by this unfortunate news from the mountain Salamandastron
"I'm sorry miss Jovira, but we have not, in fact, seen any badger in our travels as of recent, but we shall be sure to keep an eye out for him, right Rapp, Matt?" Nods were given from the other two otters, along with a confirming yup or salute.
"Well then, I thankee kindly, I must be going then! I hope to see you blokes some other time!"
She started off, but before she could get far, a deep voice called out to her.
"Why missie, you're not going to skip out on a supper with us truly? That would be very unsociable behavior!"
Rapp grinned at the effect his words had on her, she stopped and looked back around slowly.
"Sup you say? Well… I suppose I could stay for a tick… but then I really must be off."
"Yes, but of course!"
At this they continued walking, Jovira in tow. Any coversation started would end up centered around her.
Later that evening showed many otters and a lone hare gathered around a large bonfire; food was passed all around, stopping when it reached the long eared intruder.
"So where are y'all heading?" The hare asked after finally seeming to slow down from her crazed feast.
"We're going down South, back to Southsward, then we split up. Skip's going towards the coast while I go farther inland, an' this 'ere feller is going where'er 'e wants!" Rapp told her, at the end of his reply, she looked toward Matt, who he was pointing to.
"Wherever you want to eh? So what do you do?"
"I'm a traveling warrior, side cook. I basically just wander around an' look for som'thin't' keep me interested," he replied nonchalantly.
"Oh, soun's exciting, say chaps 'n' chapesses, how about a song?"
Then without any reply she broke out in a lively chorus.
When I was a levret
I sat on a knee
The knee of me pater
Who'd tell stories to me.
Then one dark and stormy night
I went upon his lap
He said he had a story for me
That I should get it down pat.
He started off, slow then fast
Of a little blue fish
The story of Maylay
Who couldn't wish
It was a sad, tragic tale
Of a fish who couldn't make up her mind
She was indecisive, and not to bright
Until one day, she found quite a find.
She looked to the locket
So pretty and clean
Not one scratch
It had perfect sheen.
She brought it home, to find it alive
It offered one wish, she asked it so kind
'please make me decisive'
She pled for a time.
She swam back home
Telling her tale
And none belived her
So she left to wail.
So set in her ways
She didn't see
The trap that was set
By the fishers of the sea.
Jovira bowed to her audience, and then sat back down to make up for lost time in making a large dent in the food table. If she had taken the bother to look around she would spot a sea of blinking, confused faces, only to be followed by such a loud ruckus, that their laughter could be heard throughout the woods. Then, looking up she saw the moon in the middle of the sky.
"Cheeky blighters," she muttered, "keeping a poor maid like me here for so long. They know our weaknesses. Well… I must prepare to leave. Maybe I'll take that pie with me, as payment for their foul deed…"
She walked back to the others with a contemplative look on her face; finally she decided to take the pie.
"Alright you mangy blaggards! I'm leaving and I'm taking the pie! And there's nothin' you can do about it!"
The otters looked back and forth between each other and laughed, scheming to keep her there for as long as possible.
"Okay missie, but first I gotta intraduce ya to me son, he's allus wanted to meet a hare!"
"Well.. I suppose I could stay for just a tick longer. I'd better grab some cordial to help me along. Getting rather tired doncha know, show me to the rascal."
Soon after she met with Tyde and his friends, and that excitement was followed by her drifting out during a conversation about the quality of fishing nets.
Jovira stretched as she got up. Wiping crumbs off her whiskers she looked around, surprised to find herself surrounded by otters.
"Wot in the blinkin' name of the good lord Sunstripe happened?"
Then the events of the previous day came back to her and, startled, she looked to the sky to find the sun, as though he was laughing at her, shining down brightly. She turned white as a dibbun about to get a bath.
"OH NO!! I'm late! I'm late! For a very important relay!"
She bounced up and took off running, only after quickly gathering her belongings which were oddly strewn about camp. Her last thought as she bounded off was, 'I should have grabbed that pie…'
And anyone who doesn't do the Rivenwood roleplaying game would not realize how PH has inserted herself into the story. She has got to be the most blonde hare I've ever read about. --shudder-- Never again, PH. --grin--
I'll take that as a complement??? maybe.. looks around umm.. you're more than welcome to review on my randomness.. oh, and Matt is HaloEver's character he won. umm. hope it's not too bad.. Review pleases!!!!Billios' chappy will be up soonish!!