Post by Ashstripe on Dec 3, 2009 17:53:43 GMT -5
Day and night ceased to matter in the stone recesses of Salamandastron, for in the Infirmary the only light was the perpetual flickering of torches that lined the walls. There were a variety of reasons for the Infirmary being placed so far from the sun, both tactical and for petty reasons alike - the primary logic that the more purist members of the Long Patrol would like to believe was that a lack of windows prevented stray fire from injurying the already injured. The other hares said it was to stop the sunlight from hitting the hung over patients.
As the day began to draw it's final breaths and the healers began to administer their final treatments for the relatively few patients that sparsely occupied the simple beds that lined the wall, a small skinny paw slammed upon the wooden doors, shattering the picture of serenity.
It was Breeze.
The knocking was just a formality to the eccentric hare, a polite gesture that was enough to silence those whom would call him rude but still regard him as different. As no sooner than had his fist met the wood did the wood slam into the stone, never being one to be kept waiting he strode in shortly afterwards, his would be patient in tow.
His face was the definition of excitement, his brown eyes holding a dancing spark that leapt from pupil to pupil that seemed to control his whimsical actions, his lips twitched in a restrained gap-toothed grin that stayed as a rogue smile.
"About bloomin' time we found this place! Who's bright idea was it to put th' Infirmary out in th' middle of nowhere eh?" He leant in closely to the nearest healer, until their noses were almost touching, causing the poor hare-maid to shirk back in fear and discomfort.
"No matter!" He said as he straightened himself once more, "H'I've got a patient after all! Wot wot!"
As the day began to draw it's final breaths and the healers began to administer their final treatments for the relatively few patients that sparsely occupied the simple beds that lined the wall, a small skinny paw slammed upon the wooden doors, shattering the picture of serenity.
It was Breeze.
The knocking was just a formality to the eccentric hare, a polite gesture that was enough to silence those whom would call him rude but still regard him as different. As no sooner than had his fist met the wood did the wood slam into the stone, never being one to be kept waiting he strode in shortly afterwards, his would be patient in tow.
His face was the definition of excitement, his brown eyes holding a dancing spark that leapt from pupil to pupil that seemed to control his whimsical actions, his lips twitched in a restrained gap-toothed grin that stayed as a rogue smile.
"About bloomin' time we found this place! Who's bright idea was it to put th' Infirmary out in th' middle of nowhere eh?" He leant in closely to the nearest healer, until their noses were almost touching, causing the poor hare-maid to shirk back in fear and discomfort.
"No matter!" He said as he straightened himself once more, "H'I've got a patient after all! Wot wot!"
