Post by Wildrun on Jul 21, 2009 8:49:01 GMT -5
The dust had settled like a thin film of cloth over the support beams and pillars of wood in the upper echelons of the Abbey. Very few sparra ever returned here, and it had been ages since any of the ones living in Mossflower had visited. Of course, Oaklea Wildrun, being unfamiliar with Abbey history, was unaware of this as she slid her way cautiously along a wide beam near the ceiling.
"Don't look down," she gritted through her teeth, inching forward again and not daring to blink. "You wanted to come see what was up here, well, here you are. Up. High up. Not, er, that high up, I bet, just a wuick drop back to the ground...er, not a drop, a jump, yes, a JUMP...but, it'll be easier to judge if you don't look down...so that the shadows on the wall don't confuse you...er, yeah..."
Stop talking to yourself! Oaklea raved to herself in her mind, Do you WANT to fall off this thing!?
Shaking her head vehmently and making a mental note to lay off the candied chesnuts (a note she would studiously ignore), she scooted forward another inch. To her dismay, she felt her paw tinge and loose it's grip, sliding down the bare wood.
"Aip!" Oaklea yelped, scrabbling to reassert her death grip on the beam and freezing in place with her eyes shut. "Grrraaahhhlppp..."
It was more then a groan of self-reproach for ever climbing this high than a plea for assistance (Oaklea being one of those mice who refuses to ask for help unless too lazy to do her own work), but it reached a pair of sympthetic ears anyway.
"Burr, mizzy, if you'm afraid o' ee hoights, wot you'm be a-doing this far oop?" Oaklea's eyes snapped open at the sound of the mole's kindly voice. "Naow that just down't make sense to Oi." The voice chuckled. Oaklea swallowed.
"Er...Yes, I realize it really is a stupid thing to do...but, ya' see, I have a small problem with, uh, moving, at the moment...and I can't see you...could you, uh, please haaaalp mir dowwwnt?" Inhaling deeply through her nose, she tried again. "Please...help me...down...?"
The mole chuckled again, and the sound of digging claws tapping agianst the bottom of Oaklea's beam could be heard. "Hurr hurr hurr, Oi'll 'elp ee daown, mizz, if you'm think you really need eet."
After a moment of frantic breathing, Oaklea just managed to force herself to peer over the beam's edge...into the face of a mole, standing on a spacious platform.
Cavvy Gravspakz, the mole, waved her featherduster at Oaklea cheerily. "Hurm, do ee think ee can get youmself daown naow, mizz? Hurr hurr hurr!"
Oaklea blinked. "...Oh."
"Don't look down," she gritted through her teeth, inching forward again and not daring to blink. "You wanted to come see what was up here, well, here you are. Up. High up. Not, er, that high up, I bet, just a wuick drop back to the ground...er, not a drop, a jump, yes, a JUMP...but, it'll be easier to judge if you don't look down...so that the shadows on the wall don't confuse you...er, yeah..."
Stop talking to yourself! Oaklea raved to herself in her mind, Do you WANT to fall off this thing!?
Shaking her head vehmently and making a mental note to lay off the candied chesnuts (a note she would studiously ignore), she scooted forward another inch. To her dismay, she felt her paw tinge and loose it's grip, sliding down the bare wood.
"Aip!" Oaklea yelped, scrabbling to reassert her death grip on the beam and freezing in place with her eyes shut. "Grrraaahhhlppp..."
It was more then a groan of self-reproach for ever climbing this high than a plea for assistance (Oaklea being one of those mice who refuses to ask for help unless too lazy to do her own work), but it reached a pair of sympthetic ears anyway.
"Burr, mizzy, if you'm afraid o' ee hoights, wot you'm be a-doing this far oop?" Oaklea's eyes snapped open at the sound of the mole's kindly voice. "Naow that just down't make sense to Oi." The voice chuckled. Oaklea swallowed.
"Er...Yes, I realize it really is a stupid thing to do...but, ya' see, I have a small problem with, uh, moving, at the moment...and I can't see you...could you, uh, please haaaalp mir dowwwnt?" Inhaling deeply through her nose, she tried again. "Please...help me...down...?"
The mole chuckled again, and the sound of digging claws tapping agianst the bottom of Oaklea's beam could be heard. "Hurr hurr hurr, Oi'll 'elp ee daown, mizz, if you'm think you really need eet."
After a moment of frantic breathing, Oaklea just managed to force herself to peer over the beam's edge...into the face of a mole, standing on a spacious platform.
Cavvy Gravspakz, the mole, waved her featherduster at Oaklea cheerily. "Hurm, do ee think ee can get youmself daown naow, mizz? Hurr hurr hurr!"
Oaklea blinked. "...Oh."