A Moody Moment in the Attic

[Prankster101]

(( If the first person to post would be a welcomed Redwaller, it would be prefered. Just so Travi can have his mopey day. I'm not mopey ;D, but that's beside the point.))

The howling wind gusted across the tops of the trees in Mossflower.The driving rain came in torrents as the relentless storm pushed from West to East across the land. The lighting creating some of the only light and the thunder the only sound.
Today was not the day to be outside at Redwall Abbey, as some of the fresh vegetables and fruit out in the garden was thrown about tin the wind and the fish hiding deep in the Abbey Pond.

So everybeast was kept inside, even the figiting Dibbuns. They did not appreciate being inside on days like this so these days were the days that they miss behave the most. And one of the most miss behaved is normally Travi. Stormy days are his best days to create havoc and mischief.

But today, Travi could not be found. He was not anywhere. He wasn't in the kitchens stealing food, he wasn't in the Cavern Hole greasing the floor, he wasn't in the Cellars mixing drinks, and he wasn't in the infirmary switching the labels on the jars. This played on everybeasts nerves. Where was he? Was he planning something so big that it couldn't be seen? Was he hurt and unable to call for help?

So, naturally, the entire Abbey was out looking for him. Looking in the closets, the dorms, anywhere anybeast could possibly hide they were looking. Travi didn't care. Today he wanted to be lost....

Travi was up in the attics. Sitting by a small window watching the rain fall. Occasionally lightning would flash and illuminate the room. It was covered completely in dust. Replacement window panes stood solemnly in a corner while the rest of the room was littered with old pieces of furniture covered in rags and piles of old books and maybe a musty cabent or two.

He sat next to the window watching the rain pound on the glass pane. His face hard and his eyes soft and sad. He held his knees in his arms, his rudder swooshing gentle around in the thick layer of dust on the floor. A tear creased down his crusty face, but he whipped it away as he heard someone opening the squeaky old door to the attic. He kept his face toward the window, his gaze watching the heavy rain, hoping that the visitor would just go away.

[Glavon]

The door cracked slowly open.

Now, Griffin Slatetail was rarely found inside-but today the entire force of the Redwallers was searching for a certain Travioso Trueflight, and evidently the Keeper of the Grounds, who really had no knowledge of the inside of Redwall, had decided to explore the attic.

He'd had to walk in from the Gatehouse and was now sopping wet and dripping water over everything he touched. Most likely, some dibbun would come up the stairs, slip on the water, and fall back down, possibly breaking some bones, but he wasn't paying any attention to that.

The mouse cleared his throat audibly as he saw Travi in the corner.

"Travioso! We've been looking all over for you, you terrified the entire population of Redwall, and..."

Griffin trailed off as he saw a tear drip from the otter's eye.

"What's wrong, Travi?"

[Prankster101]

Travi continued to watch the window as he heard the door creek open. He listened to the shuffled foot paws and the dripping water. He continued to ignore the creature as it saw him and began to berate him.

"Travioso! We've been looking all over for you, you terrified the entire population of Redwall, and..."

Travi looked down at his paws. He really didn't want to get yelled at now...he wasn't in the mood. Lightning flashed out side the window and lighting up the Abbey Lawn. Why did Griffin Slatetail have to be here now? Why couldn't he be outside, locked in the gatehouse or something...he just wanted to be left alone. Of course he terrified the entire Abbey! He was a nusence..nobody cared..nobody....Another tear streaked down his cheek, and he quickly whipped it away in hopes that Griffin didn't see.

"What's wrong, Travi?"

Travi looked away into the window, but not really looking at anything. He replied in a scratchy voice full to the brim of emotion that he tried to conceal.

"Notiin'......*sigh*..Jus' ga away mate..jus'...ga away......."

[Glavon]

Notiin'......*sigh*..Jus' ga away mate..jus'...ga away.......

Griffin frowned. "Ya know, when ye say that, Travi...it makes us know there's somethin' goin' on, matey." The mouse already had a shrewd idea of what it was; the killing of the four beasts the previous night by the stoat and weasel. The mouse stepped forward before leaning on the side of the wall.

"Lissen. If I know why you're like this...an' I have a pretty shrewd idea...I jus' want ta say that ye 'ave ta let go of the past sometime. I know tis natural ta be thinkin' 'bout things long past...but ya 'ave ta let 'em go at somepoint."

[Prankster101]

"Ya know, when ye say that, Travi...it makes us know there's somethin' goin' on, matey. Lissen. If I know why you're like this...an' I have a pretty shrewd idea...I jus' want ta say that ye 'ave ta let go of the past sometime. I know tis natural ta be thinkin' 'bout things long past...but ya 'ave ta let 'em go at somepoint."


Travi jumped up, disturbing the dust and sending a bunch into the air. His eyes full of pain and sorrow. They glittered a deep emerald green as the counseled tears tried to escape. His fists were clenched at his sides as he pointed at Griffin and almost roared at him in voice that cracked with emotion.

"No! No!.....Ye dan't know w'ats a goin' on!.....Na un e'er knows!...Ye be a sayin' "let ga o' da past!"...Well ye dan't knaw!...Ye can't let a go o' da past w'en dat's all ye gots left!"

Travi tied to continue, but his emotions got the best of him and he sat down on the floor. The rain continued to beat upon the roof and the little window as the storm raged on outside. Whipped out with emotion Travi buried his head in his knees, trying to hold back the tears...