Sheltered from the storm (open)

[Mista P]

The Spring of Cold Breezes was in full force upon the forest of Mossflower and the Abbey of Redwall. The spring flowers were taking a little longer to bloom because of the breezes, but the plentiful rain made them flourish with life when they did.

Today it was one of those rainy days. It was not a heavy rain, but it was hard enough that all of the Abbey beasts were told to say inside. Asmara Nimblepaw didn't mind. She couldn't hear well out in storms anyway.

The general population of the abbey-dwellers were up in the Great Hall having a poetry contest of sorts. Asmara declined from joining the festive events and dismissed herself to the quiet Cavern Hole. Every abbey-beast in one room, all laughing and causing noise? No thanks!

The Cavern Hole was peaceful as Asmara sat upon one of the moss-covered ledges next to the fireplace. She could hear the fire pop and crackle as it warmed her mahogany fur. The sounds bounced around the empty room giving the fire a funny echo, but Asmara didn't mind.

Adjusting her embroidered gown, Asmara settled down to continue her work upon the hand loom she had placed upon her lap. From what Asmara could feel with her sensitive paws, it was turning out to be a bold blue handkerchief with a hawk on it, but who knows? She thought to herself as her fingers fluttered in and around the threads, weaving delicate patterns.

Asmara's ears twitched. Somebeast was coming down the Cavern Hole steps. Turning her blind eyes, covered by their blindfold, Asmara struggled to figure out who was there. She could hear the creature's pawsteps, but she couldn't smell anything for she sat to close to the fire; all she could smell was wood-smoke.

Inwardly berating herself for not being able to decipher who the new creature was, Asmara gently called out. "Alright, who's out there? I know your by the stairs." After not hearing a response, Asmara tried again. "I'm not going to bite you, you know. You can come closer and save a blind Sable the trouble of having to go over there and find out who you are."

[Grath]

"Alright, who's out there? I know your by the stairs." After not hearing a response, Asmara tried again. "I'm not going to bite you, you know. You can come closer and save a blind Sable the trouble of having to go over there and find out who you are."

Enon paused by the foot of the stairs, surprised. Finally, after the sable called out again, she came forward. "Ah'm sorry, miss. Ye just surprised me, didn't know ye could hear me walk."

The black squirrel took a chair across from the blind sable, sinking into it with a grateful sigh. She hadn't missed the blindfold, though Cavern Hole was rather dim due to the creep of the storm-dark. The Great Hall, on the other paw, was well lit with fires and torches and song.

Enon sat there silently, revelling in the silence. At least if she had to share the peace with somebeast it was a quiet somebeast.

[Mista P]

((Ooc: Not one of my most descriptive works, but it'll do... I hope..))

"Ah'm sorry, miss. Ye just surprised me, didn't know ye could hear me walk."

Asmara chuckled softly. "Most beasts don't think I can do alot of things! So don't worry, your not alone. "

As Asmara continued to weave the handkerchief, she listened to the female voice who had spoken walk over to the seat across from her and sit down with a grateful sigh.

Smiling politely Asmara tried to make her question sound not as awkward as she felt having to ask it. "I'm sorry about asking this, but who are you? I don't mean to be rude, I just can't see you like other creatures can.." Wow, this is nerve racking. Asmara thought ho herself as she waited for a response.

After a few moments of silence besides the occasional crackle from the flames and the rub of thread upon thread as the handkerchief began to take up most of the hand-loom, Asmara struck up a conversation with the visitor. For although Asmara enjoyed the quiet, she was not a total recluse.

"So did you come down here to be rid of the noise as well? I personally don't mind the poetry contests, many of the ballads preformed are quite beautiful in fact, but all the noise created by everybeast messes with my depth perception. Plus..it's always so peaceful down here...a great place to let go.."

[Grath]

"I'm sorry about asking this, but who are you? I don't mean to be rude, I just can't see you like other creatures can.."

“Enon McKie.” The squirrel replied in her deep voice, rather hoarse at the moment. She rubbed her forehead, then scratched behind an ear as the motion reminded a bite that it itched.

"So did you come down here to be rid of the noise as well? I personally don't mind the poetry contests, many of the ballads preformed are quite beautiful in fact, but all the noise created by everybeast messes with my depth perception. Plus..it's always so peaceful down here...a great place to let go.."

Enon opened her good eye, peering across the gloom at her neighbor. She’d just been contemplating her latest adventure, the latest battle, the nearest chaos. “I just got here…” She paused, then continued. “I’m not terribly fond o’ crowds though, wot!”

[Mista P]

“Enon McKie.”

"Enon?...Lovely name. I'm Asmara Nimblepaw." Asmara said with a smile.

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“I just got here…”

"Ooh? Where did you come from? I've never really ever left the Abbey." She chuckled to herself as her paws fluttered and fluttered over her loom. "I couldn't be able see where I was going anyways."

[/i]“I’m not terribly fond o’ crowds though, wot!”

"Oh, me either! That claustrophobic feeling and all the noise? No, no, no. I'd much rather be down here." Asmara replied. Her tail twitched back and forth gently making a swishing sound upon the stone floors. The fire crackled and flickered, filling the entire Cavern Hole with shadows and light.

[Grath]

"Enon?...Lovely name. I'm Asmara Nimblepaw."

Enon shot her companion an unseen look of surprise, none had said that about her name before. Unique, occasionally. Unusual, definitely. Dark, even. But lovely? Not once.

"Ooh? Where did you come from? I've never really ever left the Abbey." She chuckled to herself as her paws fluttered and fluttered over her loom. "I couldn't be able see where I was going anyways."

Why did firelight bring one to such a contemplative mood? It was an enduring mystery, one that the back of Enon’s mind mused over as her main attention was paid to old memories and her companion. She smiled slightly, the highly hyper face of Eastpaw crossing her mind. How easily he hid his true nature behind jokes and grins.

“Oh, I’ve just been wandering.” She felt her spirits being pulled down again, as she remembered the reason the Varildes all hid, her mind sliding from one tragedy to a battle to near-death. Her experiences had colored her lifestyle, molded her into what she was.

[Mista P]

“Oh, I’ve just been wandering.”

Asmara listened carefully as Enon replied with her voice reflecting her damping spirits. Her ears twitched as she thought carefully about her reply. A wanderer, alone......

When you wander, you have no home. You have no place to call your own and feel safe. Something is always new and someone is always after you. Friends can be eternally faithful, but bonds can break easier than they are made. One rub the wrong way and a new enemy is created. Enemies follow you, shadows are always around you, and death waits around every corner...

Here at the Abbey, Asmara truly didn't know how Enon felt, but something deep inside her made Asmara shiver.

Trying to shake the feeling, Asmara paused in weaving her handkerchief and ran a paw over it's threads. The Hawk's head and upper torso with wing tips were completed. The rest of the body wasn't finished.

Speaking gently Asmara continued to talk. "Hawks are beautiful creatures. Misunderstood, but very beautiful. They are very territorial and are deadly weapons in a battle. I have heard so many stories of hawks that fight until their last breath is forced from their beaks. But in those stories they were fiercely loyal creatures, and good friends."

Chuckling again to herself, Asmara lifted the loom abit off her lap. "How do you think his hawk is turning out? I tried my best, but I'm not sure I have the eyes right."