Post by jujubes on Aug 2, 2010 19:21:00 GMT -5
It was a bright day, the warm, golden glow of the sun caressing the earth below as a strong, hot breeze pushed outwards from the distant forest. The powdery blue sky was filled with large, cottony cumulus clouds, drifting slowly along in the high reaches above, and providing momentary shade to those upon the ground, of which there were few. The raucous caws of seabirds out feeding on the main could be heard from the shore, adding to the comforting dullness of the day. A dull day was a rare and delightful occasion for the dark-furred ottermaid who made her way slowly, steadily through the sands, towards the distant mountain fortress.
Tallone Stormwake was her name; a towering ebony creature with lovely emerald-hued eyes, she made for a breathtaking, if somewhat dour, creature. With a contented from on her muzzle, the able-bodied maid continued onward, striving for her goal: Salamandastron. The hulking mountain stronghold, home of Fighting Hares and Badger Lords; it was like home to her, matched only by the sea, and Redwall Abbey. Now, with her previous place of employ listing sullenly against the reef which had breached its hull, she had returned, perhaps to stay a day, a week, or a season: as long as her old friends and mentors could stand her.
She was not far off from the mountain, a few hours more, when she stopped for a brief rest, reclining in the shaded lee of a large stone boulder as she sipped sparingly from her canteen. Outwardly, she reflected a calm indifference to all about her; inwardly, she was strung out tight as a bowstring. She was not alone…
Tallone Stormwake was her name; a towering ebony creature with lovely emerald-hued eyes, she made for a breathtaking, if somewhat dour, creature. With a contented from on her muzzle, the able-bodied maid continued onward, striving for her goal: Salamandastron. The hulking mountain stronghold, home of Fighting Hares and Badger Lords; it was like home to her, matched only by the sea, and Redwall Abbey. Now, with her previous place of employ listing sullenly against the reef which had breached its hull, she had returned, perhaps to stay a day, a week, or a season: as long as her old friends and mentors could stand her.
She was not far off from the mountain, a few hours more, when she stopped for a brief rest, reclining in the shaded lee of a large stone boulder as she sipped sparingly from her canteen. Outwardly, she reflected a calm indifference to all about her; inwardly, she was strung out tight as a bowstring. She was not alone…