The Frozen pond: Ice "Skating" Anyone? ((OPEN))

[Rorgus]

Travi leaned heavily on Rorgus. "T'ank ye mate..Really.." He spoke through heavy breaths. "Ah know ah'm just a w'ole lot o' trouble ta deal wit', but ah really appreciate ye doin' dis, Rorgus...An' ah'm sorry dat ah caused all dis..."


Rorgus smiled gently patting Tavi comfortingly on the arm.
" I know you would do the same for me if I were in you conditions mate." He thought for a while, even though he had never experienced the bloodwrath he had a pretty good idea of how it worked.
" It wasn't your fault you know...... you couldn't help what you did then, so why don't you stop blaming yourself for something you couldn't help doing?" He took the last steps carefully, then they came to the infirmary. Rorgus opened the door and helped Travi in, sitting onto the bed.

He walked over to a rocking chair and sat down with a tired sigh.
" Your not a burden matey," he said simply. "That's what friends are for, taking care of you." Then, speaking of friends he wondered where Silenis Wildlough was, what adventures she was having. He hoped she would visit the abbey soon. He missed her, he thought about the adventures the three of them had had together. He looked forward to when Travi got better, and when they could have an adventure together......'

[Prankster101]

Rorgus smiled gently patting Travi comfortingly on the arm. "I know you would do the same for me if I were in you conditions mate."

Travi grimaced as he thought about what Rorgus said. What would he do if the positions were reversed. If Rorgus had the bloodwrath and he was the one without the injuries. Would he be helping Rorgus back up the stairs? He sure hoped he would. But he would never know...

" It wasn't your fault you know...... you couldn't help what you did then, so why don't you stop blaming yourself for something you couldn't help doing?"

Travi winced a bit as he stepped wrong with his bad foot but kept on going. "But Ah s'ouldn't 'ave...Ah s'oulda controlled meaself..." He shook his head as Rorgus helped him take the last few steps slowly. He should have been able to control himself. Oliver can! Why couldn't he? Travi hated being so useless!

As they made it to the landing, Rorgus, still helped Travi along with a slow and steady place. Once they reached the infirmary, Rorgus opened the door and Travi slowly hobbled inside. Rorgus then assisted Travi to the third bed on the right, just under the window. His bed. The bed he had been stuck in for the past season. Travi was being returned back to his bed. Just like a fish out of water. He got out of his bed once, and had to been put back in, struggling to breathe.

Travioso groaned as he sat down on the white sheets. He was cold, his chest hurt, his foot hurt, everything hurt. Taking off his cloak and throwing it on the bed Travi slowly spun around and lifted his bad foot onto the pillow at the foot of his bed and slowly laid back on to his propped up pillows.

He walked over to a rocking chair and sat down with a tired sigh. " Your not a burden matey," he said simply. "That's what friends are for, taking care of you."

"Den 'ow come ah be a fealin' like un'?"Travi replied as he rubbed his chest and stared up at the ceiling above him. The same ceiling he had stared at for a season. Travi draped his arm over his eyes as his headache pulsated.

"Well, well, well? Finally decided to come back Travi ehh?" One of the infirmary keepers, a harvest mouse who was well off in seasons stood at the door, paws cross and footpaw tapping away.

Travi did not even lifted his arm from his eyes to see who the speaker was. He just coughed and groaned.

Sighing, the gray furred harvest mouse, Walt Smallpaw, walked over to Travi's side and picked up the cup on the side table as he talked. "Wasn't really worried when you left, I knew you'd becoming back when you felt too much pain. You know that you aren't ready to be moving around too much."

Walking over to a cabinet, Walt looked over his glasses at Travi. "I sure bet you're feeling the effects aren't you. It's dangerous to miss your medication Travioso." Pouring two liquids into the cup, Walt swirled them around as he continued talking. "While I'm on the subject, thank you Mr. Rorgus for helping Travi up here, I wouldn't have had the strength to help him up here."

Walt approached Travi's bed. "Now, now Travi, lift that arm from your face so you can take this." Travi sighed again and moved him arm, letting it fall to his side. Walt handed the cup to Travi who took it and downed it all in a single gulp them handed the cup back.

Travi was so tired of taking this medication. He was so tired of the pain. He was so tired of bloodwrath. He was so tired of everything....

[Shadow Flame]

Oliver broke out of the trance he was in, the terror in his eyes vanishing and his nerves calming. The big beast accepted by grabbing onto the Foremole's paws back. "Huh? Oh yes.. yes, Mr.Suilfurr, I'm fine, thanks.." He stood up slowly with the mole and took a deep breath.

"So you 'eard all that, eh? I'm sorry, I was just stuck in an episode.. no need to worry 'bout me." Oliver turned his head slowly, looking back to where he had tossed the book before looking forward again. What an awful way to be terrorized; by a story.

"If you don't mind. Mr. Foremole, I 'ave to get back to Travi an' Rorgus. Might you accompany me to the infirmary?"

[Eckolet]

Suilfurr smiled, his velvety face crinkling until his small eyes were almost hidden. "Oi wudd bee deeloighted," he said as he helped Oliver up. "You'm gotten yurself exoited, Mista Oliver. Boi okey, you'm did." Suilfurr was most definitely a honest, if kindly, mole. He looked about the gatehouse, as if expecting to see another creature, and then to Oliver. With the squirrel's paw still firmly clamped in his digging claw, he headed out the gatehouse door and towards the main abbey building, stopping just long enough to allow for Oliver to shut the door again.

The trek back to the abbey took longer than another creature would take, because the Foremole did not like hurrying when it was unnecessary. "You'm bee worried 'bout somfing, Oli?" he asked, using the shortened version of Oliver's name. He only used creature's nicknames when he was feeling especially friendly towards them. Not that he wasn't always friendly. "Jus' commin fin' oi iffen you'm wanna talk." With that, the foremole nodded at Oliver and went back to his normal routine with a crinkled smile on his face.

[Rorgus]

"While I'm on the subject, thank you Mr. Rorgus for helping Travi up here, I wouldn't have had the strength to help him up here."


Rorgus nodded his head to Walt.
"Glad to help," he waited until Walt had left them both in peace to start talking. Then he sighed deeply.
"Infirmary keepers, their all the same. You had probably get some sleep if your headache is getting worse."

After sitting in the chair with the sun beating down on him Rorgus began to feel a little dozy. Soon he was fast asleep in the comfortable arm chair next to Travi's bed.
He wandered off into his dream as he saw his fathers face. He was a child again, he ran to his father's arms. Then there was a fox's face, it was a cruel face. Then he saw his father as he lay dying on the ground. He cried out in agony and rage. He saw his mother and sister, they stood by waving as Rorgus left his home, in search for his fathers killer.

[Prankster101]

"Glad to help,"

Walt nodded as he took care of the glass and washed his paws in the bowl of water that sat by the cupboard. "And I'm thankful that you are." Using his eyes and a brief nod of his head as he washed his paws, Walt motioned toward Travi. "Bit of a pawfull this one."

Travioso let out a single barking laugh as he stared up at the ceiling.

Walt gave him an annoyed look as he dried his hands on a nearby towel. "You, young one, have no place to talk." Walking over to a little desk he picked up the large pile of books and scrolls with a few quills on it.

Walt dropped the pile on to the little table next to Travi, whose eyes were widening as he watched Walt come closer to his bed. "Ahhh no.."

"Aye, young fellow!" Walt looked over his glasses at Travi. "That is all the work you've missed while you were in here. They expect this all to be done before you are given the clean bill of heath, so I expect you should get cracking when you can."

Walt walked to the door. "I've got some more work to attend to, so I'll leave you be. Rorgus, you can stay if you wish, but if I find out there was any trouble...." Walt gives Rorgus a stern look as he opened the door and closed it quietly.

Travi looked at the pile of books and fell back on to his bed with a groan, rubbing his head.

"Infirmary keepers, their all the same. You had probably get some sleep if your headache is getting worse."

Travi looked over at his pile of work and sighed. "Aye...But iffin ah dan't get dat work done..ah'll bea grounded fur a w'ole 'not'er season..."

Reaching over to the pile, Travi pulled out a book, a blank scroll, a quill pen and a bottle of ink. Sighing, Travi propped himself up with his pillow and flipped open the book and began to read.

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The sun was shinning through the windows of the Infirmary causing a warm, soothing atmosphere.

Needless to say, Travi wasn't getting far on his work. In fact, he hadn't done any. The best he had done was learn that he could crumple a scroll into a ball and shoot it into a small waste basket on the other side of the room.

Looking over at Rorgus, Travi watched him sleep. He had been a sleep for a good while. It was ironic, Travi thought. That the one who was in pain couldn't sleep, yet the one who wasn't in pain was sleeping soundly.

Or maybe not...

Hearing strange sounds, Travi looked over at Rorgus. Although it was sleeping, it appeared that he might be having a nightmare or something.

Crumpling up another piece of scroll, Travi tossed it at Rorgus lightly to try and wake up him. "Oy, mate. Wake-up!"

[Rorgus]

"Oy, mate. Wake-up!"

Rorgus felt the piece of paper and woke up suddenly, he looked around then seeing Travi he remembered where he was. He looked curiously at the scrolls Travi had on his bed and the pen in his paw.
" What are ye doin' matey?" He looked at the blank scroll in his lap and chuckled,
" I see you havn't gotten very far. Would you like some help?"

He stood up and stretched, then he decided he wanted something to drink. He trotted down stairs and into the kitchen, then finding some mugs and a flask of strawberry cordial he trotted back up stairs.
Rorgus set the beakers down on the table beside Travi's bed and filled them up, then he sat down on the corner of the bed to see what he was reading.

[Prankster101]

Travi watched as his wad of scroll bounced lightly off Rorgus's nose who woke up suddenly. If he had been having a nightmare, it was obviously over as he looked around readjusting to his surroundings. Travi looked away a bit. If he had a nightmare, anyone nearby knew, both during his dream and after he had awoke. Rorgus would know that, he was there once....

He looked curiously at the scrolls Travi had on his bed and the pen in his paw. " What are ye doin' matey?"

Lying on his back, Travi picked up one of the scroll balls and tossed it gently up and down in the air. "Ahh...nay muc'. Defiantly nay w'at ah'm supposed ta. Cannay sleep er work...." Pointing over to the waste bucket on the other side of the room, he continued. "Ah did learn dat Ah can shoot dees scrolls in ter da basket, dough..."

" I see you havn't gotten very far. Would you like some help?"


Travioso, looked over at his books."Weel, if ye knows anyt'in' abouts plants ye could help." Gazing back up at the ceiling, he continued. "It ain't like Ah knows not'in'. Ah just knows da practical stuff is all. None o' dis tec'nical stuff..." Travi rubbed his forehead. "Makes me 'ead 'urt."

While Rorgus went off to get a drink, Travi sat back up. If he didn't get this done, he would get in a lot of trouble that he really didn't need. Flipping a few pages in the book on the bed, Travi scanned the pages. All the writing about red apple growing seasons was rather boring to Travi. However, he had to write a 2 paged essay on the growing patterns of red apples versus the yellow ones.

Finding no pictures, Travi grumbled to himself and began to try to write something, anything that would keep him out of trouble.

By the time that Rorgus returned with some strawberry cordial, Travi had written a very sorry looking paragraph with atrocious spelling and grammar, that was barely even about his topic.

Pausing to read his work, Travi crumpled up the scroll and tossed it away growling. Why couldn't he just say that the red ones ripen first and be done with it!!!