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Post by Romulus on Nov 1, 2011 11:30:37 GMT -5
"The fox ran out on the chilly night,
He prayed for the moon to give him light
For he'd many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-O!
Town-O! Town-O!
He'd many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-ohhhh . . ."
Oakley drew out the last note of her song as she moved among the shelves of Redwall's library, looking for something to do. It was an early fall morning, and most of her friends were still doing chores. She'd finished hers already, and since nobeast had asked her to do anything else, she'd done what she normally did to pass the time.
She sang.
Paws clasped behind her back, the white rabbit had wandered aimlessly around the abbey, glad to be back after a long spring and summer, her sweet voice a little subdued but still clear enough for anybeast within earshot to hear. Even though the rabbit missed her stepdad and brother, Redwall was a much easier pace than Salamandastron.
Now she strolled through the library, picking up scrolls and books, scanning the words, and then trying to make little songs out of them. It was a fun game, and the librarian didn't seem to mind. She wasn't being loud, and there was nobeast else around as of yet. Selecting another book, she discovered a tale of two otters, lovers who'd never had the chance to be married. The female had been lost at sea, and the male had committed suicide.
Oakley never understood those kind of stories, but it made for a good song, anyway.
"Then on the next day, Drake, he found her washed up on the shore.
He kissed her cold face, and that they'd be together soon he swore.
His tears kept on falling, even as he buried her in the sand,
And then he climbed the lighthouse, and off the edge of it he ran."
Oakley made a sour face and returned the book to the shelf. "I don't get love stories," she murmured aloud.
((Credit goes to Nickel Creek for the song tunes and most of the lyrics.))
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Post by Warfang on Nov 3, 2011 23:11:59 GMT -5
Oliden scrolled through the pages of a new book he had chosen off the shelves merely a week or so ago. It was a long novel, and possibly one of the first books the young River Otter had read for pleasure. As the caramel-colored riverdog turned a page of his book, he heard faint singing on the opposite side of the library.
With his black nose twitching, the otter got out of his chair and closed the book, bookmark wedged gingerly in between two pages. Tucking the book under his arm, he ventured toward the side of the library where the quiet muse was coming from. Peaking out from around the bookshelf, he saw a hare, as white as snow. Curious, but too shy to approach, he listened from his position behind the bookshelf as she sang tunes deprived from the words of the books she was selecting.
((Sorry for any typos.... I don't have FireFox on this computer and it's past Midnight here...))
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Post by Romulus on Nov 3, 2011 23:26:05 GMT -5
"Flow gently, River Moss, among thy green groves,
Through thy swift current, the otter doth rove,
He sings of thy journey through the dappled green wood
And flows with thee now, part of you if he could . . ."
Oakley snapped the book shut softly, shaking her head. No, that one was no good. Replacing it one the shelves, she sought another one, sidestepping towards the end of the big bookcase. Her fingers fluttered over the spines as she decided. This one looked sort of interesting . . .
One ear flicked to the side as she caught a noise. Her head soon followed and she smiled automatically at the river otter who stood a ways behind the shelf. Now, who was this? Hmm, she was never good with names. And she didn't remember everybeast in Redwall, not after spending half the year at the mountain fortress. Ah, well, the best thing to do was be polite.
Sidling over to the caramel-colored river otter, she offered a paw. "Morning," she greeted. "Afraid I can't recall your name, but mine's Oakley." The tailless rabbit liked making new friends, even if she couldn't keep up with them throughout the year.
((You're fine, Warfang. ^^ ))
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Post by Warfang on Nov 4, 2011 23:59:08 GMT -5
Oliden's ears twitched in surprise as the hare immediately sought him out, sticking out her paw and greeting him in a very friendly manner. Slightly baffled, but not seeking to be dispolite, the otter took her paw and shook it gently. "Me name's Oliden Rusk, cousin to Shad Streamdog and part o' the Otter Crew. 'scuse me for peepin', but I couldn't help but hear your voice. Ye have a nice tone," he smiled, his grin stretching from ear-to-ear. He liked friendly creatures; they struck the best conversations.
Letting go of her paw, he tilted his head to the side slightly. "So, marm, I 'ate to say it, but I don't realleh' remember ever seein' ye 'round 'ere, Miz Oakley. Are ye visitin'?" he inquired, innocence nearly oozing through his words.
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Post by Romulus on Nov 5, 2011 0:46:35 GMT -5
"Me name's Oliden Rusk, cousin to Shad Streamdog and part o' the Otter Crew. 'scuse me for peepin', but I couldn't help but hear your voice. Ye have a nice tone," he smiled, his grin stretching from ear-to-ear.
Oakley's face brightened, and her tall ears perked up even taller. "I thank ye kindly, sir," she replied to his comment about her singing. "But I couldn't help but t'notice your nice name. Oliden . . . Oh-lee-den . . . Oh-lye-den . . ." She sang the syllables in various octaves and laughed. "S'a name I can hum to."
"So, marm, I 'ate to say it, but I don't realleh' remember ever seein' ye 'round 'ere, Miz Oakley. Are ye visitin'?" he inquired, innocence nearly oozing through his words.
She tilted her head, halting in her humming of the otter's name. "Hmm? Oh, no, I live here," she explained. "I'm just gone half the year visitin' my stepdad and brother at Salamandastron. Fall an' winter're when I'm back at Redwall with my mum." Her hazel eyes twinkled. "I guess ye could say I've got a paw on both places, eh?"
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Post by Warfang on Nov 5, 2011 10:03:54 GMT -5
The otter chuckled as the haremaid began to say his name in a sing-song way. Listening to her explanation, he nodded his blocky head. "Aye, my bad, miz," he bowed, dipping his snout and placing his paw to his chest.
Looking up after a few heartbeats, he regained his position and said, "Have ye ever met me cousin, Shad Streamdog? 'e's a fine dancer. It'd be great if ye both teamed up for one song durin' a feast; ye singin, 'e dancin'... But, eh, 'tis up to you," he smiled cheekily, scratching the tuft of fur atop his caramel head.
Distracting himself for a moment, the river otter looked around for a place to set his rump, and noticed one only a few yards away. He began to walk toward it, motioning to Oakley with a smile as he sat down.
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Post by Romulus on Nov 5, 2011 23:17:59 GMT -5
"Aye,my bad, miz," he bowed, dipping his snout and placing his paw to his chest.
"Oh, pish-tosh," Oakley said, waving a paw in dismissal. "I'm surprised anybeast remembers me when me an' mum come back, y'know." She chuckled.
"Have ye ever met me cousin, Shad Streamdog? 'e's a fine dancer. It'd be great if ye both teamed up for one song durin' a feast; ye singin, 'e dancin'... But, eh, 'tis up to you," he smiled cheekily, scratching the tuft of fur atop his caramel head.
Oakley touched a paw to her chin, looking aside in recall. "Hmm, Shad?" she repeated. The rabbit tried to remember who that was as she followed Oliden over to two chairs near a shorter shelf of books. "Name sounds familiar."
She took a seat and crossed her legs, leaning both elbows on the little round table between them. "I dunno if I've seen him lately," she said finally. "But I believe I've met him b'fore. He's the one wot dances so well, right? I'd love to sing for one o' his performances." Her ears swiveled to one side. "Oh, yes, the autumn feast. I completely forgot 'bout that'un. Hmm, may haps I'll talk to this Shad fellow." She smiled.
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Post by Warfang on Nov 6, 2011 10:25:11 GMT -5
"Oh, pish-tosh," Oakley said, waving a paw in dismissal. "I'm surprised anybeast remembers me when me an' mum come back, y'know." She chuckled.
Oliden still looked slightly guilty. "Well, marm, I think I'll remember ye next time," he winked, smiling. He wanted everybeast to feel welcome in the Abbey; he was sure that she did, but what was life in Redwall without any companions? Beside her mum, atleast.
Oakley touched a paw to her chin, looking aside in recall. "Hmm, Shad?" she repeated. The rabbit tried to remember who that was as she followed Oliden over to two chairs near a shorter shelf of books. "Name sounds familiar."
"Aye, he's a wee bit popular 'round 'ere. Him n' I are part of the Otter Crew y'know," he smiled, continuing with, "An when you're part o' that, n' a good dancer, well, yous just won t'e hearts o' most beasts in t'e abbey," he chuckled, paw to his chest.
Leaning over the table slightly, his elbows both planted firmly on the wood, he rested his cheek to his paw and said, "I don't think I've mentioned it yet, matey, but I have a little secret admiration of singin'. I've been practicin' for a while so that me n' me ole' cousin can preform together one day. I tried dancin'... didn't really work out that well, aye..." The otter scratched his head, looking cross. He was having a flashback of him tripping over his own paws and spinning til he collapsed.
She took a seat and crossed her legs, leaning both elbows on the little round table between them. "I dunno if I've seen him lately," she said finally. "But I believe I've met him b'fore. He's the one wot dances so well, right? I'd love to sing for one o' his performances." Her ears swiveled to one side. "Oh, yes, the autumn feast. I completely forgot 'bout that'un. Hmm, may haps I'll talk to this Shad fellow." She smiled.
The otter chuckled again. "Nay, either have I. Busy ole' fiend is wot 'e is."
His eyes sparkled at the prospect of watchin' his cousin sing with the lovely young hare. He knew already that it would be a huge hit, and they would probably get the loudest applause. His eyes widened as she mentioned forgetting the feast. He leaned back in the chair, shaking his head. "Miz Oakley, ye just said what I thought was impossible for a hare," he laughed whole-heartedly, making sure he kept his voice down so he didn't disturb any otherbeasts in the library.
((I'm really starting to like playing him. ;D)
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Post by Romulus on Nov 6, 2011 14:03:36 GMT -5
"I don't think I've mentioned it yet, matey, but I have a little secret admiration of singin'. I've been practicin' for a while so that me n' me ole' cousin can preform together one day. I tried dancin'... didn't really work out that well, aye..."
Oakley's giggle was about as musical as her singing voice. "I'm shore you're a grand singer, Oliden," she replied. "And I jus' bet ye your cousin'd love t'dance t'your singing." At the mention of the impossibility of forgetting a feast, she smiled bemusedly, resting her cheek on one paw.
"Well, Sir Oliden," she said, eyes twinkling. "Anybeast could tell ye I fancy food as much as a hare, but, since m'actually a rabbit, it ain't on my mind quite as often." She giggled, again, leaning forward on the table and dropping her head sideways on her folded arms. Her ears flopped to the side, following the motion of her head.
"But I wonder now," she ventured, uncrossing her legs and tapping her hind feet on the floor. "Wot're ye going t'do for the feast? Any ideas for a performance? Speakin' o' which, d'ye know wot everybeast else is going t'do?" She wanted ideas for her own contribution. After all, fall and winter were the only times she was ever around, so she liked to be a part of all the activities going on.
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Post by Warfang on Nov 6, 2011 14:40:08 GMT -5
Oakley's giggle was about as musical as her singing voice. "I'm shore you're a grand singer, Oliden," she replied. "And I jus' bet ye your cousin'd love t'dance t'your singing." At the mention of the impossibility of forgetting a feast, she smiled bemusedly, resting her cheek on one paw.
"Aye, I hope so," the otter murmured with a shrug, staring at his twiddling thumbs. "I've never sang in front of any otherbeast," he admitted, his tone quieter than before. "Only to meself when swimin' in the pond or a river."
"Well, Sir Oliden," she said, eyes twinkling. "Anybeast could tell ye I fancy food as much as a hare, but, since m'actually a rabbit, it ain't on my mind quite as often." She giggled, again, leaning forward on the table and dropping her head sideways on her folded arms. Her ears flopped to the side, following the motion of her head.
His attention was once again grasped as she called him "sir". Listening to her entire response, the otter's ears began to burn in embarrassment, rubbing his palms together as he did when he was nervous. "Aye, my bad, miz... I guess I'm havin' no stroke o' luck when it comes to wordin' things today," he chuckled nervously, dark eyes round. "You're certainly prettier than any hare I know, miz rabbit," he winked.
"All this talk o' feasts got me mind on food, though," he smiled, a light tone to his husky voice. "I wonder when we'll be havin' supper..." he mused, leaning back on the chair with his paws on his stomach. "Or better yet, what ye ole' friar be makin' for it!"
"But I wonder now," she ventured, uncrossing her legs and tapping her hind feet on the floor. "Wot're ye going t'do for the feast? Any ideas for a performance? Speakin' o' which, d'ye know wot everybeast else is going t'do?" She wanted ideas for her own contribution. After all, fall and winter were the only times she was ever around, so she liked to be a part of all the activities going on.
Oliden's gaze drifted to the ground rather shamefully. "I 'aven't really done anythin' for a feast, quite frankly," he admitted dryly. "I be too shy to sing, n' I'm a lousy dancer, so I usually just eat my share o' food..."
"As for otherbeasts, I can assure you that ole' Shad'll prolly' be dancin' his heart out."
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Post by Romulus on Nov 6, 2011 15:53:25 GMT -5
"Aye, I hope so," the otter murmured with a shrug, staring at his twiddling thumbs. "I've never sang in front of any otherbeast," he admitted, his tone quieter than before. "Only to meself when swimin' in the pond or a river."
Oakley chuckled, ears perking up as she lifted her head. "Well, I'd be right honored if ye'd oblige me with your singing sometime," she said sweetly. "May haps we'd do a duet for the feast, huh?" Now, that would be fun!
"Aye, my bad, miz... I guess I'm havin' no stroke o' luck when it comes to wordin' things today," he chuckled nervously, dark eyes round. "You're certainly prettier than any hare I know, miz rabbit," he winked.
Oakley's hazel eyes flashed. "You've not seen many hares, then," she replied. "I've met hare maids at Salamandastron who'd melt your heart, they were so pretty. Besides, compare me to even a hare like that black fellow here, Rook, isn't it? Now, there's a handsome hare if I ever saw one." She chuckled again.
"All this talk o' feasts got me mind on food, though," he smiled, a light tone to his husky voice. "I wonder when we'll be havin' supper..." he mused, leaning back on the chair with his paws on his stomach. "Or better yet, what ye ole' friar be makin' for it!"
"Well, don't get your hopes up for dinner," the rabbit replied with a cheeky smile. "I think he's still got lunch an' tea t'attend to. Best t'do it in order, y'know."
Oliden's gaze drifted to the ground rather shamefully. "I 'aven't really done anythin' for a feast, quite frankly," he admitted dryly. "I be too shy to sing, n' I'm a lousy dancer, so I usually just eat my share o' food..."
"As for otherbeasts, I can assure you that ole' Shad'll prolly' be dancin' his heart out."
Oakley's smile grew softer. Oliden was awfully fixated on his cousin Shad, wasn't he? "I'm sure he will be," she said with a wink. "But I was asking wot ye'd be doing, Oliden, not wot Shad'd be doing. So, you'll jus' eat food? Sounds awfully boring, if ye don't mind my say so."
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Post by Warfang on Nov 6, 2011 16:39:24 GMT -5
Oakley chuckled, ears perking up as she lifted her head. "Well, I'd be right honored if ye'd oblige me with your singing sometime," she said sweetly. "May haps we'd do a duet for the feast, huh? Now, that would be fun!"
Oliden nodded, his eyes brightening, though hesitation still lingered. "I'd love to sing to ye, marm, though I know nobeast can surpass that voice o' yers. I've only heard you singin' quietly, I can't wait to hear ye at the feast!" He exclaimed, lowering his voice as quickly as he raised it, not willing to disturb anybeasts around them. At the proposition of doing a duet at the feast, the otter nearly sank into his chair. "Aye, marm, that does sound like fun, but what if my singin' ain't good in otherbeasts' ears?" he frowned, his oval ears drooping.
Oakley's hazel eyes flashed. "You've not seen many hares, then," she replied. "I've met hare maids at Salamandastron who'd melt your heart, they were so pretty. Besides, compare me to even a hare like that black fellow here, Rook, isn't it? Now, there's a handsome hare if I ever saw one." She chuckled again.
Oliden smiled and shrugged. "Maybe I haven't, but you're quite soft on the eyes, y'know? It's a shame yer not an otter," he winked, his white teeth flashing against his toothy grin. He listened as she mentioned Rook, a mute hare that lived in the abbey. "Aye, he's err... a good lookin' matey," he chuckled. He didn't know the hare too well, but he wouldn't disagree with the white rabbit.
"Well, don't get your hopes up for dinner," the rabbit replied with a cheeky smile. "I think he's still got lunch an' tea t'attend to. Best t'do it in order, y'know."
Such a challenge made Oliden want to playfully tackle the cheeky little rabbit, much like he did with his Otter mateys when roughhousing on the Abbey Grounds near the pond. "Aye, aye, ye got me," he said instead, his eyes twinkling with amusement, as he patted his stomach.
Oakley's smile grew softer. Oliden was awfully fixated on his cousin Shad, wasn't he? "I'm sure he will be," she said with a wink. "But I was asking wot ye'd be doing, Oliden, not wot Shad'd be doing. So, you'll jus' eat food? Sounds awfully boring, if ye don't mind my say so."
The otter's shoulders sagged. "Well, like I said, matey, I haven't really sang for anybeast. I hate to admit it, but it's stage fright that err... stops me from jumpin' up n' singin' me 'eart out," he muttered beneath his breath, scratching the back of his neck his his muzzle tilted slightly downward again.
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Post by Romulus on Nov 6, 2011 22:22:17 GMT -5
"Aye, marm, that does sound like fun, but what if my singin' ain't good in otherbeasts' ears?" he frowned, his oval ears drooping."A little thing called practice, friend," Oakley replied. "I know, I know. Ye think it's all natural talent, eh? Well, turns out having a knack for somethin' ain't all it takes. I've been practicing every chance I get, y'know." She poked his arm. "We'll make ye the best otter singer's ever been, if you'd like." "Maybe I haven't, but you're quite soft on the eyes, y'know? It's a shame yer not an otter," he winked, his white teeth flashing against his toothy grin.Oakley giggled, her ears dropping back as a light blush colored her cheeks. Few beasts ever returned her somewhat flirty comments; she rarely knew what to make of it. "Why, Sir Oliden," she gushed. "You flatter me." "Well, like I said, matey, I haven't really sang for anybeast. I hate to admit it, but it's stage fright that err... stops me from jumpin' up n' singin' me 'eart out," he muttered beneath his breath, scratching the back of his neck his his muzzle tilted slightly downward again.Oakley studied him for a long moment. Then she stood and climbed onto the table, kneeling down and leaning towards the otter. Her beautiful voice filled the library as she broke out into sweet melody. "You gotta leave me now,
You gotta go alone.
You gotta chase a dream,
One that's all your own,
Before it slips away.
When you're flyin' high,
Take my heart along,
I'll be the harmony
To every lonely song
That you'll learn to play.
When you're soarin' through the air,
I'll be your solid ground
Take every chance you dare,
I'll still be there
For when you come back down . . .
When you come back down . . ." She then returned to her seat, eyes sparkling and mouth stretched into a warm smile. "It's simpler than ye think," the rabbit said. "Of course, ye don't have t'use a table if ye don't want to." She chuckled. "I b'lieve in singing whenever ye want, an' if'n other beasts don't like it, or think you're no good? Ye get better, that's wot ye do."
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Post by Warfang on Nov 6, 2011 22:38:06 GMT -5
"A little thing called practice, friend," Oakley replied. "I know, I know. Ye think it's all natural talent, eh? Well, turns out having a knack for somethin' ain't all it takes. I've been practicing every chance I get, y'know." She poked his arm. "We'll make ye the best otter singer's ever been, if you'd like.""Aye, aye," he agreed solemnly, lifting his gaze ever so slightly to the rabbit again. "I think I may be a tad bit good, but other beasts have been sayin' lately that I might have some hearin' problems... What if I'm hearin' myself wrong?" he fretted, brows raised until he was poked in the arm by Oakley and told that she'd make him the best flippin' otter singer ever known. At this, he smiled again, deep eyes twinkling. "Thankee kindly, marm." Oakley giggled, her ears dropping back as a light blush colored her cheeks. Few beasts ever returned her somewhat flirty comments; she rarely knew what to make of it. "Why, Sir Oliden," she gushed. "You flatter me.""Aye, always given compliments where they be deserved, matey," he winked again, leaning across the table slightly with his arms folded over each other. He tilted his head to the side as the rabbit seemed to be staring him down before climbing onto the table, resting on her knees as she began to sing in a beautiful, angelic tone that would sooth even the bloodwrath of Badger Lords. The otter felt as if he were melting into his chair, staring at her as she sung with half-lidded eyes, both paws taking an effort to prop up his head. She then returned to her seat, eyes sparkling and mouth stretched into a warm smile. "It's simpler than ye think," the rabbit said. "Of course, ye don't have t'use a table if ye don't want to." She chuckled. "I b'lieve in singing whenever ye want, an' if'n other beasts don't like it, or think you're no good? Ye get better, that's wot ye do.""Ye know what? Yer right, missy," he claimed rather boldly, creeping onto the table and propping himself on his knees. He thought patiently on what to sing, before reciting an old piece he'd once heard during a feast. "See the roving river run
Over hill and dale
To a secret forest place,
O my heart, Noonvale . . .
Look for me at dawning
When the sun's reborn
In the silent beauty
Twixt the night and morn . . .
Wait till the lark ascends
And skies are blue . . .
There where the rainbow ends
I will meet you . . ." Once the short song was over, he seemed to realize that for the first time, he'd sang for another creature. Sudden shyness overswept the young otter and he quickly scurried back into his seat. "Err... tw-twas a short one, aye, but th-the only one I could think of right now..." he stuttered in embarrassment.
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Post by Romulus on Nov 7, 2011 13:55:16 GMT -5
"Err... tw-twas a short one, aye, but th-the only one I could think of right now..." he stuttered in embarrassment.
Oakley applauded wholeheartedly, though not too loudly, as other beasts were beginning to enter the library. "Bravo, my friend," she cheered. "We'll make a singer outta ye, yet. That I c'n promise." She smiled happily, glad the otter seemed to be gaining a little confidence.
"Only thing wrong with that was your blush there at the end," she said with another wink. "No need t'be frightened so your face goes hot, matey." She giggled. "Best way t'get over stage fright is t'find somebeast in the crowd you're comf'table singing to. Take me for instance. When I feel the butterflies coming along, I search out my mum. Family's best, y'know, but s'also nice t'have a good friend in the audience, too."
She straightened her violet dress and draped one arm over the back of her chair, setting the other elbow on the table and resting her chin in her paw. "So, the question is, Oliden," she went on. "Who ye gonna look for?"
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Post by Warfang on Nov 7, 2011 22:24:55 GMT -5
Oakley applauded wholeheartedly, though not too loudly, as other beasts were beginning to enter the library. "Bravo, my friend," she cheered. "We'll make a singer outta ye, yet. That I c'n promise." She smiled happily, glad the otter seemed to be gaining a little confidence.
The otter smiled nervously back at the rabbit. "Thankee kindly, marm," he said, gushing embarrassment from singing to someone for the first time. Her answer had been kinder than he'd been expecting. He wasn't doubting that Oakley was a nice beast, rather, he'd been frightened his singing might be worse than he thought.
Oliden wasn't a bad singer, though. Infact, if more confidence had been displayed in his short song about Noonvale, it would have been a jaw-dropping preformance -- mostly though because thus far, no one in the abbey really expected the river otter to be a good singer.
"Only thing wrong with that was your blush there at the end," she said with another wink. "No need t'be frightened so your face goes hot, matey." She giggled. "Best way t'get over stage fright is t'find somebeast in the crowd you're comf'table singing to. Take me for instance. When I feel the butterflies coming along, I search out my mum. Family's best, y'know, but s'also nice t'have a good friend in the audience, too."
Oliden shuffled his feet nervously. "Aye, I believe ye, miz Oakley. Thankee for ye tips. It means a lot to a shy ole' riverdog like me to get a compliment about me singin'... tips, too, y'know," he smiled up at her, grinning kindly.
She straightened her violet dress and draped one arm over the back of her chair, setting the other elbow on the table and resting her chin in her paw. "So, the question is, Oliden," she went on. "Who ye gonna look for?"
This certainly send an alarm off in the young otter's mind. Who would he look for? "Well, me ole' parents have been gone for a long time, to certainly not 'em," he frowned, but didn't dwell too much on their memory. Many beasts, unfortunately, died around Mossflower woods. Well, unforunate for the Woodlanders. The only good vermin was a dead one in his opinion. "There be Shad and Skidd, me cousins, but I'dunno 'bout lookin' at 'em... For some reason I think I'll grow more nervous than relaxed if I do, matey," he said seriously, his brows furrowed as he crossed his arms.
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Post by Romulus on Nov 7, 2011 22:46:46 GMT -5
"There be Shad and Skidd, me cousins, but I'dunno 'bout lookin' at 'em... For some reason I think I'll grow more nervous than relaxed if I do, matey," he said seriously, his brows furrowed as he crossed his arms.
Oakley nodded understandingly. "Aye, sometimes finding family doesn't always help," she acknowledged. "Ye feel like ye may fail 'em, or something. But, no need t'fear, like I said." She thought for a moment. "Got any friends ye'd feel good singing to? Maybe somebeast ye been with all ye life?"
She was pretty sure he understood why she was asking him to think of somebeast, but she decided to explain a little further. After all, they were talking about her favorite thing. "Wot's helpful about finding somebeast ye c'n sing to is t'make ye more comf'table, aye, but also t'help ye during those times when ye can't find 'em. Ye jus' think about that comfort ye feel when you're singing t'that special beast, an' then, even when they ain't there, ye c'n act like you're singing t'them."
Oakley raised her eyebrow at him. "That make sense, mate?" she asked, hoping she had clarified it enough. Teaching wasn't her strong point, but she did like to offer pointers every now and then. She really just fell back on what her parents had taught her.
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Post by Warfang on Nov 7, 2011 23:06:53 GMT -5
Oakley nodded understandingly. "Aye, sometimes finding family doesn't always help," she acknowledged. "Ye feel like ye may fail 'em, or something. But, no need t'fear, like I said." She thought for a moment. "Got any friends ye'd feel good singing to? Maybe somebeast ye been with all ye life?"
"All me life, eh? Unfortunately, I don't think I do, marm," he admitted with a shrug. Besides his pals in the Otter Crew, he wasn't really good friends with anybeast in the abbey. He was on good terms with abbey members, but he wasn't really more than an aquaintance as far as he knew.
"Wot's helpful about finding somebeast ye c'n sing to is t'make ye more comf'table, aye, but also t'help ye during those times when ye can't find 'em. Ye jus' think about that comfort ye feel when you're singing t'that special beast, an' then, even when they ain't there, ye c'n act like you're singing t'them."
Oliden nodded. "Aye, I understand," he mused, his fingers and thumb to his chin. "But like I said, miz, yer the only beast that's ever heard me sing."
The otter leaned back on his chair, his eyes blank as he proposed a thoughtful expression. "When is the feast, eh?"
"That make sense, mate?"
Oliden's ears perked as she reffered to him at 'mate'. He could help it as a chuckle made its way, rumbling in his chest. "Hahaha! Marm, you should dye your fur brown, shrink your ears, and become an otter! Yer already startin' to act like one! Hahahahaha!"
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Post by Romulus on Nov 8, 2011 13:44:49 GMT -5
Oliden nodded. "Aye, I understand," he mused, his fingers and thumb to his chin. "But like I said, miz, yer the only beast that's ever heard me sing."
Oakley's ears swiveled to the side, and she tapped the ends of her fingers together in thought. "Well, think ye'd be comf'table singing t'me?" she asked. Not that she considered herself his best friend in the world, but he had said she was the first one to hear him sing. Most of the time, the first beast to hear you was the one you felt most relaxed with. Bt that was just most of the time. Oliden seemed quite shy about this whole singing thing, so if he wanted to look for somebeast else, that was fine with her.
"When is the feast, eh?"
The rabbit shrugged. "I dunno," she replied. "Whenever the abbot says so, I guess." She grinned cheekily. She personally wouldn't mind if the feast happened tonight. Oakley was always ready to perform.
"Hahaha! Marm, you should dye your fur brown, shrink your ears, and become an otter! Yer already startin' to act like one! Hahahahaha!"
The white rabbit was quite startled when the otter began to laugh, but she smiled. After a moment, she began to laugh with him. "May haps I should," she replied, giggling. "But I don't think I'd make a good otter. No tail, y'see." She brought one knee up into her chest, wrapping her arms around it idly. "And I should tell ye I'm no great swimmer, either. Naw, singing's more my style."
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Post by Warfang on Nov 8, 2011 14:12:03 GMT -5
"Well, think ye'd be comf'table singing t'me?"
Oliden thought about it for a moment. Would he? They'd just met that morn, but he already had the guts to sing to her. That meant something, right? "Aye, matey," he finally concluded with a smile and a nod. "I think that with a few more days o' practicin', I just might be ready to preform in front o' t'e abbey," he said boldly, though the feelings in his chest were churning and mauling eachother. Was he really ready, or was he just bluffing?
"I dunno," she replied. "Whenever the abbot says so, I guess."
"Right you are," he said airly, picking himself back up on his chair and straightening his posture. He licked his lips, his eyes glazing over. "Oh, matey, I can already taste the fish... I can't wait to get me ole' paws on some nutbrown beer, or strawberry scones with meadowcream, or some nutbread with honey, or some nice, tastey candied chestnuts, or... or... or be still me heart, but some Hotroot soup would just make me day!" the otter chuckled, rubbing his two pointer fingers together. "Me apologies, marm! I'm startin' to sound like the folks at yer other home, ain't I? Hahaha!"
"May haps I should," she replied, giggling. "But I don't think I'd make a good otter. No tail, y'see." She brought one knee up into her chest, wrapping her arms around it idly. "And I should tell ye I'm no great swimmer, either. Naw, singing's more my style."
Oliden calmed himself, staring levely at the rabbit with lights dancing in his eyes. "Oh, miz Oakley, I can teach ye how to swim. Rather, you're teachin' me how to sing better, so tis only fair," he invited, his forepaws rapping against the Library floor.
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