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Subject: Peace, Quiet, Solitude. Author: Fleetsrunner Hawkeyes [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 04:44:27 12/20/04 Mon **A sleek, pretty white hare slips in. She is wearing a very light-grey cloak, and under it, a darker-shade-of-grey knee-length tunic that has slits down both sides starting from her waist. She is also wearing loose grey pants. She glances around and moves over to a quiet (not that it isn't already quiet) and shaded niche. She had come here for some peace and quiet; too much had been going on lately. She sits in the niche and leans back, her head resting on the cool marble. And covers her eyes with an arm. And just sits there.** [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date A wildcat glanced casually over at the newcomer from her place at the bar. She was wearing a dark blue short-sleeved shirt and gray pants, and her fur was like a snowshoe hare turning brown after winter: a patchy mixture of brown, white, and black. Getting her fill of the hare, the wildcat turned back to her goblet of wine, saying nothing. (NT) Ravia Sharkvar 07:33:56 12/21/04 Tue **The hare does not pay much attention to anything. She does, finally, take her arm away from her eyes and pushes up the sleeves of her tunic. For the sake of something to do, she unwraps the bloodied bandage wrapped around her arm and taking out fresh bandages, rebandages it. This is done in a restless fashion. She murmurs to herself as she does it as well.** (NT) Fleetsrunner Hawkeyes 01:46:47 12/23/04 Thu The wildcat glances over once again, curious. Then, for lack of a better thing to do, she slid off the stool and trotted over to the hare. "How'd you get that?" Ravia asked, trying to start a conversation. It was so quiet in here. (NT) Ravia Sharkvar 12:13:16 12/23/04 Thu **The hare tenses slightly as the wildcat comes over. She raises her head, looking at the wilcat with slightly frosty eyes.** I got it in a fight. **The wound is new, gaping, but the hare is swift in wrapping it, and she pulls her sleeves back down to cover it. There is a slight pause, and the hare asks...** Who are you? (NT) -- Fleetsrunner Hawkeyes, 16:42:00 12/23/04 Thu Ravia's ears twitch, responding to the hare's nervousness. "M'name's Ravia, Ravia Sharkvar," she replies. Then, sort of hesitatingly, "Can I see that? I know a little on healing, somewhat..." (NT) -- Ravia Sharkvar, 12:05:36 12/24/04 Fri **The hare pauses, studying the wildcat. She then quietly offers the arm for the wildcat's inspection. The wound looks as if someone had slammed a dagger into it and wrenched it one way. The hare, being a healer herself, knows she should have taken care of it, but hadn't been in the mood to. After a handspan of silence longer, the hare speaks quietly.** I'm Fleetsrunner. (NT) -- Fleetsrunner Hawkeyes., 14:16:45 12/24/04 Fri "Ouchee," Ravia mutters after a while. "That gotta hurt. Did you try yarrow, or blackwort?" she asked. (NT) -- Ravia Sharkvar, 19:35:48 12/24/04 Fri **The hare shrugs slightly.** I wasn't paying attention to it. (NT) -- Fleetsrunner Hawkeyes, 23:29:21 12/24/04 Fri "Mm." The wildcat nods slightly. "What's your name again?" (NT) -- Ravia Sharkvar, 07:14:42 12/26/04 Sun **The hare blinks, a bit surprised.** .. Fleetsrunner. Fleetsrunner Hawkeyes. (NT) -- Fleetsrunner Hawkeyes, 12:47:51 12/26/04 Sun "Oh yeah." Ravia blinks, remembering and wondering how she had forgotten so quickly. But she quickly comes back to the present and the hare. "So, how'd you get in a fight?" she asked, curious, and quickly added, "You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to." Ravia Sharkvar 14:33:31 12/26/04 Sun **The hare shrugs.** Frankly, I cannot remember. There was a disagreement with a wolf, and.... there was a fight. (NT) -- Fleetsrunner Hawkeyes, 02:00:55 12/27/04 Mon Ravia nods, but says nothing. Suddenly there's a sharper look in her eye. "Do you know the wolf's name?" (NT) -- Ravia Sharkvar, 08:34:54 12/27/04 Mon No, I do not. **She says, noting the sharp look that appeared.** I apologize. (NT) -- Fleetsrunner, 14:00:32 12/27/04 Mon Ravia shrugs, relaxing. "That's okay. Just I'm looking for a certain wolf, that's all. Goes by the name of Rasha." (NT) -- Ravia Sharkvar, 09:06:07 12/28/04 Tue If I somehow bump into this.. Rasha, I'll tell you. If I can. **The hare shrugs slightly.** (NT) -- Fleestrunner, 01:33:35 12/30/04 Thu "Thanks." Ravia is silent for a moment. "So where do you come from?" (NT) -- Ravia Sharkvar, 07:59:40 12/30/04 Thu **For some reason, the hare has to think about this one.** ... Originally.. Salamandastron. But that place is quiet now.... **The hare blinks.** How about you? Where do you originate? (NT) -- Fleetsrunner, 12:22:51 12/30/04 Thu "Far north," Ravia says dismissively. "Didn't like it up there - too cold, all snowy and freezing. And I was never good at ice-skating either so I would always fall through the ice and freeze icicles on my nose..." She laughed. (NT) -- Ravia Sharkvar, 17:38:21 12/30/04 Thu **The hare lets a small, quiet chuckle slip out.** I don't mind snow, **After all, she /is/ a white hare..** But I haven't attempted to ice-skate. I'm sure I would be horrible at it....**The hare seems to be loosening up a bit.** (NT) -- Fleetsrunner Hawkeyes, 17:08:39 01/03/05 Mon "Yeah," Ravia agrees. "We ice-skated by strapping wood shingles onto our feet and skating around on them. I could never get it, and for some reason I always skated where the ice was thin. So," she raised a fist in the air and shouted softly, "Southlands for mee!" The wildcat giggled. (NT) Ravia 08:04:45 01/04/05 Tue **The hare grins. She runs a paw through her hair, pondering.** Perhaps it is because I grew up in the heat that I welcome the cold. Too much sun is too.. suffocating. I think. **Nods.** -- Fleetsrunner, 22:03:12 01/07/05 Fri "Too much sun is suffocating?" Ravia repeated, looking surprised. "I thought it felt nice. All warm and hot. But then, I grew up in cold so I like the heat." She blinked and smiled at Fleetsrunner. -- Ravia, 10:40:38 01/08/05 Sat **The hare smiles.** Perhaps we search for and like change, no? -- Fleetsrunner Hawkeyes, 23:04:11 01/27/05 Thu