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 Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 2:27 pm
The slightest shiver runs through the Gatherer's feathers at the mention of the fox, Banethorn, and his attack of the party on the ground. The story was beginning to return certain events to mind...
Ruffling his feathers as though guarding against a draft, Arbutus casually turns to face Silverbell, swallows, and holds out his pouch of seeds between them.
“More seeds?” he offers with a slight smile.
If she's paying close attention, she might notice the faint stutter in Arbutus' voice as “Banethorn” looms over the Mus “Small Ear” in the story.
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 11:43 am
She'd heard this tale before as her parents told it to others during their own performances. Silverbell could hear only snippets, but she remembered it. The fox used to scare her as a fledgling, but her parents were there to make it better. It was just a tale after all!
Her eartufts perked and she turned, Arbutus was holding out the seed pack. She smiled and nodded, taking a couple. "Thank you!" He seemed slightly uneasy, and munching a seed, gave him an inquiring glance.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 2:22 am
A vacant look fills Arbutus' eyes. The roar of thunder, the flash of claws, whirling feathers, snarling jaws. The quick flashes of memory rush unbidden through his mind, then they're gone.
He's still holding out the offered pouch of seed, the cheer and festivity still surround him.
After blinking a moment, he notices Silverbell's inquisitive stare and forces a grin. “A-ah... I'm sorry-” he mutters, stuffing the pouch underwing. “... seem to have dozed off for a moment.”
Shuffling his feet on the spot as he re-adjusts himself on his perch, he releases a quick sigh and turns to face Silverbell. “Were you saying something just now?” he asks hopefully with a smile, clearly meaning to divert attention.
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