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 Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 12:52 pm
"Green sticks? Oh, yes, those would be good," he agreed, bobbing his head. "If there was another wind--just a wind," he was quick to clarify, "they would beeeend and swaaaay and not scatter at all."
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 4:44 pm
"Bending, bending. Sway." Rosin agreed quietly with Bryntwine, but a visible shudder coursed through her being as another strong gust blew by. She busied her nervous self with preening both herself and her parus, and she seemed to be settling down.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 7:53 am
"Green sticks, then. We can get those. Maybe we can get some really long ones, and weave them in diagonally, for even more support. Falchior sat, quiet and stiff in his thoughts. He thought about allowing Ro out of the pack, but knew that with the combination of the wind, rain, and general cold, the lizard would be just as grumpy as he was at the moment. That could be bad, given the existence of three paruses in the room. So Ro stayed where he was for now. After a time of silence, where the only noise was the soft whissh of beak on feathers and the driving rain outside, he again opened his beak. "So, we were interrupted last time. Anybody still hungry at all?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 1:48 pm
"Do you suppose, if we tried eating again, that the wind might be so kind as to allow us to swallow before creating any more mischief?" Bryntwine smiled hopefully.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 5:36 pm
Rosinweed glanced hesitantly up at Falchior, leaving her preening of her parus to rest. She gave him a sharp nod, indicating that she would like to try once more.
Chaucer nodded, too, and squeaked quietly. "M'Rosin 'ungry."
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 6:51 am
Falchior's expression lightened a bit, his eartufts raising. Craning his head back, he opened the pack once more. Rokku's beady eyes glared up at him, as if to ask why, precisely, he was putting up with this. Nipping the Waral's snout affectionately, he went over his gatherings. There was no more of the large fungus, but there were several smaller truffles, and some excellent buttons. He pulled them out one at a time, spinning and briefly inspecting them before sending them out. "One for Chaucer, one for Nettle. One for each of your birds, Bryntwine. Truffle for you, Miss Rosinweed, and one for Bryntwine. And one for me. And a button for Rokku." Once again, he considered letting the lizard out, but again deemed it unsafe. "Eat up."
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 2:08 pm
Bang! That was close, with both thunder and lightning nearly at the same time. Lightning must have struck somewhere in Deep Woods. Crash! An even louder crack of lightning. The night is turning into day by the flashes of lightning as the storm seems to unload the last of its fury over Deep Woods. When the mayhem finally stops the storm seems to have spent most of its energy. It doesn't rain quite as much anymore. Is it over? No... Not quite. An even louder noise fills the air.
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