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 Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 3:05 am
[ location : mossflower ]
Baneberry rather liked visiting Mossflower. Sure, they were sticklers for playing nice, but, everyone met up here! Something exciting was always happening, and half the time, he could get something out of the myriad adults running about.
Now, though, he scratched at one of the large, slowly healing [they'd heal a lot faster if he'd stop picking at them!] scabs in his fur. Stonebeak had a sharp beak and sharper talons, and he was lucky the cuts had stopped smarting as soon as they did. Now it mostly itched, and the bruises were fading, which meant it was almost time for Round Two!
The little ferret wrinkled his nose as his belly began to growl, and looked around until he saw a pale mouse. A grown-up, even! Approaching the fellow, he continued to scratch his wounds, tone belligerent.
"Hey! I'm hungry. You know where I can get a bite, then?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 7:31 am
Alistair was on his way to the trading post in Mossflower, his mind deeply engrossed in reviewing the Herbology lesson that his teacher had taught him just the day before. He had set aside some time today so that he could dedicate his attention towards mixing up some poultices that he was running low on as of late, only to discover that he had run out of some essential ingredients just as he was about to start. Since he couldn't very well go on without the missing ingredients, a trip to Mossflower to remedy that was naturally due. With any luck, he would be done with his business in a jiffy and could get back to his home and what he had originally intended to do for the rest of the day.
Having lost his concentration as a result of the question that was directed at him, Alistair shifted his attention to the little ferret who was standing right beside him. A young runt. Many of them about in Mossflower these days. This one's likely not from Woodhaven if the tone with which he used was a reliable indicator to go by.
"Yeah, I know a few good places. What's that you're scratching at over there though?"
He had been about to send the ferret off with some verbal directions, maybe a hastily drawn map as well if he was feeling up to it, so that he could get back to what he was thinking about as soon as possible but Alistair had a sudden change of mind and heart when he noticed the younger creature scratching himself from time to time. Something was ailing the ferret and he was going to get to the bottom of it. See if he could help somehow.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 12:14 am
"Wot..." Bane blinked at the question, before glancing to the scab on his little arm. He hadn't even noticed he'd been scratching! Though small, for a ferret, he was easily as large as the mouse [or close to it, anyway!], and he puffed out his strong little chest in response.
"Ah, this, then? Got into a tussle with a full-grown ladyraptor, I did! Beat her up right good, I did!" Whether this was true or not was debatable, however, the little guy thrust out his arms for Alistair to get a better look at the scratches from Stonebeak's talons and beak.
"Whyfor?" Baneberry inquired, wondering about the pale mouse's interest. He shited his weight as his stomach growled rather piteously.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 5:54 am
Alistair gave a soft chuckle as he listened to the young ferret's recount of his valiant encounter with a raptor that had earned him his battle scars. Beat her up right good, he said? Seemed more like SHE was the one who had done the beating up bit instead. No harm denying the little one his moment of glory though. In fact, it might even make him more cooperative with what he intended to do next.
Taking hold of the slim arms that were now presented before him, Alistair's expression shifted to one of seriousness and concern as he studied Baneberry's wounds. Most of them had healed nicely and were already forming scabs. The ones that had caught his attention, though thankfully few and far in between, were still an angry-looking shade of red.
"Do these hurt..?" The albino mouse queried while poking gently at each of the lesions in turn, blue eyes glancing from Baneberry's face to his arms from time to time.
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 10:30 pm
"Naw, I'm right good, mister-sir, not a thing can---OW. WELL IF YER GONNA STICK YER FINGER RIGHT ON IN THERE, THEN."
Baneberry's little face went from that of a braggart to an indignant, scandalized young critter, yanking his arms away and out of Alistair's grasp.
"Wot's yer business, then, grippin' on me, mister-sir?" Laying hands on him! There had better be a good reason, too, of they'd have to get to fighting!
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 2:07 am
Of course that had to hurt. And judging by the young critter's reaction just moments ago, a hell of a deal in fact which only reaffirmed his suspicion that those wounds were indeed infected.
"Those spots are hurting you way more than most of the others, aren't they?" Alistair calmly stated as he gazed levelly into Baneberry's eyes, his hands now held up at chest level in a non-threatening pose.
"I happen to be well versed in Herb... making use of plants to help others like yourself. But only if you'll allow me to..." He offered gently whilst remaining at his original position.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 12:59 pm
Bane's defenses came down instantly, as a child's were wont to do in the face of a trustworthy adult, and he thrust his arms forward again, eyes wide. "Y'kin make 'em feel better, mister-sir? Can you teach me?"
The little ferret loved Mossflower! There were always critters with the craziest of talents! Healers, warriors, singers, traders. It was awesome.
"Well, go on, then! Herb me!"
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