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Yes! It does!
This is the Elf, right? The blind one?
Oh dear, I forgot his name. (or rather, I forgot how to spell his name.)
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Yay!
Maybe. 🙂
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
@elishavet-pidyon wowww cool aesthetic!!
"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
Is this still a thing? Will I need to snowball you?
If you want to find all the cops, they're hanging out in the donut shop.
Ah….*pokes head out of snowdrift*
Yes, this is absolutely still a thing. In fact, we have an unfinished chapter…that should have been finished ages ago…
But does that mean I need snowballed again? I already have no clue how many snowballs I’ve got.
*Shivers*
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Absolutely.I need the motivation)First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkI need to finish writing my words so I actually have snowballs to wallop you with. XD
If you want to find all the cops, they're hanging out in the donut shop.
XD
Looks like you’ve got motivation now.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the Gork@koshka @ellette-giselle @hybridlore @keilah-h @theducktator
Here is the long delayed installment on Aenwest’s adventures!
In Which Bravery is Useless and Even Shoes are Terrors
Chapter 5
The day was a gorgeous one. We crested the mountain range just before high noon and the sky was so clear we could see the Eastern lands spreading out beneath us in a vanishing tapestry of greens, far more beautiful than even I had imagined.
Unfortunately, my feet were hurting so badly that I could only give a wistful glance before collapsing onto a nearby rock. I rested my head in my hands with a sigh. I didn’t know what hurt worse: the blisters on my feet, or the fact that nobody else had any. In fact, everyone else was holding up to the trip marvelously.
Of course they were. I had trained them. Brilliant me.
The rest of the band stood away to the right, quietly discussing the best path from here. They hadn’t seemed to have noticed my absence. Not that I cared.
“We have crossed the protection of the West.” Randal’s voice was sorrowful. “The lands beyond are not kept without blood. They are broken in many ways.”
“And are healing.” Onnendel spoke up. I could imagine Randal’s nod of acquiescence to the elf’s 700 years of stubborn optimism. Young things ought to laugh.
“We can shed blood.” There was a pause before Dwogin realized how unprecedented his comment was. He cleared his throat. “For true Light, I will do my worst. I came to set things straight, not polish them with delicate words.”
The others chuckled.
“Yes. There will be need of your worst.” Travenor said dryly. From there the conversation drifted to safe places to stop and what resources they had left. I swung my feet and sighed to myself. Pretending the blisters were from the Vactor Deluge no longer helped. I needed something bigger. Just dangling my feet in space hurt.
A gentle touch on my shoulder startled me from my revery of pain. I looked up into the wise face of Randall the Lorekeeper. Concern was in his great brown eyes.
“I noticed you have been limping. Are your feet giving you trouble?” he whispered so I wouldn’t be embarrassed before the others, I guess. I winced and pulled off a shoe to explain.
Ok. I was not expecting to see literal blood stains on my sock. I stared in shock. Randall stared too. Then with another half pitying, half bemused smile, he knelt to pull the other shoe off. I squeezed my backpack strap to keep from crying. If the third layer of sock looked that bad, I wasn’t sure I wanted to see the first.
Cold air hit my woebegone foot. I hissed.
Unfortunately, Onnendel’s sharp ears must have caught the sound. He turned from the ongoing debate and walked up behind Randal.
“Is there something amis?” The elf asked softly.
“Nothing.” I cringed. “Nothing whatsoever.”
Maybe my voice was a tad bit squealy. I could feel the heads come up behind me. A pebble skittered by us as someone came around the rocks. Travenor, of course. I sighed.
“Really, I’m okay. I just wish I could strangle something right about now.”
Randal’s mouth quirked. The Lorekeeper was obviously struggling between his amusement about the situation, and his pity for my feet. I forced a laugh, which ended up sounding more like a creaky gate. I would find it funny too, in about fifty years after the residual pain had finally left.
For now I steeled myself and reached down to help Randal peel the socks from my other foot. Cracked heels and red oozing blisters covered both feet. Well, maybe covered is a bit of an exaggeration, but hey, I had to walk on them. I glared at the offending appendages through angry tears as another hiss slipped between my clenched teeth.
“Stupid feet.”
Politeness, and the fact that Randal obviously had things under control, let the others wander off to take in the view. Onnendel however, was still puzzled and continued to hang about until he was handed my pair of shoes. He turned them over in his hands, sensitive fingers no doubt telling him more than Randal could by just looking at them.
The rubber soles were worn dreadfully thin, stitches in the sides were coming loose, and the faux leather lacings had nearly worn through. They were, after all, only bought for a Redwall birthday party, not cross country extreme hiking. Yet while the concern did not leave his face, no amusement about the low quality surfaced. He seemed kind of… surprised.
“So small.” His murmur slipped through Randal’s monologue on the importance of foot health. I gave a halfhearted grin. Yes, I wore size 4’s in women’s, and usually shopped in the kid’s section, but for some reason it was amusing to see Dwogin come and stand on tippy toes to see around Onnendel’s elbow. I wasn’t the only small thing around. And Onnendel made no comment on the condition of my cheap footwear. His father would have been proud.
Which thought sent a guilty twinge up my spine, since I was the one who decided Irithan would die before his son’s thirteenth birthday. I winced and looked back at my feet.
They were feeling much better. The damage wasn’t so bad when washed off. Once they got a liberal coat of salve and clean wrapping, my feet’s intolerable screaming softened to a whimper. I wrapped my chilled hands in my cloak and pretended not to hear the conversation to my left.
“Worn through you say?”
“And she was walking in them without a word of complaint. Will you still insist that she’s a liability?” Onnendel, although he sounded more irritated than I had heard in… well, since that scene in the second chapter back before I met him in person.
“The only reason she is here is because Randal wanted her here.” Dwogin grumbled like a roll of thunder when heard under a big pillow. Onnendel began laughing and even Randal snorted.
“Dwogin.” The ranger turned to face the dwarf. “Randal is also the only reason you are here.”
I glanced back at the Lorekeeper to see he was shaking with suppressed laughter. He winked at me. We could hear Dwogin’s huff so clearly it rivaled his thunder-grumbles.
“This is no place to stop. We’re birds on a bare branch.”The dwarf eyed us all skeptically.
“We will go a little further down. But it will soon be late.” Randal handed me back my shoes. His eyes were still twinkling under the brim of his big hat. I grinned back.
We tramped down the winding path until it wound into a thicket of firs. Travenor led us right into them and called for us to stop.
“It is late for travel and we shall not find so sheltered a place until we reach the Dell.” It was perhaps the longest sentence he had used today. He turned away from us to gaze long into the valley.
Somehow it was night already. Blue-black shadows crept around us in misty silence. The scene pricked something in my memory, something that felt vaguely like a plot bunny, but which was just out of reach of my weary mind and achy feet.
“Once we reach the wood below, we shall have need of speed.” Randal joined the young ranger at the path’s edge. They stood there contemplating the dangers of a forest road. I gasped.
It wasn’t a plot bunny, it was a plot twist. An incident to push the story further up the figurative mountain while the characters made their way down the literal one. I shook free of my horror and yelled.
“We’ve gotta get out of here!”
I was too late. Orc cries filled the night.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
Hooray! Perfect timing! I just finished A Tale of Two Cities and needed something less depressing. XD
“The only reason she is here is because Randal wanted her here.” Dwogin grumbled like a roll of thunder when heard under a big pillow. Onnendel began laughing and even Randal snorted.
“Dwogin.” The ranger turned to face the dwarf. “Randal is also the only reason you are here.”
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If you want to find all the cops, they're hanging out in the donut shop.
THAT IS LIKE ONE OF MY FAVORITE BOOKS EVER!!! I LOVE Tale of Two Cities! Dickon’s best work.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
So good! I NEED THE NEXT PART!!!
I can’t wait for more! This is awesome!
I was wondering……… because my brain has so much to keep track of…… would you mind sending a list of the names next to their occupation.
For instance:
Onnendel–> Elf.
I know most of them….. but then I second guess myself and now I’m confused. 🤣🤣🤣
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
was ist es? My one question. Was ist es?
"Hate has caused a lot of problems, but it hasn't solved one yet"-Maya Angelou
Yayyy! Augh, blisters are the worst. 😒
Oof, a tale of two cities… 😅 That book was hard to understand. I barely remember what happened in it 😖
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