A Winter to Freeze Your Heart part 2

[Cornflower MM]

Bryant started laughing, and then fell on the floor, holding his stomach, laughing, which earned HIM some odd looks.

[rachel25]

Ushen caught the scone without evening looking, then with the other hand, pointed at Bryant, "You are a bad slave! No food, and water for three days for you!!!"

[Faiyloe]

Varta just bearly able to keep her laughter down to a dull roar. She was doubled over in her set and tears of laughter rold down her face. "Oh haaahahaaa oh ow, stop, you haaaha ahhaaa, *gasp* ow haha oh stop stop, the torture,"

[Cornflower MM]

Of course, all of that only made Bryant laugh harder, and h was rollng, clutching his stomach with tears streaming down his face.

[Dannflower Reguba]

       Ervoyce was in a tree a decent distance from Redwalls walls. A tree that towered above many others, and provided a good line of sight into the object of his watch. Redwall Abbey, a place of peace and prosperity now drenched in the stench of vermin. The black squirrel was doing some maintenance on his blade. He checked its' sheen, making sure he could see the defining scar on his face. It was a scar that almost nobeast saw, like all the others. This one was different though, it had given him many pseudonyms up North. It was the symbol of the very thing that made him what he was before he met the Redwallers. He stopped focusing on the ripping discoloration in his eye, he could feel the days of old, see the blood of times long gone, smell the burning and the death... And most of all, he could hear them.... He could hear the screams of those left to a monster of untold terror, a heartless beast that could not be stopped by stave or by blade. He looked away from the blade, the scar was there all right.

      He hopped down the branches, landing next to two cloaked figures. Nodding, Ervoyce addressed them briefly in their language, "Riptide, Bleak... You know the situation." With that, he flicked his head towards the Abbey. The situation he spoke of was the vermin's horde, more specifically their rising numbers. The solution? Fear... And fear was the business of these otters. As they parted ways, the squirrel rubbed his forehead. He had a headache coming on, and with it came a barely noticeable blue ring on the outskirts of his silver eyes.

[rachel25]

Ushen looked down his nose at the two. "I command you to stop this foolishness at once! I WANT MY PEACHES!"
Out of the corner of his eye, Ushen could just see Arya, he couldn't see what she was doing though.


OOC: Dan, I was thinking. Since the Torrent, and Redwallers have basically been quite successful when fighting the horde recently. Maybe it would bring good tension to the story if some of them, (only a few) got caught in a trap, and were killed. That would stir the Redwallers up to maybe a full on fight. Also, everyone, where are the Redwallers getting their food? There's been no talk of farming, and if they did try to farm, the vermin would find them, and kill them. Maybe another tension could be that their running out of food.   

[Cornflower MM]

Arya had walked into the dining room, and was puzzled. Ushen was saying something about peaches. Bryant was rolling on the floor lau8ghing so hard he was crying. Vatra was also crying with laughter. She shrugged, and made her way over to a corner, sat down, and realized that instead ofg oatmeal, she had grabbed a bowl of meadowcream. And there was an angry cook heading her way.

[rachel25]

Ushen saw that Arya had also stolen the meadowcream. Bryant was still rolling around though, and Ushen sniffed disdainfully, and sat back down, and began eating. But he kept doing silly faces at Bryant between, and sometimes during mouthfuls.

[Cornflower MM]

Bryant's chuckles hadf subsided a bit, when he got up off the floor and saw Arya being dragged by her ear by an angry mouse cook, who was holding the bowl of meadowcream. Then he sat in his chair and started laughing again,pretending it was at Ushen's faces.

[Faiyloe]

OOC: Well for one thing the forest if a wonderful source of food. they can forage for most of there food but you are right food is not as easy to come by.

BIC:

Vatra had not laughed this much in seasons if it had not been for the fact that every laughing breath ripped painfully at her shoulder and robbed her lungs of breath she would have wanted to go on laughing like this till the end of time. It kept the demons at bay. Soon she got partial control of her self bu stuffing a scone in her mouth however this was short lived. suppressing giggles and her mouth full of food she saw Arya across the room being dragged away by the cook a bowl of accidentally pilfered meadow cream in her paws and she burst out laughing again and had to spit the food out in to a napkin so that she didn't choke.

[rachel25]

Ushen noticed the two of them looking at something behind him. He turned around in his chair, and when he saw Arya being dragged of by the ear, like a naughty young one, he lost it too.

[Cornflower MM]

Arya was the color of a beet as she was dragged. It really didn't help that Bryant, Vatra, and Ushen were laughing at her.

[Faiyloe]

"Oh stop, stop, crewel torture," She sobbed out threw painful fits of laughter and all her efforts to stop failed even threw Arya's plight. For once it starts it is nigh impossible to halt it's sway on ones merry mind till it has had its way and run it's cores out, weary of it's gay frivolity, leaving its victim in silence once more. But this had not yet come to pass and Vatra could no longer wait for it to come to an end naturally. She got to her feet and left the room. Standing in the hall alone she was finally able to control herself, The laughter subsided to a contented giggle. She could not go back in and really she no longer wanted to. Instead she made her way to find something productive she could do to keep her busy and to not go mad from inactivity. She had been confined to bed for the past four days with little to nothing to do and she would not tolerate another second of it.   

[rachel25]

Ushen, with tears running down his face, (and who was beyond hysterical now) saw Vatra leave. She obviously couldn't take anymore.

[Cornflower MM]

After having her head smacked quite a few times with a wooden spoon and a bowl of oatmeal slapped into her paws,  Arya was redder than a beetroot, and quietly set the oatmeal down and fled. Not really paying attention, she dashed out of Brockhall, wiping tears of embarrassment from her eyes.