Forbidden Truce ~ Chapter Two, Trust to Ashes.

[Cornflower MM]

Caldroc had caught up to the travelers, and saw that they were in fact Bryony with a small escort. He jumped down from the tree and ran up to Bryony. "Bryony! Bryony, whats going on?" He asked urgently. Bryony smiled, "Caldroc! You're back again!" She said as she flung herself at her husband, who staggered but remained upright. "Bryony. Is everything alright?" He asked gently as he lifted her face up from where it had been buried at his chest. She shook her head no as her eyes started tearing up. He easily picked her up and set off, commanding the squirrels to follow him.

[rachel25]

Donavin leapt up, "Don't you dare!" He shouted at David.

[Faiyloe]

David jumped up onto the sill and said "I promise not to if you put that stuff away and face your problems," He gave him a wink and prepared to jump out the window to roof if Donavin decided not to play along.

[rachel25]

Donavin glared hatred at the squirrel, "If you even think about telling him, I'll skin you alive!"

[Faiyloe]

David winked back at him "Don't worry, my lips are sealed, so long as you keep your end of the bargain," He said jumping down from the sill and over to the door.

[rachel25]

Donavin was about to swear at the little ****, but then he was gone. Donavin looked around, and snorted. He then picked up as many bottles as he could, and tried to descend the stairs.

[Faiyloe]

David stopped and shook his head. He was hopeless. He poked he head round the corner in front of Donavin and said.

"I said to leave that stuff alone, now put it back!" he realized that he was beginning to sound like his mother.  He had really come to this babysitting a drunk otter... He didn't know why he even cared. Then an inkling of gilt scratched at the back of his mind. Yes that was why yet he did not want to admit it even to himself.

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Grace ran out of her house a cloak over her shoulders, after she had told the vole family to help themselves with whatever they needed. She was going to town. 

[rachel25]

"Oh **** off will ya?" Donavin growled, and tried to push past.

[Faiyloe]

David stopped him. " Now you put them back or I'll go right to Orvil and he will make sure that every single bottle will be thrown out the window of your little tower,"  He said with a tone that meant business. "Now march your drunken little rudder back up those stairs,"   

[Cornflower MM]

Caldroc had heard the whole story now, and he sat down in front of a fire, thinking it over. They were back at the Lonel castle, and he'd put Bryony to bed. The squirrel had sensed that Bryony was hiding something, but wasn't going to push. Whenever Bryony was ready to tell him whatever her secret was, he'd listen.

[Faiyloe]

Grace walked threw the town market not far from her village. She walked with purpose not looking left nor right. She was not here to buy goods but information. She walked round back of a neglected shop with faded curtains hanging over all the barred windows and the front door locked. She came round to the back door and knocked. There was an indistinguishable command to enter.

She opened the door and came into a dark room lit only by candle light and the light slipping threw the heavy curtains and under the door.  On a couch of pillows sat and old crone of stoat. Hegara, the crazy soothsayer.  None believed any thing she said and frankly Grace didn't either but one day she had grabbed her arm in the market place and urgently told her that she knew what had happened to her family and that she was the only one that could stop the feud, that it was her destiny. She had ignored her of coarse. Taking her words as the rantings of a crazy old woman. But now she was not so sure. That day in the market she had said "You do not listen, but you will, fire will bring you to my door, you can save us all," 

[rachel25]

Donavin was furious, you wanted to floor that little ****. "Why the hell did Orvil have to come ruin my life here as well!?!"

[Faiyloe]

"Now or I'll tell" David said Turning back to head down the stairs.

[rachel25]

"Your a little ****!" Donavin seethed, and threw down the bottles. They smashed on the stone steps, and alcohol, and glass went everywhere. "Happy?" Donavin scoffed. 

[Faiyloe]

"Yes very," He said with little emotion in his voice to indicate how he felt either way. He then turned and headed down the stars.