The Epic of The Golden Tomb

[Unimaginative]

" 'Tis fine," said Garin, waving his paw about airily. "The fire was on the lower levels, wasn't it? Did yeh see who put it out?

[Delthion]

"No, it was in the attic." said Onoirath disregarding the second question, not sure whether Saerilla would want him to tell Garin. He then turned to go back into the inn and make sure that everything was secure.

[Cornflower MM]

"What am I, dirt?" Arya quietly muttered.

[Dannflower Reguba]

       Saerilla almost went into cardiac arrest when Garin asked about the fire. She breathed a very low sigh of hopeful, cautious relief as the beast that had found her seemingly dropped the question. She had been listening so intently that her ears easily picked up what Arya said. Being the squirrel that she was, she couldn't resist an answer, "No silly, you're squirrel,though I can see where somebeast could go wrong if they went only off of color." She then proceeded to realize that no normal beast could've possibly picked up the mutterings of another fifteen feet away.... And that even if they could, they wouldn't care anyway. The previous welcoming grin she had while talking quickly morphed into a sheepish smile as she made a sudden about-face and walked, perhaps a little too quickly, back into the inn.

[Cornflower MM]

Arya pricked up one ear, then quickly said, "Excuse me." Then she followed the strange squirrel back into the inn. "Excuse me!" She called.

[Delthion]

Onoirath heard a voice calling after them, not knowing who she was calling he said in reply: "Yes?"

[Cornflower MM]

"Sorry, dearie, not you." Arya replied, still trying to get to the other squirrel.

[Gwen A. Mouse]

Emilaya watched in amazement as, shortly after a squirrel ran upstairs with a bucket, the fire stopped. Just stopped. "Blimey," she breathed softly. Then a possum approached her, looking rather grumpy.

"Wot inna bloody 'ellgates jus' 'appened?  You know who started the fire?"

Emilaya shook her head. "No idea. I was just leaving when I saw the flames."

((OOC: Her question just made me think of this song (1:05-1:20)- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6POmPgeLW2U))

[Delthion]

Onoirath continued into the inn not sure of what he was doing, just trying to get away from the questions of Garin. He still didn't know whether Saerilla wanted her secret told if it was a secret at that. He also was unaware of why the squirrel who came in with Garin was following them. He slowed slightly letting the squirrel say whatever she wanted to say to Saerilla in private.

[Unimaginative]

Garin wasn't about to let Onoirath go that easy, especially since he seemed to be hiding something. "Onoirath, are yeh sure yeh didn't see who put out the fire?"

[Dannflower Reguba]

       Saerilla felt as though she'd been put in a pressure cooker, she was being collapsed in on from all sides at the same time. She knew all too well that she had nowhere to run without giving away even more, so she slowed to a stop. Arya was on top of her in mere moments, and though she'd tried to stay calm, the rush of panic had brought out a hereditary stammer as she turned to speak, "Y-yes? Can ah-I  he... help you?" Try as she might, she couldn't make eye contact, and her paws fidgeted incessantly.

[Cornflower MM]

"Hey, calm down." Arya said quietly, and calmly, in a friendly tone. "I just wanted to know how you heard me. But if you don't ant to tell me, that's fine. I'm Arya Brushtail, by the way."

[Delthion]

Oroinath accidentally overhearing most of the conversation, but also hearing Garin with his question. He quickly answered; "No, the fire was out by the time I got up there." Then hurried to catch up to Saerilla and Arya; "I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but overhear your name, and I just noticed that I haven't told you or Garin mine. It's Oroinath."

[Cornflower MM]

Arya sighed. "Yes, yes. Now, can you not see I'm trying to have a conversation with another beast?!" She said, scathingly.

[Dannflower Reguba]

       Saerilla tried desperately to calm herself, but considering that she was perspiring just from anxiety, she'd be stammering for awhile, "U-uh.... I uh.... I g-guess.... we-well." She was stuck between the hypothetical rock and hard place, she wanted to be honest to the considerate beast speaking to her, but that would open up a potential point for pride. The problem was which standpoint was she willing to put in peril? Humility was important, but honesty was irreplaceable. That settled it, sighing again, the golden-furred squirrel spoke quietly, "Ah-I know the w-ways of th-that which yiie.. you hear." The fidgeting had toned down, though she was still struggling to look Arya in the eyes for more than a half-a-second.