What's Happening?

[Faiyloe]

Faiyloe sat down next to Rosie across from Skarzs and watched him eat as she tried to hid her amused smile. When the chubby hare spoke up she couldn't hold it in anymore and let out a whoop of laughter worthy of Hon Rosie. She clapped her paws over her mouth to try and stifle it but failed as she continued to laugh uncontrollably.

[Rosie Willowwater]

Rosie, always trying to come across nice to everyone, scowled at Faiyloe for laughing at Skarzs. After all, It wasn't his fault that he was taller and larger than both of them combined."Hey, I can ask the cooks for more if you would like"  she remarked smiling sympathetically and trying not to sound snooty. 

[LT Sandpaw]

Continuing along the river, after a short time to recover from the shock, Sandpaw discovered a dusty path running north and south. Naturally wanting to go south Sandpaw happily set off along the path, glad that something was finally looking up. His theory about civilization had been correct, it would take more then crazy foxes, rats, or shrews to build a proper path like this.

As he walked Sandpaw started to whistle a tune jauntily, though he couldn't remember where he'd heard it, or what its name was. It was oddly familiar, and fun to whistle so he kept it up, occasionally clicking his claws. Unbeknown to him he was whistling to the tune Yankee Doodle, and he was coming up behind a group of creatures also traveling south. Though he hadn't seen the travelers yet, they were sure to hear him.

OOC: Sorry for the delay Sky. He's coming up on Group 1.

[The Skarzs]

  Skarzs smiled and shook his head as Faiy laughed. In a way it was pretty funny.
  "Oh, no, it's fine, Rosie. There's other food." He reached for an apple but it was quickly snatched by another hare. ". . . If I'm allowed to eat it, of course. I'll take that," he said, quickly grabbing a pawful of scones. "So. . . No new memories?"

[Faiyloe]

Faiyloe pulled herself together and began nibbling at her roll, "Well no real memories, but I keep getting these odd feelings like I am about to remember or that something is off but then it is gone," She said and then shrugged. She had finished her roll and was now slowly picking away at the fruit on her plate.

[Dotti Dillworthy]

"Let's rob the feast, Amadeus Thymepaw, y'ole gaffer!"

Dotti was struggling through the mass of hares to join Skarzs, Faiy and Rosie in their feast. She was trying to get to the table where the three feasted, just to challenge them to the contest called the scoffing competition. She scuttled to the table along with her newfound fellow called Amadeus Thymepaw and his mischievous gang. Facing the three, she greeted them, confidence evident in her face.

"Sorry for blinkin' lateness, chaps. May I challenge ye to the scoffing competition, wot? The one who can scoff all those vittles wins! Let's begin!"
With that, she began to demolish a plateful of scones and, in a short time, the plate was wiped clean save a few crumbs. Amadeus did the same a short distance away from her, snatching a pawful of vittles from other hares to wolf them down with great gusto.

[Rosie Willowwater]

Rosie was just about to tell Faiyloe about her minute progress in memory when a strange looking hare sat down next to her and challenged her to something she called a 'scoffing competition'."Oh, Excuse me I'll have to decline that challenge" she remarked, trying to sound as civilised as possible.

[Dotti Dillworthy]

The haremaid, having finished her last scone, glanced at Rosie with a smirk barely trying to stifle. "It's alright, ol' gel. Enjoy your feast!" Her smug grin rectified, but mingled with contempt as Amadeus snatched at an instant the hedgehog maid's plateful of vittles.

Dotti turned to him, scolding, "Don't blinkin' do that, that's bally too unrespectful for the guest." Her glance switched to the hedgehog. "Apologies, gel, that naughty ol' chap Amadeus has a nose for jolly trouble, wot?" She proceeded to gobble down an apple pie.

[Rosie Willowwater]

"Oh no problem miss, he can have the rest even," She said passing the plate to Amadeus "And if you don't mind my asking, who exactly are you?"
Rosie then realized how many eyes were staring at their odd little group they had gathered and her blushing thickened.

[Dotti Dillworthy]

The haremaid, still wearing a smug smirk on her face, watched as the lanky young male hare made comical gestures at his long ears for a gallant introduction.

"Amadeus Thymepaw at y'service, ol' gel, wot! A nice pleasure meetin' ya!" he grabbed the hedgehog maid's paw for a handshake. "And what are we goin' to call ye, spiky chap?"

[Lady Ashenwyte]

"Do you hear that?" Ashenwyte said, "Please be quiet, everyone. I think somebeast approaches."

[Rosie Willowwater]

Feeling more and more childlike Rosie stood up and grabbed the young hare's hand. "That my kind sir, is confidential information" She said bowing, and waltzed over to the food table, smiling at all the still staring faces.

[Aimless Gallivanter]

"Do you hear that?" Ashenwyte said, "Please be quiet, everyone. I think somebeast approaches."

Galli wasnt talking, but she stilled and listened. Sure enough, there seemed to be footsteps nearby.

[The Skarzs]

  Skarzs was pretty sure he would be able to eat more than the hares could, but he didn't care for a competition like that in the morning. "Dotti, you seem to be adjusting well here," he said, defending his plate of food from enemy paws. "Enjoying yourself?"

[Dotti Dillworthy]

Dotti swallowed her chewed food before replying, "Well, I'm still strugglin' like a newborn leveret mentally, but I'm doin' pretty well so far." She looked up to the interiors of the dining room, in awe with all its grandeur and beauty. "And I think Salamandastron's a nice jolly place to call home. I wonder, who made that ol' place, and who's its master?"

But before she could add more inquiry to the cougar, a whole wedge of apple pie was splashed up to the haremaid's face, knocking her flat. In a short time she rose up and found herself staring in contempt with Amadeus, owing to the blame of that pie obstacle hurl. The young male hare grinned sheepishly and said, "It was ol' gel Tirzah who made it! I didn't throw that blinkin' pie, wot!"