Post by Skipper on Dec 23, 2008 13:40:50 GMT -5
It was a fine autumn morn. A light, chilly breeze swept across the Abbey grounds, an unmistakable forewarning of the coming winter. Most of the abbeydwellers remained within the comfortable, warm confines of Redwall Abbey, while others ventured outside to complete chores or run errands, their fur chilled by the sporadic ebb and flow of the winds.
Settled high above the grounds, the attics of the Abbey were rarely visited on such days as this, due to their utter lack of warmth. Strangely, though, it was this very lack that compelled Skipper Tydesong to visit frequently these attic spaces. Born a Highlander, Skipper wasn't one to be bothered by the cold. The otter cheiftan had decided today that he would do nothing as best he could, and what better place to not do something than the library? It was not likely that anybeast would chance a venture into the cold air of the library, which was, therefore, the perfect place to stay if one wished not to be disturbed. Skipper had tried the roof in which the Sparra had once lived, but a peculiar smell had settled into the empty nests that prevented anybeast from remaining for longer than a few minutes.
The otter reclined in a soft chair, allowing his mind to wander freely as he tried to relax. There was something bothering him, though, and although he didn't know what the source of this anxiety was, he was nagged by a constant urge to move, to act, to do something. But on account of having hurried hither and thither for the past week, working as hard as his body would allow him, all due to the same anxiety that bit at his conscience now, Skip had promised himself a day of doing nothing so as to keep from overworking. Still, he felt that something wasn't right about the skies. Mossflower was acting restless, and something about it seemed unsettled. It was as though all of nature were forewarning the Abbey of the approach of something far more chilling than Winter.
((This is just to waste some time before Redwall is conquered. After the Fall, there will be little or no place for laid-back threads, so I figured that I may as well take advantage of the tranquility of the Abbey while we still have it.
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Settled high above the grounds, the attics of the Abbey were rarely visited on such days as this, due to their utter lack of warmth. Strangely, though, it was this very lack that compelled Skipper Tydesong to visit frequently these attic spaces. Born a Highlander, Skipper wasn't one to be bothered by the cold. The otter cheiftan had decided today that he would do nothing as best he could, and what better place to not do something than the library? It was not likely that anybeast would chance a venture into the cold air of the library, which was, therefore, the perfect place to stay if one wished not to be disturbed. Skipper had tried the roof in which the Sparra had once lived, but a peculiar smell had settled into the empty nests that prevented anybeast from remaining for longer than a few minutes.
The otter reclined in a soft chair, allowing his mind to wander freely as he tried to relax. There was something bothering him, though, and although he didn't know what the source of this anxiety was, he was nagged by a constant urge to move, to act, to do something. But on account of having hurried hither and thither for the past week, working as hard as his body would allow him, all due to the same anxiety that bit at his conscience now, Skip had promised himself a day of doing nothing so as to keep from overworking. Still, he felt that something wasn't right about the skies. Mossflower was acting restless, and something about it seemed unsettled. It was as though all of nature were forewarning the Abbey of the approach of something far more chilling than Winter.
((This is just to waste some time before Redwall is conquered. After the Fall, there will be little or no place for laid-back threads, so I figured that I may as well take advantage of the tranquility of the Abbey while we still have it.
)