Post by luryaa on Feb 25, 2011 14:07:06 GMT -5
"A little sincerity is a deadly thing, and a lot of it is absolutely fatal."
-Oscar Wilde-----------------------------------------------------------
Luryaa skipped quietly through the hallway, monitoring the changes. She had both paws wrung behind her back, squeezing them at intervals. She was wearing her signature short white tunic with white rope belt and laced sandals. Slowing to a leisurely walk she let her paws fall back to her sides, stretching them. She felt kind of watched, what with all the eyes around despite her being here her whole life, and she flipped up the hood of her swirling dark green cloak. Despite her large feet, being a squirrel and all, she made her way quite stealthily along the Redwall Abbey walls toward the library.
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Luryaa slowed in the library, quietly stepping into the big room with its dark shelves filled to the brim with thick recording books, parchment scrolls, fantasy and history writings. She was in love with the place. Sighing and bringing in the undisturbed air to her lungs, Luryaa finally settled into an intricately carved maple wood chair, allowing her chin to slip into her rough cupped paws and lose herself staring away.
The window looked like a labyrinth, what with all the pathways and seperate mazes the rain was carving down the dusty slide. Storm clouds rolled in on the horizon, spewing forks of lightning into the rising hillside. Redwallers walked in and out, filing through the cases. Indeed, one little mole Dibbun clambered up onto a stool next to her and watched her for a while, following her gaze to the window. Luryaa had shaken herself out of the half-trance, paying attention to the mole, who was asking in his thick broughish accent what it was like to be a squirrel. Luryaa smiled at him and started.
"Well, I mean, it's not too different from being anything else, really. Except vermin, of course." She added quickly and continued." You just have to deal with these big feet and the annoying bushy tail." She grasped hold of her tail and waved it in his face. The molebabe stifled a giggle.
Luryaa was warmed inside by the innocent giggles. She laughed softly for a few moments and then the chiming ran out. A tall mouse appeared in the doorway and beckoned to the little mole, who slid off the stool and padded away, pausing only once to look over his shoulder and glance at Luryaa, who smiled at him. The mouse nodded curtly at Luryaa and ushered the Dibbun out of the doorway.
Luryaa sighed and lay her bushy fawn tail over her loose tunic, smiling absently at the storm clouds outside.
Reaching out for a thick leather bound book and flipping through the pages, she felt an inkling of a smile creeping onto her muzzle.
-Oscar Wilde-----------------------------------------------------------
Luryaa skipped quietly through the hallway, monitoring the changes. She had both paws wrung behind her back, squeezing them at intervals. She was wearing her signature short white tunic with white rope belt and laced sandals. Slowing to a leisurely walk she let her paws fall back to her sides, stretching them. She felt kind of watched, what with all the eyes around despite her being here her whole life, and she flipped up the hood of her swirling dark green cloak. Despite her large feet, being a squirrel and all, she made her way quite stealthily along the Redwall Abbey walls toward the library.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Luryaa slowed in the library, quietly stepping into the big room with its dark shelves filled to the brim with thick recording books, parchment scrolls, fantasy and history writings. She was in love with the place. Sighing and bringing in the undisturbed air to her lungs, Luryaa finally settled into an intricately carved maple wood chair, allowing her chin to slip into her rough cupped paws and lose herself staring away.
The window looked like a labyrinth, what with all the pathways and seperate mazes the rain was carving down the dusty slide. Storm clouds rolled in on the horizon, spewing forks of lightning into the rising hillside. Redwallers walked in and out, filing through the cases. Indeed, one little mole Dibbun clambered up onto a stool next to her and watched her for a while, following her gaze to the window. Luryaa had shaken herself out of the half-trance, paying attention to the mole, who was asking in his thick broughish accent what it was like to be a squirrel. Luryaa smiled at him and started.
"Well, I mean, it's not too different from being anything else, really. Except vermin, of course." She added quickly and continued." You just have to deal with these big feet and the annoying bushy tail." She grasped hold of her tail and waved it in his face. The molebabe stifled a giggle.
Luryaa was warmed inside by the innocent giggles. She laughed softly for a few moments and then the chiming ran out. A tall mouse appeared in the doorway and beckoned to the little mole, who slid off the stool and padded away, pausing only once to look over his shoulder and glance at Luryaa, who smiled at him. The mouse nodded curtly at Luryaa and ushered the Dibbun out of the doorway.
Luryaa sighed and lay her bushy fawn tail over her loose tunic, smiling absently at the storm clouds outside.
Reaching out for a thick leather bound book and flipping through the pages, she felt an inkling of a smile creeping onto her muzzle.