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Date Posted: 04:41:11 12/22/02 Sun
In reply to:
Cuimhin Waveripple (aka Longlegs G. Swiftfoot)
's message, "...." on 03:26:00 12/17/02 Tue
A sharp stinging pain landed on his forearm as he sat bolt upright, Vulpuz and the kingdom of Hellgates vanishing as he opened his eyes wide in surprise. Brother Reggan was standing over him, a wooden cane in one paw. Deripe avoided the vole's stern expression, rubbing his paw ruefully.
"Master Flightleap, daydreaming again, eh?"
"More like a daymare..." The hare muttered shakily, managing to dodge a swipe from the cane.
"Was that cheek, young hare? Off to th' kitchens with you, snappy now!" Brother Reggan gave him a final whack to the backside as he jumped to his feet and loped off. Quixia waited until the strict old Brother was focused on another individual before dashing off after her rebellious friend.
Deripe scrubbed a pot as he held a muttered conversation with Quixia, mischevious glee etched on both their features. "I'm going to leave. Tonight."
The otter ducked behind a large flour sack as several moles trundled past, dodging the query which usually reached the ears of the youngsters. "Hurr, b'ain't you'm have Abbey skool, young'un?" The biggest of the three, Foremole Mullcher, nodded to Deripe as Quixia remained hidden.
"Brother Reggan excused me t'do some good deeds for Friar Kench." Deripe did a small bow, turning back to his work so the kindly mole could not see the huge grin pasted across his face. Mullcher nodded approvingly, shuffling into a jog to catch up with her companions.
Deripe finished explaining his plan to Quixia, hurriedly. Setting the dirty pots and dishes down, the two leapt up the large Abbey stairs, towards Deripe's bunk in the dormitories. He gathered up his belongings, stuffing them into his old haversack as Quixia slung her sack of stuff over one shoulder, the soft thunk of an otter javeling evident. Strapping on his mother's sabre and tucking his dad's hatchet into the back of his belt, he peeked out of the door. Silence. But it was broad daylight...they couldn't have that! Deripe heaved a small sigh of frustration and beckoned Quixia over.
"Where can we hide?"
The otter tapped her rudder behind her thoughtfully. "The gatehouse! Young Sister Feralin is out collecting wildflowers for dinner tonight. We'll hide ourselves there, after a quick trip to the larders for supplies." Deripe smiled at his otterfriend, admiring her quick thinking.
The two stole down into the kitchens again, barely noticed amid the bustle of activity which usually preceded a meal. The hare loaded himself up with flasks of drink and light food, while Quixia filled her bag with heavier vittles. They took a small side door into the orchard, dodging busy Abbeybeasts and squabbling dibbuns before locking themselves in the gatehouse, awaiting nightfall.
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