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Cuimhin Waveripple
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Date Posted: 16:00:46 01/12/03 Sun
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Cuimhin Waveripple (aka Longlegs G. Swiftfoot)
's message, "...." on 03:26:00 12/17/02 Tue
Deripe sprawled across an overstuffed couch, lazily flicking his blue-grey eyes around the room. Quixia was curled up by the fire, dozing calmly. The hare hoped feverently that Sister Feralin would delay her arrival until after dark. His wishes were not to be. Glancing out a window, he saw the good Sister opening the east wicker gate, the one which they planned to leave by. Deripe flung open a window on the opposite side of the gatehouse, seized the haversacks and muttered urgently to his otterfriend.
"Hurry, she's coming back! We'll have to cut through the lawns towards the west wicker gate. She's at the east one."
Quixia nodded, wide awake. She cannoned out of the window with a powerful spring, ducking into an acrobatic somersault as she rolled to the side. Deripe hurled her haversack out to her, jumping down from the windowsill. He shouldered his pack, stealing silently along the wallshadow towards the west gate. Suddenly, he crashed into a dark form. He looked up, meeting the black eyes of his father.
"And where do y'think yore bally well off to, eh? Some harebrained game, I s'pose." Shunto Flightleap ruffled his ears affectionately. Deripe angled his body so that his father could not see the stolen hatchet, but not quick enough. Shunto narrowed his eyes, gripping his son by the shoulders and turning him around. "A haversack, me ole hatchet an' yore mother's sabre! Wot in th' name o' Hellgates are y' doin' with tha--"
Deripe suddenly twisted roughly out of his father's grasp, tearing after Quixia, who had the sense to bound across the slippery, icy lawns and towards the gate. The otter fumbled with the locks, her icy-numb paws feeling like lead as she panicked.
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