04:33 AM

Jarril knocks upon [Dotty]'s Dorm.

Dotty shouts "Come in!" from Salamandastron: Dotty's Dormitory

Salamandastron: Dotty's Dormitory(#187562RA)
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This is one of the dormitories of the mountain of Salamandastron.  The
room is sparsely furnished, the perilous hare that inhabits it no doubt
too busy to have time to collect many things.  A small oak table is on one
side of the room with four chairs made of cherry wood sitting around it.
Against the opposite wall sits a mattress, barely more than a sturdy
rectangular sack of carefully stuffed with hay.  Another oaken door rather
near the bed leads off to a small closet.
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                  Visible Exits:
[Out] to Hallway

Dotty look sup from her seat at the table, and smiles at Jarril. "Ello, there!  How are you?" she gestures to the seat across from her, "Ave a seat!

Jarril nods slowly as he pads into the room slowly and looks about, seeing that it's just the same in most cases as his own dormitory.  "Oh I am doing spifflingly good."  He moves to one of the seats and turns it around with a slight rubbing on the floor sound and sits down.  "And you?"

Dotty shrugs, setting the dirk she was polishing back into it's sheath. "The same, mostly." she clips the dirk onto her belt, and turns back to Jarril, "Any news with attacking those vermin at the Abbey? Or any movement for that matter?

Jarril shakes his head.  "Lord Bludstripe has already left a while back ta head there."  Moving his paw to the back of his neck.  "Looks like we missed the show."  Glancing towards the window he shrugs and turns his head back again.  "Only thing we can do I suppose if make sure he has a mountain ta come back ta, wot."  He looks at his belt and makes a small frown being weaponless and shakes that expression off his face.  "That's all I could find out, sorry if it's not what ya wanted ta hear though."

Dotty shakes her head, a smile on her face, "Don' worry. Didn't really expect you to 'ave any news.

Jarril rolls his eyes.  "Well, you're value in me is wonderful."  Smiling as he knows that you are speaking the truth, being new and all.

Dotty laughs at his sarcastic gesture, "No! No!" she laughs again, "That's now it...it's just that no one aroun' here seems to be ready to go down to the Abbey...

Jarril laughs for a moment.  "Oh I think I am ready.  But don't know what a runner can do though ta help.  I ain't a fighter, wot.  Although I could run around a few of them lotsa times and leave you lot a easy dizzy target ta run through."  He leans back in his chair and relaxes a bit more, his voice sounding different as though he's comfortable and not stammering or sounding like he's a new recruit.

Dotty smiles at the image in her mind, and looks at Jarril. "I s'pose you're right, though. I /do/ run..but I am also a fighter." she looks around her mostly bare room...only a few furnishings make it a recognizable room. "Would y'like something t'eat? Or drink?

Jarril ear perks up and he nods a few times.  "Don't mind if I say so myself.  Glad the vermin haven't cotton onto our love for food or they have beaten us ages ago."  He smiles and looks about.  "Got any food up here or is this another.  Raid the kitchens and get out alive if ya can, thing?"

Dotty stands, and goes to a satchel laying on her bed. "I 'ave a bit o'grub in ere...leftover from lunch, wot! Snatched it up when the others weren't lookin.'" she chuckles, and tosses him an apple, and takes out one for herself. "There's more if ya'd like, or we can go down to the kitchens later." she rummages around in her bag a bit more, and then pulls out a flask full of water. She walks back to the table, apple and flask in hand, and puts the flask on the table. "Elp yourself.

Jarril catches the apple and winks a eye.  "I say, I really do like ya style, wot.  Good show in grabbing food, especially from those packs of hungry hares down there."  He pauses and takes a bite from the apple.  "Even me ta be honest.  I am my own worse enemy for snatching and scoffing my own food before I even take a look at it and appreciate what I am eating sometimes."

Dotty laughs a bit, swallowing the bit she had just taken from her apple before she does so. If her crazy old aunt taught her anything...it was manners. "Well, thankee kindly, sah. Y'sound a bit like meself, actually." she grins at him, and takes another bite of her apple.

Jarril smiles.  "You don't say?  What part of me is more ta ya liking?"  He takes another bite from his apple and licks his lips slightly from the juice that lingers there.  "And please.  Just call me Jarril.  I ain't no bally officer or Colonel or whatever yet."

Dotty grins, "Don' worry...jus' habit that I call ya sah. I grew up with me aunt anuncle. They were crazy 'bout manners an the like. Don' take it personally, wot!" she takes a sip from the flask, and pulls her legs up underneath of her, "Y'jus remind me o'meself in the way that...oh...it's hard to explain.." she smiles, biting her apple again...as if symbolizing her end of talking.

Jarril headtilts and takes a large bite from his apple and carefully spits out some of the seeds into his paw and gets up slowly, throwing them out of the window and pads back, still chewing.  "Oh, how so?"  Sitting down again as he pops the last bit of the apple and cork and chews it.

Dotty look sto the ceiling for inspiration...it's an old habit....and then turns back to him, "Oh, I dunno. Maybe it's jus' the way we both seem to be nice enough...but let us get the chance to scoff some food for ourselves...though, I s'pose that's most hares," she chuckles, setting her apple core down on the table.

Jarril grins and nods his head.  "Perhaps we just came ta the mountain at the same time and were attracted ta each other for bally conversation and friendship since we both know what we're both going through right now?"  He raises a brow.  "You think I am correct in that?"

Dotty smiles, and shakes her head, "Aye...aye, I s'pose so. You seem very correct in that assumption. Then consider this a friendship ffrom here on out."

Jarril nods and holds out a paw.  "So be it, Dotty.  Let's hope we're placed in the same patrol, wot!"

Dotty brings her paw out, and shakes his. "Let us hope!"

Jarril nods as he shakes the paw and smiles.  "Very, very true."  He releases the paw and chuckles.  "Enjoying yourself here now, I mean?"  He pauses.  "I still think of home but I don't think my pata or mother would like ta see me come back.  Both long patrol hares I think.  Met here themselves and got hitched up."  He smiles.  "Long before this mountain got taken over by vermin though."

Dotty shifts in her seat, and thinks for a bit, "It's nice enough here, I s'pose. I really do like it. My mother and pata met here as well...but they both died in battle together. When I was real little, though. I don' remember them much." she shrugs, going back to her conversation, "Actually, I'm named after me great, grweat, great, great, an' so on...granmum Dotti. She was one o' the first long patrollers. Wish I could've known her, I do." she smiles, and pulls her legs out from underneath of her...they're starting to cramp up.

Jarril nods.  "Aye, I remember ya telling me about her a few weeks back."  He smiles broadly.  "Glad ta know that we have someone from a experienced line of longpatrol hares with us."  He thinks for a moment.  "I think my family name goes back ta that time as well but we weren't that well known.  Fleetpaw was the name, doncha know.  Something I have ta try and find out from whatever records are here I suppose.  I think someone in our family used Fleetpaw as a first name but can't remember which bally hare that did ta be honest with ya."

Dotty laughs, "Aye...I think I know that name...hmm...it sounds familiar," she picks up her core, and walks over to the window, and she throws it hard, watching it sail down to the ocean. She walks back to her seat, and sits down, looking at Jarril, "How old are ya?

Jarril replies back.  "Just turned 9 seasons old.  Still a young hare doncha know.  Hoping ta get ta a nice old age and become a colonel or something like that, vermin or corsairs permitting."

Dotty laughs, her lavendar eyes shining, "Don' worry....you'll live t'see me sittin' in my rockin' chair. ... I'm 9 seasons as well...I'll be 10 seasons in one season.

Jarril grins and nods.  "I can't see ya in a rocking chair ta be honest.  Probably out there with a stick, whacking younger hares away from ya cooking and all."  He smiles on that vision in his head.

Dotty grins, imagining it as well, and agreeing silently that that does sound like her, "You're probably right, wot!"

Jarril laughs.  "I know I am.  I probably be around and try ta steal things as well.  Then there be two old hares running about with a walking stick slowly."  He shakes his head and bursts out laughing.  "Oh that's just so bally well wrong, wot!"

Dotty laughs alongside of him, clutching at her stomach, "I'm sorry, Jar! I jus' can't imagine you as....old!

Jarril falls out of his chair and rolls about.  "Yeah, me all fat and wearing a monocle and telling the young leverets.  'In my old days we did this wot wot wot wot wot!"

Dotty cracks up again, "You? Fat? Monocle?" she laughs again, falling off of her chair, trying to stop laughing...but finding it incredibley difficult.

Jarril closes his eyes and lets the tears roll out.  "Aye and ya with ya cooking apron on and holding a thick heavy rolling pin and spectacles."

Dotty rolls onto her back, her whole body shaking with laughter, "Aye! Ya have me close to tears, Jarril!" slowly the laughter subsides, but a grin still plastered onto her face.

Jarril calms down and rolls onto his stomach and lifting his head by both paws, smiles and looks at you.  "Well, better than moping about the place, wot!"  He winks and kicks his footpaws in the air behind him.  "Well, that was fun, nonetheless."  Smiling broadly and really beginning to like this place for the first time.

Dotty nods, smiling happily, "It was, you're right!" she pinches his cheek with a smile, "I'll make sure I don' lose touch with ye, Jarril.