12:03 AM

Looking outwards to the infinite span of water flowing up and down far below the mountain top.  It's soothing crashing sounds drift upwards, the major stands with one foot paw resting on a rock, a elbow resting on his thigh and his head resting on his paw.  Some seagulls fly overheard, casting some shadows in the distance.  This is where the hare has been most of the spare time and again today during another meal, deciding not to eat but to think.  Flicking his right ear slightly, he turns his head to the left to change the view slightly.

Silent pawsteps approach the crater, light and agile as they ascend the staircase, a pair of amethyst eyes appear, narrowing slightly under the gentle rays of the sun, she sighs quietly, moving towards the crater edge not far from Jarril but not in his peripherals. Leaning against the natural railing, she peers out to sea, a glimmer of yearning churning in her eyes before she blinks and gazes to the shoreline. Guess there's another who doesn't feel like eating this evening.

Jarril blinks with his only eye left and turns eventually to see Lain in the vicinity and nods.  "Nice evening ta waste scoffing, eh?"  Blinking before he moves a paw up to fix the black eye patch so that it's sitting better on his head and over the sewed up eye and then turns his head back again to look at the sunset beginning to form in the early evening.

Inclining her head slightly at the major's voice, Lain smiles a bit, a soft smile accompanied by a small cloud puff escaping her lips. "Y'can always 'scoff' late', anyway," she replies with a gentle shrug of her shoulders, changing her gaze into the direction of the dunes. Having noted the movement of Jarril's paw, Lain glances at him and shrugs. "'M not scared by it," she murmurs, "...I've seen worse, y'know."

Jarril blinks and turns his head back to where Lain is and replies back.  "No, no.  I was just making it a bit more comfortable that's all.  The wind makes it hurt a bit if it gets in, doncha know."  Going quiet again, he looks out.  "So, how are the injured since the war?  Recovering I hope?"

Raising an eyebrow at Jarril's question, Lain gives a quiet shrug and leans forward against the crater edge. "Hmm...not terrible, I suppose. I haven't really been able to tend to them yet..." she drifts off quietly, plucking a pebble from the ground and tossing it between her paws idly. "How's the wound healin'?" she asks, turning the topic of discussion slightly.

Jarril shrugs and replies back.  "I be in pain all the time now, comes with the wound I suppose.  Still see a lot of flashes where my vision was.  Like coloured lightning.  Quite beautiful sometimes."  Smiling.  "Although the potion mix that I use in my tea works to help."

Nodding to the Major's reply, Lain sighs, pushing away from the edge and clambouring onto a boulder nearby. "Don't put too much of that potion in though..." she warns quietly from her perch, looking sharply up as a shriek of a seagull is heard overhead. Smiling at the gull, she watches it fly off with its fellow mates slowly growing smaller as the distance increases.

Jarril smirks.  "Yes mommy."  Looking at the waves below.  "How's the colonel's leveret?"  Turning to face Triss now with a look.  "I briefly saw her with it before the battle."

Raising an eyebrow at the mention of Zoe's daughter, Lain turns to the Major, a slight chuckle escaping her as she looks shyly away. "Miette's alright. Growin' up to be a true terror, I reck'n," she says, looking up again, quickly brushing away a strand of hair from her eyes and giving an exhilarated sigh as she scans the landscape surrounding the mountain.

Jarril nods.  "Leveret's always are.  Not that long ago that I was one really."  Smiling on that one as thoughts of home up north float into his head.  Mumbling to himself.  "Should ask for leave ta go see them again."

Raising an eyebrow yet again at Jarril's comment, Lain chuckles, leaning back and supporting herself with her paws outstretched behind her back. "Let's hope she doesn't grow up to be a real terror like me," she remarks with a wink to the Major, tilting her head at the setting sun.

Turning his head around to face Lain, Jarril nods his head.  "Well, all hares are terrors in their own right.  Hence we keep on winning wars against those that want to destory freedom or want our so called treasure."  Jarril laughs.  "What would we need with treasure anyways?  It's just a stupid vermin dream that thought up one day."

Oh, stupid vermin dreams...well, here comes a proponent for at least some of that. Farren's approach is anything but silent, as she has to again contend with the annoyance of ascending stairs on her crippled ankle. Thus, she can be heard long before she actually comes into view. "Bloody mountain jus' has to have stairs...couldn' live on the groun' like natural beasts..." She settles for coming up the way she usually does; on all fours. Much easier that way.

Supplying a slight smirk to accompany Jarril's laugh, Lain leans forwards again, pulling her knees close to her chest and shrugging. "I jus' don't think it's worth takin' a life for, that's all," she comments softly, frowning a bit before letting her attentions become distracted by the anticipation of a beautiful sunset.

Jarril ears twitch, he turns around, see's the marten and then hmphs and returns his gaze back to Lain again.  "Well, we're not the ones that start trouble.  It's those greedy lot, wot."

Farren scampers up the last few steps. She pulls herself upright with an awkward hop and hobble, and then eyes the truly amazing view with a slack jawed expression. And, as per usual, her thoughts are expressed with an awed, "Bloody 'ell..."

Shrugging casually, Lain sighs, giving up the argument for now but keeping her own thoughts to herself. It's better just agreeing than arguing sometimes. Turning at the sound of an all too familiar, "Bloody 'ell..." she swivels her ear to the marten and then follows the line of vision from Farren, a small knowing smirk appearing on her face.

Jarril doesn't say anything to the marten at all and ignores her completely for the time being.  His ears flinch slightly as he looks out at the slowly dropping sun making the sea orange and red, his fur lighting up on fire to anyone that is looking at him from behind him.

Farren grins in return. "'Ey," she greets. Lain, at least, she recognizes. Jarril is an unknown, but that doesn't seem to bother her much at all. "What're you lot out here for?"

And yet another shrug ripples across the haremaid's shoulder, this time in reply to Farren's question. "Not much, just to watch the sunset," Lain answers candidly, sliding her legs into a cross-legged position. "Not so sure 'bout the major though," she adds, glancing at Jarril and then back at the marten.

Jarril gives another look at the marten as he turns around.  "Well, I was waiting ta see if there was anyone bad enough ta chuck over the side."  Padding up towards Farren, the major gives the marten a look with his only eye, the black eye patch staying where it is.  "So be good while ya here, won't ya?"

Farren's grin broadens. She's either intensely naive, or intentionally ignorant. "Sure thing, eh...Major. Whatever that be." She throws a mock salute. "I'll make sure Lain don't do anythin' worthy of chuckin'." Intentionally ignorant, most likely.

Jarril just gives the marten a frown.  "See that ya do.  I be keeping an eye on ya."  Not saying another word, the hare moves off down the stairs, not bothering to wait for another answer from the marten.