09:55 PM
 

Among the Grassland

Here the grass forms itself into a rippling sea of thick leaves, stretching out almost too far to see it's borderline; that is, if you can see over the tall vegetation.  Cool winds, cool breezes, or sometimes only the heat whisks through the silvery-green strands of plant-life.  Blades seem to dance and reach out to tickle the sky itself, though towards one direction the grass seems to thin out a bit.  Dispite this moment of rarity, the grass still seems to stretch out to the horizon itself.

Exits: [N]orthern [G]rasslands, [O]ut into the [G]rasslands, [E]xplore, [B]ack through the [G]rass

Busy moving through the thick grass, Jarril keeps to himself as he runs along quickly from one place to the other and then vanishes from view, popping up again quickly at another point in the field and then dissappearing again to pop up again at another random spot in the field and running off again.  Ear flapping behind him slightly, he goes back down, vanishing from sight.

Rurun steps into the grasslands from where he had been watching this ritual for quite some time eyes moving in slow arcs to try and catch a glimpse of from the uniform he thinks was a major but with little success being completely surrounded by the tall grass but that still does not stop him.

Jarril popping his head up again, the hare spots someone watching him and vanishes back down again quickly.  Popping up a few times in random fashion.  After a few moments, the major breaks the silence beside the other hare.  "Marvelous day for a bit of running, doncha think?"  Side glancing towards the other hare.

Rurun seems only slightly amused by the majors sudden apperance."That it is sir only im not quite used to being the one who is snuck up on."You are very fast if you don't mind me saying so sir."

Jarril nods his head as he looks out towards the long grass.  "Why thank ya.  Runner then?"  Turning to face the other hare.  "Or are ya a fighter?"

Rurun says, "Fighter Rurun Strongblade sir never had a need to run cept to run after the enemy."

Jarril grins.  "Then ya would beat me in battle.  I am a runner.  Best ta sneak up and thwack someone on the head before running away."  The major winks with one eye.  "That or throw a few bally insults there way, that's always a bit of fun, wot."

Rurun says, "I never been to quick with the tongue sir."

Jarril points to his eyepatch.  "Aye, well.  I ended up losing this when I annoyed a horde leader once ta many times and had ta fight him close-paw.  Got split up though.  Don't actually remember how the rascal died however."

Rurun says, "Well i got this from my brother when he betrayed my clan last left now may the sun shine on there souls. As he says this he gestures to the scar on the underside of his chin."Snapped his spine after that.""

Jarril pads out to the grassland and turns his head back towards Rurun.  "I've been hearing rumours about ya though.  Seems that ya managed ta annoy a few in the abbey."  The major starts his leg stretching and bending exercises.

Rurun says, "Ahh always been rumors about me maybe you could tell me the new ones not to many at the abbey are to willing to tell it to my face after hearing about my fight with my brother not to long ago sir. He smiles and watches the major."

Jarril pauses and looks at the hare.  "Well, I see that ya managed ta annoy a otter there and what's this about bringing out ya weapon in the infirmary.  Really bad show there, wot."  The hare gets up and nods his head.  "Think about that one.  Be back in a tick."  Before saying anything else the hare turned and sped off again quietly.

Rurun stays silent with an expression on his face of injured innocence shaking his head mumbling something about the otter shadowbow and rodney.

Not taking too much time to cover a fair distance, the major jumps about and rolls over on the ground vanishing from view again and getting up, he begins his pace back again towards the other hare.  All the time, keeping his eyes flicking side to side in case anything else is about.  Coming to a stop he breathes slightly heavily but not much.  "So, got a answer for me?"

Rurun says, "It was after the fight with my brother i had not cleaned my weapon after the fight being wounded so immediately after i was well enough i took it out placed it on the sheets cleaned then i was asked to put it away for the rest of the time in the infirmary that i did...And the otter shadowbow me an him aint been getting along since he was friends with my now deceased brother."

Jarril nods.  "Ah well, that's for ya ta sort out laddo.  I suppose someone is going ta see ya about this matter and try ta sort it?"  Head tilting slightly.

Rurun says, "Well then there is the issue of me leaving without telling anyone but i heard the conlel is gonna handel that.... But to the others i have been trying to be nicer to sir."

Jarril blinks.  "Leaving ya post.  That's bally not on, lad."  Crossing his arms about his chest.  "Just not on ta scarper without leave, wot."  Shaking his head before stopping.  "Ah well, ya just be glad it's the colonel telling ya off instead of the badger lord."  Giving a wink.

Rurun says, "That i am sir although i would rather not be getting a tellin off if dont mind me saying sir. He lets his smile turn to an emotionless expression. "

Jarril gives a slight frown.  "Sorry, but if ya want ta be in this patrol, then orders should be followed ta the bally letter, wot."  Pausing slightly.  "Besides, every hare gets told off at one time or another and trust me, I got told off once by the badger lord himself and that wasn't pretty.  Ya getting off lightly if I dare say so myself."

Rurun says, "Suppose your right sir nearly left the patrol though to go after the corsars that helped my brother wipe out my clan but i returned when major rahier talked me out of it sir i realized i will get another chance at that besides the patrol has been good to me and i never leave debts. An ta think what my dad would say about me disoybeyin orders if he was still alive came from a milatristsic family sir."

Jarril nods.  "I suspect he be waiting ta whap ya tail about the place once ya get ta the dark forest no doubt."  Grinning.

Rurun says, "No doubt in my mind sir e never spared the rod that one.....Major.....ummmmm sir."

Jarril smiles.  "Ah.  Major Jarril Black Fleetpaw.  That's my name."

Rurun returns the smile but says nothing more.

Jarril moves to go past Rurun.  "Ah well, I have things ta do, so maybe see ya around."  He stops and grins.  "If ya survive the ear bashing.  I know the colonel that ya be seeing.  She's the best boxer about, so don't give her lip, wot."  Without saying another word, the major walks off.

Rurun says, "Trust me sir i heard her rep i may of been the best boxer in the clan but not stupid. He calls this after him with an added sir."