06:22 PM

RW Abbey: Library
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The library is disturbingly empty of books and scrolls, and only a small fraction of the knowledge it should be able to hold is actually present and available for perusing.  The beautifully crafted windows are well cleaned.  Giving the library plenty of light during the daylight hours. This, combined with the room's high vaulted ceiling, causes a rather foreboding play of shadows in the corners and between shelves. The flagstones of the floor are cool and smooth, and echoes of clicks and thumps can be heard quite clearly when beasts walk among the mostly bare shelves. Brass lamps containing short, fat little white candles provide enough light for reading.

Light is beginning to filter in through the windows.
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[G]reat [H]all         [M]ap [B]ookshelf       [B]ookshelf of [W]oodland [L]ore
[B]ookbinding [R]oom   [H]istory [B]ookshelf   [B]ookshelf of [B]iographies
                       [P]oetry [B]ookshelf    [B]ookshelf of [S]tories
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Keiran is, no surprise here, in the library. Hunkered over a book and a stack of others, Keiran's reading away, only he's looking more relaxed. So, it's leisure time for the brother! Flipping a page with a yawn, the Brother rests his elbow on the table, and lets the paw on that arm support his head as his eyes wander over the pages.

Entering the room is Jarril, who at the moment has the look of a hare with quite a few thoughts on his head.  Carrying a scroll under his arm he coughs gently while making his way over to Keiran.  "Erm, can ya spare some time for something, Brother?"

Ears perk, and so does Keiran, looking up from his reading. Blinking as his eyes adjust to the approaching hare, he smiles and places a bookmark in the book, folding it shut and leaning back in his chair. "Sure, Major. Wha'd y'need?"

Flaxpaw has come to the library looking for Keiran. She's even put her habit and flip-flopy shoes back on. *grumble* She's just far enough behind Jarril that she missed seeing him enter the library, but she sees him now as she hesitates in the doorway. Retreat!!! She starts to turn and trips slightly on those stupid shoes.

Twitching an ear, Jarril speaks from not looking in Flaxpaw's direction.  "Stay where ya are, recruit."  The major has this uncanny ability to know when a recruit is about when said recruit is in trouble.  Looking at Keiran he speaks softly.  "Oh I was just wondering if I could get information about two recruits arguing in front of ya and if I could get ya point of view.  It's for the report I need ta make ta decide on their future and all."

Keiran raises his head and tilts it to the side as he sees Flaxpaw come in, and opens his mouth to greet her, only to be cut off by the major. And what he wants to talk about. "...Ah, yeh. Uh, well, th'was a few thin's said b'tween recruits Quinten an' Jakk a'firs'. An' Quinten an' Flaxpaw, 's well," he adds, looking past Jarril to Flax again.

Flaxpaw stops, and turns, eyes tearing a little bit at the last bit of Jarril's comments, but at least her 'attitude' is gone for now. Mostly. She shoves her paws in her pockets and goes to lean on the doorframe, watching Keiran, a half-defeated look on he muzzle.

Jarril nods.  "So I have heard but what exactly was said?  I heard some had some well chosen words brought ta ya, Brother?"  The Major placing a paw on the edge of the desk.  "I assure ya that this matter will be dealt with.  I've only heard Quinten's view on what has happened so far so I need a full picture before I give out my final judgement on the matter."

Keiran nods in return to Jarril. "Yeh, there was some in'propriate language bein' used, an' 't seemed t'be more o'an argument b'tween Quinten an' Flaxpaw than anythin' else. Th'latter 'ad some not very nice thin's t'say 'bout th'Order, an' Quinten was simply sayin' otherwise." He pauses here, in thought. "'is word choice prob'ly could've been a li'l better, but tha's wha' 'e was doin'. 'owever, 'f you'll allow a Brother's 'pinion on th'matter, rather than a relation o'events?"

Nodding his head.  "It will go in my report and I let the upper ranks back at the mountain ta decide on their fate but I shall put down what ya have ta say, so go ahead."  The hare sits down and pulls some chalk from his pocket, unrolling the scroll he has, while giving a sideways look to where Flaxpaw is before returning his gaze back to Keiran.

Flaxpaw slumps a bit, eyes on the floor. No quiet apologies to the brother, then, if Jarril's heard? But then, said brother starts talking, here come the tears. Her paw darts up to swipe her eyes, and she straightens, 'attitude' returning, and mouth working like she'd like to say something, but her eyes go to Jarril and she stops, just kinda stands there, sullen look at the floor.

Keiran nods, waiting for the major to get ready before he offers his own angle. "'n th'Order, we 'ave quite a few rules an' qual'fications." He clears his throat. "'owever, Likin' us isn' one o'them. M'also under th'impression tha' this's a compulsory activity f'some recruits, rather 'n a volunteer one. Seems a li'l unfair t'put somebeas' from as volatile 'n environment as Sal'mandastron 'nto an environment as slow an' peaceful as th'abbey, an'expect 'em t'adjust without /some/ snags 'long th'way." He's obviously talking about Flaxpaw here. "An' as f'Quinten, Major, 'e was simply d'fendin' somethin' 'e believed in. With words, th'peaceful way. Aft'all, isn' tha' one o'th'key teachin's y'try t'instill 'n new recruits? Tha' 'f y'believe in somethin', s'worth d'fendin'?" He shrugs. "'gain, 'e was only doin' what 'e thought was right, an' there was really no 'arm done tha' can' be 'ealed by a few days o'talkin' an' resolvin' issues. Nothin' permanent 't all." Again, he shrugs. "S'really all I 'ave t'say."

Writing it all down, he nods his head finishing.  "I agree."  He turns his head over to where Flaxpaw is and talks to her now.  "For the time being I will give you the same thing that I gave Quinten.  This will be for a few days.  Ya will apologise and help more within this abbey.  Say for oh, three days.  Ya won't be allowed ta go outside of the abbey during this time period, only on patrah training."  Pausing for a moment he looks at Flaxpaw before adding.  "And I think I'll add that ya should learn ta control that temper of ya's as well."  Looking at the scroll he rolls it up and remains quiet for the moment before nodding his head.  "This is the very last chance I am giving ya recruit.  I won't be sending this report this time."  He snaps his head towards her.  "Do not make me regret my decision on the matter however.  Now I believe ya have something ta say."

Flaxpaw meets his eyes, expression suddenly closed, though not able to stop tears. "no, sah, nothin you'd want t'hear." She looks over to the brother. " 'pologies, sah. Won't happen again." With that, she turns on her heel and marches off.

Keiran dips his head. "'pology accepted. I'll b'lookin' f'a better att'tude from now on, though," he warns, though... Really, it's hard to be afraid of anything Keiran says. After she's gone, he frowns slightly, shaking his head. "Major, c'n I suggest tha' y'force them t'work t'gether in Patrol trainin'? I think 'f th'work th'problems out while outside o'th'abbey, then th'be more likely t'be cooperative while 'ere."

Giving a frown himself he looks at where Keiran is and taps the scroll on one of his knee's as Jarril replies back.  "There has been a bit of a problem with the current recruits as of late.  I shall give it a go though but they don't sometimes listen ta me.  They were more of a group that listened more ta a hare called Darklett than anything."  The hare gives a frown on that one but shrugs it off.  "I think it's more of homesickness setting in though, which I do understand.  Can I suggest if I take them away for a few days back ta the sixty-seventh.  Perhaps show anyone interested here on what happens with us?  A feast perhaps after seeing how we train our recruits?  May break the tension if all of the recruits have ta put on a show for ya."

Keiran actually kinda grins at Jarril upon mentioning Darklett. "Th'did, did they?" Pushing back the grin to a subdued smile, he clears his throat. "Heh, s'my brother, achally," he mutters, shaking his head as if it's inconsequential. "M'sure whate'er y'come up with'll be fine. Discipline ne'er was one o'my stronger aspects, heh."

Jarril blinks on that one and nods his head.  "Well, didn't know that one..."  He gets up himself.  "Well, I best get back ta whatever I am doing."  He turns to go but stops.  "Though please, their punishments are supposed ta be whatever anyone from within ya ordah gets if they get into trouble.  Please deal out what ya would give the others from now on.  I will follow what ya decide amongst y'selfs."

"Soun's fair 'nough t'me, Major." Keiran hoists himself out of his chair and offers a salute, before sitting back down. "I'll make sure t'keep y'informed o'any mis'aps with th'recruits, though th'Order's fully capable o'dealin' with thin's. Don' be a stranger t'th'abbey, though. th'more 'ere, th'merrier we are." He grins, and lifts a paw to wave. "'ave a good aft'noon."

Jarril bobs his head.  "I give that some consideration."  Without saying anything else, the hare turns around and heads out of the room.