05:14 PM
 

Flaxpaw is distracted by the enterance of her hero, and hesitates, half out of her chair. Someone has, however, obviously talked to her abou thte differance between on and off duty, because she refrains from saluting, and settles, sitting straighter than before, just in case. She turns back to Hallow. "You do know him, then, ma'm? He's the best ma'm, really, and yeah, he's at Sala, may even come here for the festival." She glances to Perriwill, and shrugs. "Some like their ale anytime, eh, ma'm."

Taking his tankard, Perriwill turns to go back to his seat when he notices the major. As he makes his way to his seat, he nods to Jarril. "mornin', sah"

Hallow glances round when she hears Jarril come in and gives him a nod before looking back to Flax once more, she nods "Could be the same hare I suppose, would be grown up by now" she smirks faintly "Nice to hear someone about the place likes him, suppose if he's here...hmm" she frowns slightly "You know I meant to contact them of course, didn't disappear or the face of the earth on purpose"

Jarril nods his head back to the other hares and other beasts in the room as he listens into the conversations again.

Perriwill room-pages, "Other people need to use this comp for a bit. I'll be back in a minute.".

Flaxpaw nods, " well, ma'm, might look him up, wot? I think you'd be proud, ma'm. He's-"she blushes even more deeply. "He's grown into a good buck, really good." she looks over to Jarril, and smiles, trying to catch his eye, and sitting up even straighter, if she could be at attention while sitting there sipping her drink, she would be. She motions a little at him "Tha't majah Jarril, ma'm he c'n tell you, looks after us, not that Greg needs looking after, one who does the looking after, ma'm."

Jarril feels his ears burn slightly and swallows a bit before giving a look at Flaxpaw with a questionable look on his face of if she's asking for him to come over or not.  However before it gets any worse, the hare is distracted by a red squirrel and talks to her quietly.

Hallow tilts her head a little and watches Flaxpaw slightly suspiciously before she looks to Jarril as she's introduced, she nods "Yes, met him already yesterday I think...like Greg do you then?"

Flaxpaw looks down at the table, trying to hide her expression, and her disappointment that Jarril didn't join them. "Greg's been, um, a good friend, ma'm. yeah, he's-he's really nice. "

Jarril finishes talking to the squirrel and gets up, making his way over to where both Hallow and Flaxpaw is and smiles.  "Ah, who's nice then?"  He looks at the two and grins.  "'ello Flaxpaw, I see ya finally managed ta get out of the mountain then?"

Hallow smirks at Flaxpaw before turning her attention to Jarril and giving him a nod "Hello again Major" she says before her attention gets taken away by one of her otters who's just come in and started whispering in her ear, she nods to him and raises from her chair "Will have to talk later I'm afraid, must go see to a few things" following the other otter out then.

A jangle of metal, then the slight scrape of the door bottom across the floor announces Seven's entrance to the tavern. The short buck pauses, one footpaw still slightly outside of the room. To those who are wondering, the metallic noises are coming from small, crisscrossing around a quiver carried upon his back. He surveys the scene, shifting the longbow on his back, then starting inside further with his dark ears layering back. This means he has to sidestep around the exiting otters.

Flaxpaw smiles up at Jarril from her seat. "sit down, sah? just telling the skipper about Greg." She nods at Hallow as she leaves, then turns back to Jarril. "I've got my pass,sah, an I'm staying with lady Apple while I visit." Her ears flick toward the jangling sound.

Jarril does sit down and grins.  "Ah, Greg."  The hare makes himself comfortable.  "And what exactly were ya discussing while giving me the please come over looks."

Well, there's Seven's one hare who doesn't seem so pleased to see the Major. He ducks his head and moves for the bar. It'd be hard to point him out as a patrol buck for the time being, because he's dressed more as a pirate would.

Flaxpaw blushes and flusters looking down at the table again, quickly, and ignoring the comment about the looks, but embarassed. "that was, um, Greg's aunt, sah. Was tellin her wot a good chap he is, an,um..." she trails off, more than that would not be anything she wants to tell the major. "Are you-are you enjoying the village, sah?"

Jarril ponders for a bit while looking at Flaxpaw before he replies.  "It's okay, from the time I am allowed down here from my duties."  The major does frown slightly though.  "So how did the feast go last night, I was called away, duty calls and all that."  There is a slight hint of annoyance on his voice with that part.

Taking a long swig from his tankard, Perriwill watches Seven intently. At the major's mention of last night's feast, he turns in his chair to face the other's table.

Flaxpaw smiles widely. "Feast was great, sah,  didn't stay long myself, though, but the food was amazing. Wot took you away, sah, if you don't mind my askin?"

Seven snags a stool with his footpaw and drags it out as he sits down in this way. After a moment of trying to gaze almost into the kitchen, the sniper turns around to see if he missed anyone else who could be present in the tavern. Nope..

Jarril shakes his head at Flaxpaw.  "Can't say, just that something pulled me away nonetheless anyways."

Flaxpaw nods, darting a glance at him. "sah? I wonder, c'n you suggest a patrol? when I-um- get promoted, that is?" go her, way to break the ice, focus on duty.

Seven turns a sideways glance to Perriwill as he was earlier studying him for some reason. But now the other buck appears to be intent on the conversation between recruit and Major, so the runner actually thinks about just leaving for now.

Jarril doesn't reply back at first but eventually he speaks back to Flaxpaw.  "Why, is there some patrah ya like ta join?"