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RW Abbey: Western Rampart
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The rampart is most certainly the place to be if you wanted to look over Mossflower and it's glory.  The walls stand high above the ground, giving one the ability to look over whatever is present and beyond.  The stones are smooth from the years the abbey has stood, a few darkened stains about could account for the wars that have taken place in the peacekeeping home.

These magnificant walls too are capped with a lovely array of white, glistening, pristine snow that fills the little nooks and crannies of the ramparts.  Barely any footprints can be seen in the muffling blanket of white for most beasts don't want to dare the brisk winds that take over the tops of the ramparts in the deepest of winter.  The topmost regions of these great walls, in fact, are mostly devoid of snow due to those very winds.  The surely spectacular walls overlook a Mossflower that has also been blanketed with white, white that coats the trees and grasslands, glinting almost painfully in the crisp winter sun.
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Exits: [S]outh, [N]orth, Climb [down] the stairs to the entry

Standing alone, Jarril looks out towards the west and over where he can see the vast greenlands ahead of him, the faint greyish mountains in the far distance with a few clouds hovering over the tips as though there's rain in that area.  With paws behind his back and not moving, the major continues to be within his thoughts.

There's another who has come to be with his thoughts, walking up the stone steps with his head lowered and his paws tucked into the oversized pockets of his habit. His brow is furrowed and he seems to be in a state of deep concentration.

Nothing much gets past the ears of a hare that is always alert and Jarril has heard those sandles coming up against the stone steps.  Turning his head he blinks and looks at Harper for a moment, unsure if he should break the young hare's concertration.

While Jarril is deciding, Harper reaches the ramparts and turns to walk toward the edge in order to look out over the grasslands. But at this point it's impossible not to see Jarril, and so he comes to a halt with a blink, lifting his gaze. His lips part in surprise. "... Oh." He straightens quickly and throws up a salute. "Sir."

Jarril smiles.  "Harper, drop the salute, you don't have ta do that around me when no one else is around, we're family now."  The hare turns around to look back over the edge of the wall again.  "So how are things going, settling in well here?"

Harper drops the salute, but not immediately, and the smile he returns as he cuts his eyes away is a wry one. "Pardon me for sayin', sir, but if we were family I wouldn't have to do it at all." He shrugs, heading for the wall a good few feet down from Jarril. He grips the edge of the wall in his paws, pressing his weight forward. "Settling in fine."

Jarril gives a frown on that one but shakes his head, so much for trying to break the ice there.  "Well, sorry if I haven't been around much."

Harper shakes his head, eyes narrowing to a squint as he considers the distant mountains. "Ya don't owe me anything, 'least of all an apology. Flax's the one going outta her mind worryin' about you."

Jarril bites his lower lip.  "Oh that."  The hare does frown now but from confusion on that than anger.  "Look, I'd rather not have a few more mistakes here again like I did with Dot.."  He stops and swallows.  "Well, her and ya mother.  Just what has Flaxpaw been saying anyways?"

Harper's eyebrows go up, and he looks around at Jarril with something approaching disgust. "I wasn't /suggesting/ anything... Flax is /my/ age." He blinks, slightly aghast, then looks away again. "But I guess she fancies you. Admires you. Whatever."

Jarril turns to go. "Well, I have ta put her down on that gently then."  He starts to go down the stairs.  "I can see ya angry and disgusted with me at the moment so I try and keep away from ya then."

Harper's ears flick back and he hunches forward, leaning with his arms folded against the short wall. He closes his eyes and bites back a sigh. "Right... right." He shakes his head and pushes off the wall, heading down the rampart in the opposite direction without looking back.