09:07 PM
 

After a long trek, the patrol has stopped and had set camp for the night under the stars.  Most of the lower rank hares had been given the tasks of making scrapes or searching for firewood so that some food would be prepared by those with culinary skills.  Jarril is sitting on his patch, a long dry stalk from dry grass is hanging from his mouth as he stares out towards the sea.

Quinten has been out gathering driftwood from the shoreline, gathering a variety of sizes he has built up a pile of wood and is in the process of placing a ring of stones around the wood pile before lighting it, lugging the stones into place.

Apparently the task of the moment for the recruits, Harper is wandering around gathering firewood in an unhurried manner, reaching down every now and then to pluck up a stick here or there. Apparently he's gathering kindling.

Rishald Takes some food from his pack and sets about chopping roots and vegitables to make a Dinner for he has learned a good deal of cooking out on the wilderness and prepares to cook a meal for the Patrol.

Swiftgale goes out and starts to look for drift wood for the fire and starts picking up the driest peices.

Quinten has sat himself down on a rock now, using flint and tinder he is creating sparks, preparing to start the kindling and blow it gently on the driftwood, hoping it will catch.

Jarril is having a quiet conversation with other majors within the patrol, from time to time he looks about and see's the lieutenants giving orders to the privates while some do the same for the recruits, some of the privates are showing some of the recruits on how to do this or that.  Coughing Jarril nods his head to one of the other hares.  "Well, we're changing sentry duty three times tonight.  None of the recruits are doing it though, they're not exactly ready for that sort of responsibility yet..."  The major continues to talk with the others while his stalk moves from one side to the other in his mouth.

Rishald He takes out some more food and sets the chopped up roots and vegatables aside and starts on a large batch of lettace and continues chopping for a salad he is making.

When he's gathered an armful of kindling, Harp wanders over Quinten's way, dropping his load near the fire that he's working on. "Here's s'more," he offers, then seats himself on a fallen log.

Swiftgale Takes out a large bowl on his way and gives it to rishald after he does that he continues and goes to quinten and gives him some more firewood and he says "here ya go".

Quinten accepts the firewood from Dandelion and Swiftgale and nods his head piling wood slowly on the fire as it begins to take hold, the flames licking over the logs "Cheers you two, i'll have this going soon"

A passing lieutenant passes Quinten and nods his head looking at the fire.  "Mind that ya don't make it ta big, mind.  Nevah know what's out at sea."  Seeing something else, the hare moves on again to give advice to another hare in her patrol.

Quinten nods to the Lt. and smiles letting the fire settle at a sensible height, keeping it low and stacking up the rest of the wood next to it, to be used later on. "Ok so Harp grab me some fresh water if you can, we'll put together a soup, somehow." he grins at Harper.

Swiftgale comes over to rishald and starts chopping more food saying "rish-a-thing think the old salad will be done soon?"

At the request, Harp eyes Quinten for a speculative moment, and for a second it looks like he'll just turn and head off, ignoring the question, but in the end he hauls himself up with a nod and turns, heading toward the edge of the forest where he knows a spring to be. "Be back inna moment," he offers.

Rishald he takes the bowl and says "tis ready now my friend stop chopping lets make a stew with the water harp's getting." and takes the bowl and brings the bowl over to the fire.

Quinten nods to Harper and eyes Rishald "if you want water for Stew Rishald be best to get another pot, am preparing a soup in that pot"

Jarril is now in a deep discussion with the other higher ranking hares, nodding to one of the colonels as he coughs.  "Was my decision, besides my cousin gave the go ahead.  Not my first time at the abbey though."  He looks to seeing Harper move off towards the edge of the forest and moves his head back again to get back to listening while nodding his head.  "Where is she by the way?"  He looks about and gets a reply from another colonel.  "She's helping out at the other end of the camp, someone managed ta get a sprain on the first day."

Quinten lays a log on the fire and uses a stick to stir the fire, sending some sparks up into the air before he leans over and opens his main pack and draws out a variety of items to use in the soup he's going to start making.

Rishald Says "Don't get so upset I've got a pot. Swift go an' get Da pot over there."  He points over to where a pot lay.

After disappearing beyond the tree line, Harper remains gone for at least a minute. He's taking his time, despite being out of the sight line of the other hares, which the recruits were told specifically not to do. When he reappears, it is with the necessary water. He makes his way back over to Quinten, where he sets the water in its container beside Quin's fire. "There ya go, mate."

Swiftgale goes to get the pot and mutters "All right I'll go." coming back eith the pot he gives it to rishald and goe's and sits down on a log not currently being used for fire wood.

Quinten smiles at Harper and flicks his ears "Thanks Harper your a real hand" he nods and starts to toss things into the water, setting the pot in the out coals of the fire and stirring it with a long wooden spoon

Jarril pulls up one of his fighters from his patrol and as the fighter bends down to listen carefully.  "We need volunteers for tonights sentry duty.  Make sure that their private rank or above for tonight, we give the recruits a go another night under supervision.  They need ta settle in yet on patrol."  Seeing the buck leave to begin to ask around for any volunteers for the night's sentry duty, he goes back to listening to the conversation going on around him.

Rishald thanks rishald heartily and starts putting all the food in the pot and asks Harper "Harper can ya go and show swift where some water is for my stew?

Harper shrugs indifferently, dropping back down onto the log. He ducks his head, then, rubbing absently at a healing cut over the ridge of his right eyebrow. "What kinda soup ya gonna make, Quint?"

Quinten peers into the pot and drops in a couple of carrots and then smirks "Not sure...am using a bit of this, a bit of that, vegetable probably" he eyes his pack "Anyone got a frying pan? I'm sure i had one"

Harper grunts at Quinten's reply, then stands up to do Rishald's bidding. He doesn't look too pleased about it, though. Since when is he the water boy? He gestures for Swiftgale to follow. "C,mon, then. Over here." He starts to jog, to speed up the chore.

One of the majors chuckles.  "So when ya going ta let them know they can't have soup every day?"  Jarril blinks and looks around before he see's the recruits making something over a fire.  "They learn.  Besides, they run out of their food rations they can bally well look for some while they walk."  Blinking slightly, the major opens up his own backpack and takes out one leaf wrapped biscuit and places the rest in his bag.  Taking out the stalk he places it down before slowly taking a nibble.  "Then again who said all hares act the same in a patrah."

Quinten frowns and stands up stepping over the log he was sat on and moving towards an officer and nodding to him "Excuse me sir, did anyone bring a frying pan? If not any suggestions on what i can cook with instead?"

One of the officers looks at Quinten and replies.  "What's wrong with a flat slab of stone?"

Swiftgale Starts Following Harper agreeing with him muttering as soon as he is out of ear shot "Yeah when do we get to do all the work all ya see everyone else doing stuff enjoyable not being fetcher's and waterboy's!" he grunts indigantally.

Quinten nods his head to the officer "Well sir i would, but there seems to be a lack of stones on the shore, mind if i go down to the waters edge to have a look" he points towards a pile of rocks "I might find something there"

Harper glances to the side at Swiftgale, frowning. "What?" he replies and then shakes his head, waving off the other's words as they reach the edge of the woods. He points. "Just about ten paces in, you'll see the stream. There ya go. I showed ya."

Rishald says, "See ya later I'll be right back."

The officer gives a nod.  "Aye ya can, but I hope ya not making ta much, gotta ration, remember that."  The hare goes back to what he was doing beforehand.

Jarril spots Harper and Swiftgale and calls out.  "Don't go out of sight mind, not without a private with ya."

Quinten taps a footpaw on the sand and nods "Aye sir.." he murmurs and decides to just stick with the soup for now, he can bake something in the morning maybe. Moving back to the fire he stirs the soup, he looks up and calls out "Major this is about ready."

Harper's ears twitch. He looks over his shoulder at Jarril, stares for a moment, and then shrugs. "I ain't goin' no where," he answers, and then with a shrug turns, leaving Swift where he is as he strolls back over to Quinten.

Jarril nods at Quinten.  "None for me thanks."

Swiftgale Rishald whois sitting close to them says "Yeah  but If I had said it was haversack rations for dinner they would not learn a valueable lesson. this is many of them's first patrol off the shores let them have their fun but when their belly's are empty then they will have learned their lesson. though swift there knows how to scout ahead for tucker thats what me and him both did when we wandered from place to place."

Quinten nods to Jarril and begins to ladle up the soup for various hares who would like it. Filling a bowl for Harper and holding it out to him as he returns

Harper takes the bowl as he sits, nodding his thanks. He brings the bowl up to his lips, sitting at the hot soup cautiously. His ears dip back, relaxed. "... Thanks, Quint."

Swiftgale he comes back with the pot and water giving it to rishald and sit's down waiting for the food to be ready.

Quinten smiles and flicks his ears, sittinng down on a log and filling his own bowl from his pack "Your welcome Harper," he nods to another recruit "Help yourself,"

Rishald takes the bowl of food and pours the vegatables in the pot and puts the pot over the fire and starts adding various ingrediants to the stew.

Harper nods his reply to Quinten, his head lowered while he continues to sip away. After a couple of minute, he sets the mostly-empty bowl down with a sigh, rubbing at his tired but not achy calf muscles. "Figure this is the furthest I've ever been from Halyard 'n' the mountain..."

Quinten smiles at Harper "its the furthest i have been since i found the mountain, though its a damn sight better then slogging through those swamps"

Rishald Announces the stew is ready and starts handing the stew out to those who want it.

Harper looks to Quinten with renewed respect. "The swamps? You've /been/ to the swamps? I've only ever heard about 'em in class..." He frowns, looking a little envious. With a small shake of his head, he glances around at Swift, and gestures with a jerk of his head for the other buck to join them. "So how far've /you/ been from the mountain?"

Swiftgale HE accepts the food from rishald sipping carfully and says "Oh Actually I have been All the way into the great south stream and up into the northern fringes of mossflower for me and rishald used to travel a lot when we were younger."

Jarril continues to munch on his biscuit slowly while listening in on the conversation quietly.  Some of the majors are seeing to their weapons now or making sure that their uniforms are spotless from the day's walking.

Harper looks from Swiftgale to the beast he assumes is Rishald, considering the older buck. "He yer brother or something?"

Quinten sighs and shakes his head "Oh trust me Harp it is no fun, me and my sister crossed the mountains last spring and spent the entire summer crossing the swamps..it was all mud and water and filth, you were lucky to not see me when i arrived, i had enough fleas to die for"

Swiftgale he now says "no but we are closer than brothers after my family died at the hands of vermin!" His voice gets sad here but soon perks up and continues saying "he saved me from the vermin and showed me how to live off the land and taught me some things about fighting and he has been more than a brother to me. My hope has always been to join the long-patrol."

Swiftgale exclaims, "I owe MY life to him!"

Harper's eyebrows go up at Swiftgale's answer. He offers a slight, amused smirk and shakes his head at the other. "... All ya needed t' say was 'no'." He laughs, looking disbelievingly at the other before glancing to Quinten. At mention of fleas, he looks at the other with fascinated horror. "Was it bad? We got some in our building in Halyard, but I was lucky 'nough to be at the mountain already."

Quinten nods his head "Oh heavens Harper it was awful, i remember Zeraph and Darklett dipping me in the baths until they were gone, still if my sister had seen me she'd have had a thing or two to say about it." he smirks

Jarril gets up and walks away, making a routine patrol around the camp to pass the time as well as check on the sentries around the camp at the moment.

Swiftgale starts and leads off to his bed saying "see ya we've got to get up bright and early tomarrow"

Harper glances at Swift as he walks away, turning his attention back to Quinten. He actually grins a little bit, his ears dipping. "... Yeah. That's what m'brother said." His grin transforms into a smirk. "So... yer first interaction with the officers was them givin' ya a bath? Brilliant, Quin, brilliant."

Quinten smirks nad rolls his eyes "Well it was meeting them first on the shore, but firsdt thing they did in the mountain was give me a bath like a dibbun."