08:22 PM

RW Abbey: Entry
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This is a sandy area between Great Hall and the main gates of the Abbey. It obviously gets a great deal of traffic, if one is to judge by the number of pawprints going every which direction here. There is an obvious path leading to the double doors of Great Hall, which stand propped open to allow the interior some relief from the heat of the season. There are patches of wildflowers lining the area, and a large virginia creeper twines between the stained glass windows and one side of Great Hall's doors, ever seeking a path upward.

There is a bustle of activity here, and you can hear the occasional murmur of a passing conversation. The sun is high overhead, and shadows are small. All is bright.
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                        Exits/Entrances:
      [G]reat [H]all      [C]limb to the [R]amparts      [A]bbey [P]ond
      [Ga]te [H]ouse      [Leave] through the gates      [Open] Ground
                          [C]hampion's [C]ottage

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Jarril is out for another of his walks about the grounds of the abbey, the hare has a slight bounce to his step now than what he did a few days back.

Bouncey steps. Bah. Jakk looks like he got beat up. Oh.. yeah. He did. The young buck is sitting further away on the lawn, rubbing his leg with a scowling look as he glances at all the beasts moving around the grounds. One mouse moves up to inquire if he is doing alright, and with a nod, the young recruit finds himself alone again.

Hmmm. What ever could Harper be doing out in the entry? Well, at the present moment, garbed in his novice's habit, he is just... wandering. He's on his break for lunch and his lunch seems to consist of an apple which he holds at his side, ignoring it for the time. His head is lowered and he's walking in the usual inward-thinking way he usually does. Totally oblivious to everything else.

Spotting someone, the major slows down and heads in the general direction of where Jakk is sitting on the ground.  Coughing, Jarril looks downwards.  "Ah, Jakk lad.  So glad that ya finally up and about.  I take it that I won't be having anymore trouble from ya, hmm?"

The Major's voice is enough to make Jakk spring up to his footpaws, though the hare staggers a little as weight is put on his still aching leg. The recruit salutes, before dropping the paw hastily. "Er.. No sir. Sorry you had to go... looking for me.. sir." He seems a little confused as to what exactly he did wrong besides that. Oh.. pain. The buck tilts his one leg back to not have so much weight on it.

Jarril just smiles.  "At ease, it wasn't ya fault so don't worry about it.  Just a forewarning that's all."  The major looks about and then speaks again.  "I hope ya get better soon, if only ta get back with ya training and all.  Make sure ya properly fit though, mind beforehand."

Harper's wanderings bring him in Jarril and Jakk's general direction and only when he's moved fairly close do their voices penetrate his thoughts. His ears flick and he glances up, eyes flitting from one to the other. He salutes as he approaches, nodding to Jarril and then to Jakk.

Jakk nods his head, going into a more relaxed position. "Yes, sir. And not gonna do anything else wrong." He offers a slight smile to the officer, all the while wondering if he could talk to him while sitting in the grass once more. Harper's approach gets his attention for a second and he nods in return, before focus returns to Jarril.

Jarril looks about and see's Harper for the first time and slowly nods his head.  "Ah, good.  I was wondering if ya two would like ta go on a small patrol later on when I can arrange things.  Need ta see if any of the ones at the abbey want ta try out some patrah training.  Defence training mind, don't think many would want ta lift up a sword.  So how are ya both on staff training?"

Harper drops his salute and stands at ease, though his eyes fall to Jakk before he responds to Jarril. "... Ya don't look so goo. Shouldn't ya be sittin' or somethin'?" Shrug. He turns his attention to Jarril afterward. "Staff trainin', sah? Fine."

"Staff... I don' know." Jakk blinks, as if trying to remember something that has been pushed to the back of his mind. Finally he goes to slowly ease himself back down, perhaps just to make sure Jarril doesn't tell him to stand up still. Flop. The young buck lands on his rump in the grass.

Hmmm. Private, huh? Harper looks briefly intrigued before he resumes a neutral expression, which he glances to the now-sitting Jakk with. He continues to speak to Jarril, though. "... Oh, sir. I think I've decided about the rank I want to pursue."

Twitching an ear, Jarril half turns his head towards Harper with a questionable rise of his brow.  "Oh, and what path have ya chosen ta take?"

Jakk remains in the grass now, arms rested upon his knees as he kind of just gazes at the older buck's footpaws and then across the lawn. Well, not like /he's/ going to be a private too soon. For now he just halfheartedly listens to the conversation.

Harper straightens his posture slightly, standing as tall as he can. Which, hey, is pretty tall. "I'd like to be a fighter, sir. If that's all righ' with you." He catches his lower lip between his teeth and worries at it just long enough for him to realize that he's doing it, at which point he immediately stops. Impassive face.

Jarril gives off a slight chuckle.  "Harper, I've always pressed the point that all of ya should choose which path ya wish ta take.  I'm here for guidance and training only but the final say is within yaself.  If ya want ta be a fightah then by all means, train towards that goal.  We officah's don't press on what ya should be, only that ya be a good officah in the end, that's all."

Hoping that the abundance of fighter recruits isn't going to be a problem, Jakk goes back to rubbing at the portion of his outer thigh that has the scarring gashes on it. Mostly the rest of his leg is just sore. He does about the same thing - sits and listens.

Jarril turning his head towards Jakk.   "So anything ya like ta say while I am about?"

"Not much." Ears flickering upward, Jakk lets his gaze drift towards the Major's face once more. "I thought the officers already knew what I wanna be." Figuring that was what Jarril was hinting at.

Jarril nods his head.  "Ah, right.  Well, ya make sure ya get some rest and heal up.  Laters, recruit."  The hare turns around and heads off.

Jakk nods his head in farewell to the officer, with a puzzled expression. "Of course, sir. Later." The buck just lounges back as soon as Jarril is gone, leaning on his elbows.