People involved: Freckles and Terrance

Salamandastron: Dining Chamber
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This is the dining chamber for the mountain of Salamandastron. It is a
veritable cavern, the necessity of feeding so many hares making the room
so big. Dominating the room is a huge banquet table made of solid oak.
Nobeast knows how such a venerable object came to be here, but its
presence is undeniable. Smaller tables skirt the outside of the room,
each sitting near a large torch burning brightly in its sconce. The chair
at the head of the table is different from the plain maple chairs that
occupy the rest of the room - it belongs to the Badger Lord. The massive
object is graced with a carving of the very mountain it is in, with the
sun setting over the sea.
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Freckles is standing with her back away from the kitchens, leaning against the handle of a mop, surveying her handiwork. The floor glistens wetly, the tables and chairs wiped clean and neatly arranged around the table

Terrance enters into the dinning hall, hoping to grab a little late night snack before bed. Upon stepping on the still wet floor though, the young recruit slips and is soon lands on his back with a bit of a thud.

Freckles exclaims, "'EY!" Freckles exclaimed, her face contorting into a scowl, "I dinnae mop up for ye to play on it! Git up, ye!""

Terrance just lays there and blinks as he gets his bearings. "Ow." He finally says then starts to make his way up. "Bloody bad form not letting a chap know the floors wet, eh wot!" The recruit says, rubbing the back of his head a little. He then looks towards the doe who addressed him and quirks a brow at first. "Oh, you must be the new recruit then eh?" The buck drops his paw and offers a smile now.

Freckles tilts her head then grins at him. She sets the mop against the wall and walks carefully across the floor to offer a paw in assistance, "Aye, dinna guess thats hard to guess. ye kin call me Freckles. Sorry about th' floor. Dinna think I would be gettin' any visitors this late at night, aye?"

Terrance takes the offered paw with a quick "Thanks" and then pulls himself the rest of the way up. "Well good ta meet ya Freckles. I'm Terrance, fightah recruit." He says, smiling again. He chuckles a little at her last statement and nods, "Aye, I was just gettin' a snack before I head off ta bed. Been a long night an' all."

Freckles grins as she pushes the one ear covering her eye upright. It seems to stand for a moment before falling back into place, "Aye? Care fer a bit o' company, Terrance? I'm thinkin' I could use a bit o' a topper as well. Dinner was all well an' good, but it will nae last until mornin'. And wouldn't they feel bad iff'n they found a pair o' their recruits withered an' starved in their bunks?"

Terrance grins back and nods, "Would love company, wot wot." He then moves towards the serving area and looks at what's still laid out. Grabbing a plate he grabs a few slices of bread and some grapes before getting himself some cordial to drink and moving towards a table.

Freckles follows suit, taking a hunk of the bread and a wedge of cheese with some cordial.She slips into one of the nearby chairs and takes a large bite of the bread, "Hrphm urnee urfr ercrus er frrr?"

Terrance stops chewing the mouthful of bread in his mouth and arches a brow at the doe. "Oi hved noe oikia hat yove usnd aid" the buck replies

Freckles smirks and flicks a bit of bread crust at the buck, chewing a few moments before she swallows, "Aye said, 'ow many other recruits are there?"

Terrance erks a bit raises a paw to bat the crust away, his mouth forming a smirk as he takes care of his full mouth as well. "Don't know fo' sure. Nevah bothahed ta count 'em all. A fair amount, that's fo' sure." The buck replies, taking a drink before asking, "And what type of recruit are you?

Freckles grins at him, taking a much smaller bite and chewing it thoroughly before responding, "A healer, aye? Can nae have to many o' those about,"

Terrance shakes his head, "No. 'Aven't met many o' those." He responds before popping a few grapes in his mouth. "Why ya want ta be a healah?"

Freckles shrugs as she swigs the cordial, "I like t' help. Asides, I enjoy dabblin' with th' herbs an' such. I like t' fix what broken, aye?"

Terrance huhs and nods, "Sounds like a good 'nough reason ta me." He says as he looks at her a bit. He catches himself and quickly looks back down to his plate and nibbles on some bread.

Freckles focuses her attention on attacking the wedge of cheese heartily, not noticing the bucks looks towards her, "I think I might like it here, aye? Nice to have a home..."

Terrance nods and looks around the hall, "Aye, isn't a bad place 't all. Dependin' on 'ow well ya get along with tha othah recruits anyhow."

Freckles grins slightly, "I dinna see a problem with that yet, aye? We're all here for a common cause,"

Terrance snorts a bit and smirks for a bit as he chews his food. But upon swallowing he just shrugs. "Well ya shouldn' 'ave ta worry about tha othah healah recruits anyhow."

Freckles tilts her head slightly as she blinks her long-lashed eyes at him, "What makes ye say that, Terrance?"

Terrance glances up and then averts his eyes again shyly. "Eh, just 'ad some bad experiences with a few of tha fightah recruits." He says, debating whether or not to show her his arm. If you look closely you might notice a little pink forming under the tawny fur on his face from either Freckles or his being embarassed at being bullied

Freckles snorts slightly as she takes a bite of the cheese, "Well, ye ca nae get on with ev'ry one I suppose, but still. I can nae figure out for the life o' me why allies insist in opposing each other, aye?"

Terrance shrugs and looks back up at her, "It's a fightah thing I think." The buck then takes a drink and eats a few more grapes. "Thought they'd stop pickin' on me after I walloped their leadah. Just made 'im madder though. Only Lt. Darklett walkin' in kept 'im from punchin' my lights out one night."

Freckles shakes her head angrily, "That makes me mad. Pshaw...I'd be fillin' their tunic's with sand an' putting rocks in their sheets...or..." she lifts up her goblet of cordial and gets a sneaky grin.

Terrance shakes his head, "I wouldn' recomend it. Tom an' his buddies 'ave no problems beaten up on a doe. Wouldn't want ta see ya get hurt." The buck says, smiling a bit.

Freckles tilts her head slightly and sets the cordial down, "I ain't aimin' t' make enemies jus' now, aye/ But they better nae be messin' with me or m' friends. I kin take care o' myself,"

Terrance shrugs a bit and eats a few more grapes, "Well Tom be a full head taller than ya Freckles. Not that I'm sayin' ya can't take care o' yerself at all. Anyhow, a friend o' mine has dibs on one of his buds already. And I want ta take care o' Tom myself." He then frowns and looks down at his plate, "Just don't know how yet" he says, then mutters something under his breath with the only audible word being 'runt.'

Freckles scoots her chair a bit closer to his and reaches up to bat at one of his ears, "Ye'll figure somethin' out Terrance. Ye got it in ye. Even us runts gotta be makin' a stand for ourselves sometime, aye?"

Terrance tightens up a bit as she bats his ear but quickly relaxes and smiles at her, "Aye, true enough. I actually knocked Tom out in tha mock battle we had a while back like I mentioned before. Just need ta find out a way ta do it again without a shield and wooden sword though I guess." Terr shrugs again, "I dunno, maybe I should just take Lt. Darklett's advice though. He said that I need ta pick my battles and fightin' Tom wasn't a good one ta pick."

Freckles sniggers softly, "Well, why d'ya fight him then? Sometimes the best way to win a war is t' loose some battles...let him know he dinna have power over ye anymore. Cuz thats what he has now, ye know? An' I wager he knowsi t

Terrance shrugs, "Well I don't really do anything when he an' 'is buds start pickin' on me. I just let them 'ave their fun an' move on." He hms for a bit then starts to roll up his sleeve "Interestin' how they always manage ta hit me in tha same spot every time too." Once his sleeve is all the way up, it reveals a rather nasty looking and large bruise on his upper right arm.

Freckles winces sympathetically as she looks at his arm, bringing on paw up as if to touch the area,

Freckles says, "Ye know, with the right herbs, I kin get the swellin' and bruisin' down...take some o' the ache away,""

Terrance just holds his sleeve up in case she wants to touch and and glances over it himself. "Wouldn't mind that. Had this thing pretty much since I joined up five months ago."

Freckles smiles up at him openly, "After snack, a trip down t' the infirmiry t' raid their supplies, aye?"

Terrance smiles and returns her gaze. "I'm full if'n you are, eh wot." He says, starting to roll his sleeve back down.

Freckles nods to him, reaching over to grab his plate and cup, "Aye. I'll take these to th' kitchen an' we'll head that way,"

Terrance stands and pushes in his chair, "Sounds good" he says grinning

Freckles stacks the plates and cups together, running them to the kitchen. She desposits them by the small stack by the sink; obviously the pair were not the only to decide a late night snack sounded ideal, merely the latest to dine.

Terrance smiles as she returns and then nods to the door, "Alright. Lets 'ead ta tha infirm. I'm sure tha healah on duty wont mind."

Freckles smiles and heads out the door to the passage outside

Salamandastron: Herb Room
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The herbal preparation room is a small, quite cramped room. One wall is
lined with bundles of dried herbs while the others have shelves lined with
various herbal poultaces, mixes, teas and anything else that could possibly
be concocted by a herb enthusiast with some spare time. The room has a
strong smell to it, changing slightly as you move around it, one corner
smells distinctly of peppermint tea, while the other smells sharply of
sharp-nettle broth. A clean worktop takes pride place next to a small water
basin, around the cleaned space are various tools of the trade, a pestal
and mortar, a small cutting knife, some twine and various jars of oils and
other lubricants. There is also a slight smell of yeast or hops, with a
brown metallic barrel underneath one of the worktops with some pipes
joining around it. There is only one exit from this small room, the way
you came in, to the infimary.
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Terrance opens the door, nodding a thanks to the nurse who's watching over the two and holding the door for Freckles. "Here ya are gel."

Freckles shakes off her initial awe of the room as she steps into the room. Almost imediately muttering to herself as she looks through the dried herbs. Peeking at each, sometimes sniffing one, "Not Agrimony...Arnica...no no...Hmm..Petiveria...yes, I think that will do," Freckles takes several of the paper thin dried yellow flower petals, taking them to the table as she looks about for the bandages.

Terrance follows Freckles out after she gets the supplies that she needs, standing idly by the table she putting the supplies on, kicking at his feet a little as he waits.

Salamandastron: Infirmary
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This is the infirmary for the long patrol. This room is one of the most
well lit rooms in the whole of Salamandastron, with several candles placed
strategically along the shelves and cupboards. Many wooden beds line the
walls of this room, each outfitted with impeccably clean white linen
sheets. This unfortunately limits the walking space in this room. Where
there are not beds there are shelves and cabinets that hold a variety of
different medical equipment, mostly needles and bandages. A single stone
sink is firmly lodged into one of the counters. The sink is not fancy, in
fact it is quite awkward. It is a necessity, nonetheless. An open closet
is in the corner of the room, storing a surplus of compact cots, in the
unusual case of mass injuries. The room usually has several nurse hares in
it, roaming around tending to various injuries.
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Freckles soaks a bandage in some water, wringing it out until it is only damp. She sprinkles the thin petals on the bandage, the water soaking through them almost instantly so they stick. Freckles gestures for him to roll up his sleeve again as she grabs a dry bandage

Terrance watches Freckles at work and smiles a little. He then goes about rolling up his sleeve when his is bid to do so and holds the bruise towards the doe.

Freckles nods to him, barely seeing him anymore, her entire attention focused on what she is doing. She places the poultice over the bruise, pressing it lightly so the nectal from the flowers penetrates his fur, "Does that hurt?"

Terrance whinces and hisses a little bit as the poultice makes contact and nods. "Yeah." he says through clenched teeth. "A little" he says, relaxing after a few seconds, trying to pretend he wasn't just a wimp like that.

Freckles smiles up at him then takes the other bandage and begins to wrap it tightly around the poultice, "I'm sorry, but if its not tight it won't work...just take a deep breath,"

Terrance does so and winces some more, clenching and unclenching his jaw as she applies the wrap. "Not your fault. At lease my eyes don't have to be sore" He says while looking at her.

Freckles blushes slightly, unintentionally pulling the bandage to tight with a sudden jerk. She winces sympathetically, muttering soft apologies as she lets it loose before tying it off, "You should notice the swelling and bruising going down by morning..."

Terrance closes his eyes as he holds in a yelp at the jerk. "Thanks" he says, opening his eyes again and then looking at the wrap, moving his arm around a bit before putting his sleeve back down. "Hopefully it helps."

Freckles smiles at him, placing an arm lightly over where she had placed the poultice, "Only if trouble dinna find ye before then,"

Terrance smirks, "Well I'm sure it wont find me tonight, Tom's probably snorin' up a storm." The buck says. "Well uh...I should be gettin' ta bed myself. It was uh, good ta meet ya Freckles"

Freckles grins and wiggle her paw in a wave, "Nice t' meet ye as well, Terrance. Sleep well, aye?"

Terrance nods and smiles, back, "Aye, sounds good. Sweet dreams ta ya. See ya aroun' hopefully." The buck says as he makes his way towards the door.