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Although the excitement of the celebration to come was doing its level best to ward away the fatigue of having gone to sleep late and woken up far too early, Brother Rigby couldn’t hide the yawn that stretched his mouth wide as he leaned on the battlements beside Brother Jethro. He was looking in entirely the wrong direction, of course, entertaining himself with the view of the Dibbuns’ antics and the many smells he could parse on the breeze. Trying to guess what all was going to be served and making his stomach rumble while he was at it.
“Mmm, sweet apple tarts, I’ll bet. Oooh, mushroom flans, d’you smell that? I’m sure of it. Dripping with leek and onion gravy…” He took in a deep breath, chuckling at the poor Sister trying to corral the Dibbuns into some semblance of order before they got underpaw; she did have her work cut out for her. “And nutbread warm from the oven, just enough it’ll steam your whiskers when you break into a piece. Wash it down with some of that sweet wildberry and pear cordial ole Ellis brought out this winter. There’s still a few beakers left, I-Who’s that then?”
Cut off mid-imaginings, Rigby’s ear twitched at the halloo behind him, and he wondered if that wasn’t the reason Jethro hadn’t told him to quiet his musings earlier. The vole was doing a far better job keeping an eye out for visitors who’d heard the news and come to join the celebrations. For one, he was actually looking the right way. Though as Rigby hitched himself around and grabbed his crutches, he saw the Gatekeeper looking down with a grim expression and Abbot Murty ambling his way across the front lawn. It did not occur to him why Brother Jethro might be making such a face until he’d poked his head out and peered down for himself and then his eyes went wide.
Vermin at the gate?!
Where’d they popped out from? So far as he knew, the Abbey hadn’t been troubled by their ilk for quite some time, though that wasn’t to say they weren’t about… Well, maybe they were only passing through. They looked a right scruffy trio, though the stoat had a wheedling tone that might well have convinced Rigby of their claims if it hadn’t been for the wary welcome the Abbot and Brother Jethro were offering. Still, who could blame them for knocking on the gate when the air smelled so heavenly?
Once the decision was made to let them in, and he’d made it down off the steps to solid ground, the young mouse didn’t hesitate to accept the task he’d been given. “Right you are, Brother Jethro. We’ll get them squared away with the proper motivation.” Rigby knew full well how much good incentive there was to be found in the kitchens with the reward sitting right in front of you, painting the air with tantalising scents and always looking like a right work of art. “Well, hullo then, you three. Come along now afore those empty stomachs of yours have everyone thinkin’ it’ll rain. Right thunderous racket they’re making. Follow me and we’ll see you fed.”
And so saying, he led them off smartly, though not so fast that Zaris couldn’t catch up without much trouble. And along the way, not entirely unaware of the otter’s stern countenance behind him, though rather less concerned by it than the rat, stoat, and ferret might have been, he kept up a steady stream of commentary. “Come at just the right time, you lot have. Bound to be a score of things still needs doing and even more good victuals to fill up on afterwards. I’m Rigby, by the by. How d’you fancy yourselves at chair hauling? Or barrel rolling? Friar’ll want you washing your paws before he’ll let you anywhere near the food. Not to say it’s just you, he gets after everyone that way. Right, Zaris? Ah, could you get the door?”
“Mmm, sweet apple tarts, I’ll bet. Oooh, mushroom flans, d’you smell that? I’m sure of it. Dripping with leek and onion gravy…” He took in a deep breath, chuckling at the poor Sister trying to corral the Dibbuns into some semblance of order before they got underpaw; she did have her work cut out for her. “And nutbread warm from the oven, just enough it’ll steam your whiskers when you break into a piece. Wash it down with some of that sweet wildberry and pear cordial ole Ellis brought out this winter. There’s still a few beakers left, I-Who’s that then?”
Cut off mid-imaginings, Rigby’s ear twitched at the halloo behind him, and he wondered if that wasn’t the reason Jethro hadn’t told him to quiet his musings earlier. The vole was doing a far better job keeping an eye out for visitors who’d heard the news and come to join the celebrations. For one, he was actually looking the right way. Though as Rigby hitched himself around and grabbed his crutches, he saw the Gatekeeper looking down with a grim expression and Abbot Murty ambling his way across the front lawn. It did not occur to him why Brother Jethro might be making such a face until he’d poked his head out and peered down for himself and then his eyes went wide.
Vermin at the gate?!
Where’d they popped out from? So far as he knew, the Abbey hadn’t been troubled by their ilk for quite some time, though that wasn’t to say they weren’t about… Well, maybe they were only passing through. They looked a right scruffy trio, though the stoat had a wheedling tone that might well have convinced Rigby of their claims if it hadn’t been for the wary welcome the Abbot and Brother Jethro were offering. Still, who could blame them for knocking on the gate when the air smelled so heavenly?
Once the decision was made to let them in, and he’d made it down off the steps to solid ground, the young mouse didn’t hesitate to accept the task he’d been given. “Right you are, Brother Jethro. We’ll get them squared away with the proper motivation.” Rigby knew full well how much good incentive there was to be found in the kitchens with the reward sitting right in front of you, painting the air with tantalising scents and always looking like a right work of art. “Well, hullo then, you three. Come along now afore those empty stomachs of yours have everyone thinkin’ it’ll rain. Right thunderous racket they’re making. Follow me and we’ll see you fed.”
And so saying, he led them off smartly, though not so fast that Zaris couldn’t catch up without much trouble. And along the way, not entirely unaware of the otter’s stern countenance behind him, though rather less concerned by it than the rat, stoat, and ferret might have been, he kept up a steady stream of commentary. “Come at just the right time, you lot have. Bound to be a score of things still needs doing and even more good victuals to fill up on afterwards. I’m Rigby, by the by. How d’you fancy yourselves at chair hauling? Or barrel rolling? Friar’ll want you washing your paws before he’ll let you anywhere near the food. Not to say it’s just you, he gets after everyone that way. Right, Zaris? Ah, could you get the door?”
I'm fixing to get me through a post right now.
@CyraniaI don't think the conch shell is blowing currently. Unless I've missed my guess, we're writing a flashback that was introduced by the prologue.
@CyraniaI don't think the conch shell is blowing currently. Unless I've missed my guess, we're writing a flashback that was introduced by the prologue.
I am so good at spoiling everything. Yissyissyiss. *giggles madly*
*bounces about* It's begun!
@CyraniaAbsolutely, it's an honest mistake anyone could make! Of course, he'd still be happy to chat (probably even more so because hey, at least she isn't an actual enemy... >.>) I'm not sure what he'd do if she hit any one of them, but I'm sure he'd still forgive her pretty quickly.
I like both sorts of characters. It's fun to see Redwall through both perspectives. I'm looking forward to writing Rigby just because I'm usually playing the characters that are new to whatever setting is happening, be fun to be the naively enthusiastic little mouse companion who'll get to regale Marigold with wishful thinking about how he wishes he could be eating the friar's sweet raspberry scones or cheesy mushroom flans. And how everyone would be gathering in Cavern Hole on a rainy day like this (obviously on a rainy day), singing songs and playing games together.
I like both sorts of characters. It's fun to see Redwall through both perspectives. I'm looking forward to writing Rigby just because I'm usually playing the characters that are new to whatever setting is happening, be fun to be the naively enthusiastic little mouse companion who'll get to regale Marigold with wishful thinking about how he wishes he could be eating the friar's sweet raspberry scones or cheesy mushroom flans. And how everyone would be gathering in Cavern Hole on a rainy day like this (obviously on a rainy day), singing songs and playing games together.
@HillanGuess who's surely had a mouse trailing after him on one of his foraging ventures? >.>
Or... he'd at least have offered on multiple occasions, it would be up to Ekko to accept the help.
@CyraniaStranger danger!
Is not a thing Redwallers are known for saying... Seriously, like, occasionally they could have considered it at least once... Anywhoodle, given as Marigold has not been to Redwall yet, chances are exceedingly good that Rigby doesn't know her. lol He'll be quite happy to shake her paw and invite her back to the Abbey when they do meet, though. :)
Or... he'd at least have offered on multiple occasions, it would be up to Ekko to accept the help.
@CyraniaStranger danger!
Is not a thing Redwallers are known for saying... Seriously, like, occasionally they could have considered it at least once... Anywhoodle, given as Marigold has not been to Redwall yet, chances are exceedingly good that Rigby doesn't know her. lol He'll be quite happy to shake her paw and invite her back to the Abbey when they do meet, though. :)
@PrankFox Zaris regrets finally giving in... lol No more sling practice for Rigby.
Using Zaris as a way to teach Rigby to be more circumspect and thoughtful in his questioning curiousity. He'll probably still have a few moments of not quite thinking things through, but Zaris'll be one reason he considers time and place and how necessary the information really is, as well as being more respectful of the things other beasts may not want to talk about. So I can see them having had an awkward relationship for the first bit of Zaris's time at the Abbey, but maybe it's settled into a more pleasant association now Rigby isn't pestering as much and is just being companionable. ???
@Lord WraithGood mouse friends!
He'd definitely have wanted to tag along with Bancroft back to the farm fairly regularly, even as a dibbun since his friend is leaving! How often he's been, if at all before the start of the story, is up for debate though. And much as his parents trust him to look after himself, they'd probably be happier to know he has a destination and other beasts waiting there to look after him too. Though the first time he did/does go along I can just see him being so exuberant about the trip itself, excited to see everything, and then just very much wanting to help in whatever way they'll let him until it's time to head back. There's also the possibility that Lonicera and Rigby's mum became friends while commiserating over their dibbuns' mischievous ways.
Using Zaris as a way to teach Rigby to be more circumspect and thoughtful in his questioning curiousity. He'll probably still have a few moments of not quite thinking things through, but Zaris'll be one reason he considers time and place and how necessary the information really is, as well as being more respectful of the things other beasts may not want to talk about. So I can see them having had an awkward relationship for the first bit of Zaris's time at the Abbey, but maybe it's settled into a more pleasant association now Rigby isn't pestering as much and is just being companionable. ???
@Lord WraithGood mouse friends!
He'd definitely have wanted to tag along with Bancroft back to the farm fairly regularly, even as a dibbun since his friend is leaving! How often he's been, if at all before the start of the story, is up for debate though. And much as his parents trust him to look after himself, they'd probably be happier to know he has a destination and other beasts waiting there to look after him too. Though the first time he did/does go along I can just see him being so exuberant about the trip itself, excited to see everything, and then just very much wanting to help in whatever way they'll let him until it's time to head back. There's also the possibility that Lonicera and Rigby's mum became friends while commiserating over their dibbuns' mischievous ways.
@Fading Memory
Ahaha, Ellis is a good grandfatherly figure, he is. A source of inspiration for storytelling, a friendly obstacle/clue giver in the way of curious dibbuns trying to find all the hidden secrets of the cellar, and probably well aware of Grant sneaking some bottles to his chums. I can just imagine them being found sleeping in the orchard hidden by some bushes. Hahaha. The old folks reminiscing about their own sneaky trials of ale after rousing the lot and sending them hopping to dishwashing duty with banging heads.
So, probably a bit of grandfathering when Rigby was a dibbun, then mostly interaction through being friends with Grant, and then it's come back to Rigby being old enough to not have that separation between adult and kid awkwardness. Good times.
Tybalt just walking down the hall, minding his own business until he hears someone coming, and then he starts holding out his paws and looking like to walk into the furniture, and it takes a whole season for the young'uns to start wondering how they keep finding him in different places if he's so bad at getting around and doing for himself.
Ahaha, Ellis is a good grandfatherly figure, he is. A source of inspiration for storytelling, a friendly obstacle/clue giver in the way of curious dibbuns trying to find all the hidden secrets of the cellar, and probably well aware of Grant sneaking some bottles to his chums. I can just imagine them being found sleeping in the orchard hidden by some bushes. Hahaha. The old folks reminiscing about their own sneaky trials of ale after rousing the lot and sending them hopping to dishwashing duty with banging heads.
So, probably a bit of grandfathering when Rigby was a dibbun, then mostly interaction through being friends with Grant, and then it's come back to Rigby being old enough to not have that separation between adult and kid awkwardness. Good times.
Tybalt just walking down the hall, minding his own business until he hears someone coming, and then he starts holding out his paws and looking like to walk into the furniture, and it takes a whole season for the young'uns to start wondering how they keep finding him in different places if he's so bad at getting around and doing for himself.
Yay! Now I get to badger people about character relationships!
Let's see... Agewise, it feels like it might be Ellis, Zaris, Rigby, Bancroft, but I'm honestly only certain about Ellis. >.> lol The other three all seem to be roughly in the young adult range. Or am I missing something?
@Lord Wraith Methinks Rigby is maybe only a season or two older than Bancroft, or maybe they're the same age... So I do imagine they might have played together when they were younger. So there could be a story or two there (I foresee them getting into trouble, yes, because Dibbuns). And if Bancroft visits regularly then it wouldn't have been that hard to maintain a sense of friendship, at the very least. Unless they started out disliking each other, lol, though they don't seem likely to. Rigby's probably bothered him with farming questions at some point and plied him with tasty food and maybe visited his farm? (so he could ask even more questions, obviously)
@Fading Memory Ellis is gonna be the grampa, isn't he?
I'll hazard a guess that Rigby was sore curious about Ellis' hogtwanger as a Dibbun... And he may have tried to wheedle out a taste of some of his brews once he was older (or well, probably as a Dibbun, too, but, y'know, he didn't know what he was asking for then), and his adventures and maybe asked if he could help make one of the ales or something.
@PrankFox Given as these two are probably in close proximity to each other for varying amounts of time almost every day, they ought at least know each other a little. Heh. My first thought was that Rigby absolutely asked if he could try out slinging and somehow managed to break a window, because this just seems appropriate. I'm thinking Rigby probably started, as per usual, with questions and friendliness, but he may have had a few too many questions about things Zaris didn't want to talk about and only apologised for poking at sore points after Bancroft dealt with that vermin attack and he learned first hand how horrible it feels just to hear the news that people you know might be in danger... He would also definitely have asked for help with the gate a time or two. And practiced composing snippets of prose to describe various events so he could have the judgment of a captive audience as to how flowery or properly descriptive his word choices are because unless Zaris makes it clear he does not appreciate the company, Rigby is gonna be spending time very adamantly helping the otter fight the boredom of nothing happening at the gate. Yep.
Let's see... Agewise, it feels like it might be Ellis, Zaris, Rigby, Bancroft, but I'm honestly only certain about Ellis. >.> lol The other three all seem to be roughly in the young adult range. Or am I missing something?
@Lord Wraith Methinks Rigby is maybe only a season or two older than Bancroft, or maybe they're the same age... So I do imagine they might have played together when they were younger. So there could be a story or two there (I foresee them getting into trouble, yes, because Dibbuns). And if Bancroft visits regularly then it wouldn't have been that hard to maintain a sense of friendship, at the very least. Unless they started out disliking each other, lol, though they don't seem likely to. Rigby's probably bothered him with farming questions at some point and plied him with tasty food and maybe visited his farm? (so he could ask even more questions, obviously)
@Fading Memory Ellis is gonna be the grampa, isn't he?
I'll hazard a guess that Rigby was sore curious about Ellis' hogtwanger as a Dibbun... And he may have tried to wheedle out a taste of some of his brews once he was older (or well, probably as a Dibbun, too, but, y'know, he didn't know what he was asking for then), and his adventures and maybe asked if he could help make one of the ales or something.
@PrankFox Given as these two are probably in close proximity to each other for varying amounts of time almost every day, they ought at least know each other a little. Heh. My first thought was that Rigby absolutely asked if he could try out slinging and somehow managed to break a window, because this just seems appropriate. I'm thinking Rigby probably started, as per usual, with questions and friendliness, but he may have had a few too many questions about things Zaris didn't want to talk about and only apologised for poking at sore points after Bancroft dealt with that vermin attack and he learned first hand how horrible it feels just to hear the news that people you know might be in danger... He would also definitely have asked for help with the gate a time or two. And practiced composing snippets of prose to describe various events so he could have the judgment of a captive audience as to how flowery or properly descriptive his word choices are because unless Zaris makes it clear he does not appreciate the company, Rigby is gonna be spending time very adamantly helping the otter fight the boredom of nothing happening at the gate. Yep.
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