Post by Seor Etal on Feb 7, 2008 20:34:58 GMT -5
** Verrie trekked along in the woods. She took in all the beautiful scenes of Mother Nature, and the wonderful smells of the flowers that grew near the edge of the road that she was taking. Too tempted, the otter skipped jovially over, and she picked up the closest flower. Probably a tulip, she thought, but Verrie couldn't be sure. But it didn't matter. The beauty and the smells were sufficient for the ottermaid.
Verrie turned around, ready to continue her hike. Holding the flower close to her chest, occasionally sniffing it, the otter couldn't help breaking into a song that often she and her friend Seor sang together.
Over the blue skies, over the trees,
where creatures of unknown roam far and wide,
to find what-
Suddenly, someone tapped the otter. Verrie shrieked and she instinctively reached for her club, that never had left her sides before. **
Did I scare ye badly, Verrie?
**The otter groaned, and her paws left the handle of the club.**
Geez, Seor, ye don't have tae make such ae big deal 'bout it.
Scared ye, didn't I?
Bet ye didn't!
**Seor shrugged. She knew how much her friend hated admitting the truth whenever she got scared. Deciding to tease her for fun, Seor called out**
Hey, Ty!
**Verrie jumped.**
Now I really scared ye.
**Surprisingly, Verrie smiled.**
Hey, Ty.
**Seor turned around, and smiled.**
Aren't I phsycic?
**The otter behind her shook his white head and smiled too.**
I wouldn't say ye are, marm.
**Although Ty was Verrie's brother, strangely, he didn't have as many accents like his sister did.**
So, how d'ye like it here?
I love it.
Oi too, hurr aye!
Changin' it to mole dialect, ain't ye?
'Tis true!
Which one's that, now?
**Suddenly, Verrie put a paw to her lips. She had her pawsteps in the distance. Ty and Seor, seeing her do so, grabbed their weapons.**
Who is it?
Verrie turned around, ready to continue her hike. Holding the flower close to her chest, occasionally sniffing it, the otter couldn't help breaking into a song that often she and her friend Seor sang together.
Over the blue skies, over the trees,
where creatures of unknown roam far and wide,
to find what-
Suddenly, someone tapped the otter. Verrie shrieked and she instinctively reached for her club, that never had left her sides before. **
Did I scare ye badly, Verrie?
**The otter groaned, and her paws left the handle of the club.**
Geez, Seor, ye don't have tae make such ae big deal 'bout it.
Scared ye, didn't I?
Bet ye didn't!
**Seor shrugged. She knew how much her friend hated admitting the truth whenever she got scared. Deciding to tease her for fun, Seor called out**
Hey, Ty!
**Verrie jumped.**
Now I really scared ye.
**Surprisingly, Verrie smiled.**
Hey, Ty.
**Seor turned around, and smiled.**
Aren't I phsycic?
**The otter behind her shook his white head and smiled too.**
I wouldn't say ye are, marm.
**Although Ty was Verrie's brother, strangely, he didn't have as many accents like his sister did.**
So, how d'ye like it here?
I love it.
Oi too, hurr aye!
Changin' it to mole dialect, ain't ye?
'Tis true!
Which one's that, now?
**Suddenly, Verrie put a paw to her lips. She had her pawsteps in the distance. Ty and Seor, seeing her do so, grabbed their weapons.**
Who is it?