Post by Seor Etal on Feb 10, 2008 18:05:27 GMT -5
**Seor entered the tavern, her eyes streaming across the well-lit room. Spotting a free table near the counter, she hurried over. Putting her bow and her quiver of arrows gently down onto the table, she looked around at her surroundings.
Other creatures sat near her, chatting amiably and laughing ocasionally. Drinks and platters of food were placed in front of them.**
Would ye like anythin' to eat or drink, miss?
**Seor turned around, quite surprised. Behind her, carrying a tray of empty bottles, was a mouse. He didn't look too mean, but Seor could see a slight shimmer of mischief in his eyes.**
Thanks, but I'm not very hungry. I'd like somethin' to drink though. Hmm... Do ye have here-
We have platters of delicious food. I've heard you otters love what'm call it? Hotroot peppers? Well, I'll offer it to ye for free if'n ye help me clean these.
**The mouse indicated to the counter, where somebody had left a disguting heap of... things that Seor tried not to think of. Though disgusted, Seor wasn't at all insulted, so she smiled and waved her paw in the air.**
'Tis alright. I'm sure ye're busy enough without botherin' others.
**The mouse smiled in his turn, but Seor could tell that he had turned slightly red around his ears.**
Well... s'true? Ahhh... I see why you can't reply, you're mute!
**Seor yawned.**
If that's what ye can do best, then I suggest ye to get smarter.
**The otter turned around to walk back to her table, when her instincts told her to dodge. It was good that she had done so; somebody had thrown a handful of porridge at Seor behind her back. Without guessing, she knew who it was.
The porridge flew in the air, and landed in the face of a vole, who was holding a cup of something, and talking to a crowd of other creatures. Screaming, he flung his arm out, hitting his neighbour. His cup of something flew out with the curses of the creature who the vole had hit, and landed on a table. The water, tea, or whatever was in it spilt out and soaked a friendly-looking otter.
All at once, chaos broke out. Everyone took handfuls of food and threw it around blindly, either reaching a target, or getting hit themselves. Seor ducked around a couple of otters who were busy clearing the counter of it's glass, and she grabbed her bow, luckily unharmed. Suddenly, out of the crowd, somebody screamed.**
'Twas she who started it!
**Seor didn't run away, like would have done so from some others, but instead she turned around. Seeing that it wasn't her that they were blaming, Seor sighed of relief. In the crowd, she could see the mouse who had tried to provoke her being surrounded by others, looking quite angry.**
I'm not a she! Hey, watch it... 'Twas her who really started it!
**But nobody took heed of him. Someone in the crowd shouted:**
Food fight!!!!
**Everyone left what they were doing, and started either to attack others with food or get revenge on others who had hit them before.**
Other creatures sat near her, chatting amiably and laughing ocasionally. Drinks and platters of food were placed in front of them.**
Would ye like anythin' to eat or drink, miss?
**Seor turned around, quite surprised. Behind her, carrying a tray of empty bottles, was a mouse. He didn't look too mean, but Seor could see a slight shimmer of mischief in his eyes.**
Thanks, but I'm not very hungry. I'd like somethin' to drink though. Hmm... Do ye have here-
We have platters of delicious food. I've heard you otters love what'm call it? Hotroot peppers? Well, I'll offer it to ye for free if'n ye help me clean these.
**The mouse indicated to the counter, where somebody had left a disguting heap of... things that Seor tried not to think of. Though disgusted, Seor wasn't at all insulted, so she smiled and waved her paw in the air.**
'Tis alright. I'm sure ye're busy enough without botherin' others.
**The mouse smiled in his turn, but Seor could tell that he had turned slightly red around his ears.**
Well... s'true? Ahhh... I see why you can't reply, you're mute!
**Seor yawned.**
If that's what ye can do best, then I suggest ye to get smarter.
**The otter turned around to walk back to her table, when her instincts told her to dodge. It was good that she had done so; somebody had thrown a handful of porridge at Seor behind her back. Without guessing, she knew who it was.
The porridge flew in the air, and landed in the face of a vole, who was holding a cup of something, and talking to a crowd of other creatures. Screaming, he flung his arm out, hitting his neighbour. His cup of something flew out with the curses of the creature who the vole had hit, and landed on a table. The water, tea, or whatever was in it spilt out and soaked a friendly-looking otter.
All at once, chaos broke out. Everyone took handfuls of food and threw it around blindly, either reaching a target, or getting hit themselves. Seor ducked around a couple of otters who were busy clearing the counter of it's glass, and she grabbed her bow, luckily unharmed. Suddenly, out of the crowd, somebody screamed.**
'Twas she who started it!
**Seor didn't run away, like would have done so from some others, but instead she turned around. Seeing that it wasn't her that they were blaming, Seor sighed of relief. In the crowd, she could see the mouse who had tried to provoke her being surrounded by others, looking quite angry.**
I'm not a she! Hey, watch it... 'Twas her who really started it!
**But nobody took heed of him. Someone in the crowd shouted:**
Food fight!!!!
**Everyone left what they were doing, and started either to attack others with food or get revenge on others who had hit them before.**