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Apr 04

Chapter 49: Evicted

Chapter 49: Evicted

In Which Kirrian’s Word Is Law.

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Arrin Woodgreen: He wakes sometime during the night and he yawns widely. He moves onto the bed and curls up around the ferret, promptly going back to sleep.

Yazeth: About three hours from daybreak, the ferret’s level of consciousness raises slightly from the nearly comatose state she’s occupied for the past day or so.

Arrin Woodgreen: Soquan remains sleeping, exhausted from the day before. He remains blissfully unaware the time of day outside and he moves closer to his friend as he sleeps longer.

Yazeth: As the sky begins to lighten, Kirrian begins to stir in her own room.

Arrin Woodgreen: The otter continues sleeping, still unaware.

Yazeth: Promptly at dawn, a rapping comes again at the door. In her own bed, Fiarah growls and rolls over.

Arrin Woodgreen: Soquan mumbles something as he becomes a bit more conscious.

Yazeth: The knocking comes again, louder this time. Fiarah flings off her covers, wraps herself in a dressing gown and stalks to the door. “WHAT.”

Arrin Woodgreen: He blinks a couple times and yawns, settling back down.

Yazeth: She wrenches the door open and glares at the trio standing there. As nice as Fiarah is, she is NOT a ‘morning person.’ “Oh. You again.”

Arrin Woodgreen: He wraps his arms around Jozra and drops back off to sleep. He’s heard Fiarah’s voice and was content to let her deal with whatever was wrong.

Yazeth: Kirrian scowls at Fiarah’s tone. “It’s morning. These two are to be gone.”

Arrin Woodgreen: He snores softly.

Yazeth: Fiarah blinks and narrows her eyes at her sister. “I never thought of you as so cold-hearted to throw out a beast in desperate need of aid.”

Arrin Woodgreen: His grips her a bit tighter and continues to snore.

Yazeth: Kirrian snarls ever so softly, glaring at her sister in return. “They are to leave, NOW.” She motions to Nolan and Deke.

Arrin Woodgreen:  Soquan keeps sleeping.

Yazeth: The muscle steps into the room, past the furiously protesting vixen and haul the sleeping otter to his feet.

Arrin Woodgreen: He wakes up slowly. “Who? Wha’s going on?”

Yazeth: A solution finally occurs to Fiarah, but she doesn’t let it show. She continues to protest at Nolan and Deke bodily haul the ferret and the otter across the room but doesn’t move to block them.

Arrin Woodgreen: The otter protests sleepily. “She’s sick, she needs help, you just can’t throw us out!”

Yazeth: Kirrian glares at Soquan. “She also attacked one of my members and has been banned from this house, as have you.” Deke, however, hears the otter’s words and pauses just inside the door to make sure the blanket is securely wrapped around the sleeping ferret.

Arrin Woodgreen: He breaks away from the muscle with a growl. “We’ll go, no need to shove us about. Just tell me where our stuff is.”

Yazeth: Kirrian continues glaring at the otter. “Your packs will be brought to you.” Fiarah notices a movement as Jinx, who had been hiding nearby, eavesdropping on the ‘conversation,’ dashes off to retrieve the packs.

Arrin Woodgreen: He frowns and crosses his arms. “Fine.” He moves to take Jozra from Deke.

Yazeth: Deke looks to Kirrian for advice but the vixen doesn’t notice and so he surrender’s the ferret’s body to the otter.

Arrin Woodgreen: He picks up the ferret and holds her almost possessively as he waits for their belongings.

Yazeth: Jinx returns fairly quickly with the packs that have been re-stuffed with the pair’s freshly washed clothing.

Arrin Woodgreen: He thanks Jinx warmly, there was no need to be angry with her after all. Not about to hand Jozra back to the muscle, he manages to awkwardly hold her against him as he straps on their packs and his staff. He shoves the ferret’s knife into his belt again and returns to holding her once more with both paws.

Yazeth: Kirrian, who never once stopped glaring at the otter and the ferret, now crosses her arms. “You have everything you need, now leave.” In her anger, the vixen ignores basic facts, but Jinx is quite the observant jill so she unobtrusively leads the otter out the door and down the steps.

Arrin Woodgreen: Soquan allows himself to be lead by the jill, becoming slightly more docile than moments before. Of course, he’s still not very happy about the situation. He turns to Jinx as they reach the door. “Thank Fiarah for her help for me okay? And.. err… apologize to the rattess that I… startled… last time I was here, I haven’t been able to do that yet.”

Yazeth: She winks at the otter and whispers. “Shhh… I’ll meet you outside in a second.” In a normal tone of voice she replies. “I will.”

Arrin Woodgreen: He nods a confirmation. “Thank you.” He limps out the door, shifting the ferret’s weight slightly.

Yazeth: Jinx firmly shuts the door behind the otter and then glances upstairs. “Can I have some breakfast now?” Kirrian merely waves her paw, finally content now that the two are out of the house. Fiarah scowls at her sister and descends the steps, following Jinx into the kitchen. Alone with the cutlery, Jinx winks at the vixen. “I can take them some food and lead them somewhere safe. Where should they go?”

Arrin Woodgreen:  The otter waits patiently, making sure Jozra was warm enough in the blanket.

Yazeth: Fiarah smiles slowly. “Remind me never to let me underestimate your resourcefulness.” She bustles about the kitchen, wrapping up some food in a kerchief. “I don’t think they’ll need much, we can send them to my mentor’s place. He lives in the back of the Solstice Temple.”

Arrin Woodgreen: He shifts restlessly, what if they were seen?

Yazeth: Jinx takes the bundle and nods. “I know where that is.” Quick as a shadow, she scoots out the backdoor.

Arrin Woodgreen: His ears perk up as he hears a noise. “Jinx?”

Yazeth: The jill nods. “Yeah, it’s me.” She shifts her package to one arm and grabs the hem of the otter’s tunic with her other hand. “Follow me.” Quickly, she leads the curious party out from under the eaves, into the rain and down the street.

Arrin Woodgreen: He follows obediently, sheltering Jozra the best he can from the rain.

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