Post by Aryela Jade Secray on Dec 4, 2010 21:13:05 GMT -5
"If you EVER leave me in charge of those...those dibbuns who call themselves warriors, I'll use you as my targeting board!!"
Aryela leaned her head on her paw as she stared at one of the Tracker's trainers. The black squirrel, Tara, stood over Aryela, practically spitting with rage. A patch covered one of the distraught squirrel's eyes, and only recently had she loosed the sling that had kept her arm pinned to her chest. She slammed the table with her good fist, causing a few tavern patrons to glance at her nervously. They weren't used to anyone speaking to General Aryela like that, but then, Tara wasn't exactly a normal squirrel.
"I almost lost my eye because the idiot didn't know how to put a bolt in the crossbow! I don't know where they dug up these recruits, but I'm about to send them back to their mamas in boxes!"
"Are you done?" Aryela asked in a feigned-bored tone.
Tara snorted loudly and plunked down on the chair across from the wolf. "Yes...But really, Aryela...I know why you have to leave like that, but can you wait until the recruits can actually train without killing themselves or me first?”
Aryela flashed the squirrel an amused smile. "I thought that was your job, Tara. You are the Tracker's trainer after all."
"Don't get smart with me," the squirrel snapped. Tara snatched her mug of ale and downed half of the contents in two gulps. "Uhg....terrible stuff, but it does make me feel better. Ow...Would it be upfront of me to ask for the day off tomorrow?"
Aryela shook her head. "Nay, go on. You deserve it, Tara. Get some sleep. Oh…" She reached into the satchel at her side and withdrew a small pouch. "Here...for your troubles."
Tara didn't even look into the bag. She shoved it into her belt, tilted her head once to Aryela, then left the tavern on weary paws. Aryela watched her go then leaned back in her chair. There were few beasts in the room since it was so late at night. Eleven perhaps? She wasn't certain. She knew she had arrived at the fort shortly after eight and had listened to Tara shout at her for nearly an hour, once Aryela had finished with her paperwork of course. The General had left the fort for about a week, after informing the Commanders, and while Tara had provided some "horror stories" of what the recruits had done to her, Aryela trusted that they'd been left in good paws, and that the squirrel was only partially exaggerating. Still, it would be good to see the greenies in action the next day.
Aryela tilted her mug of water and stared at the contents. Drinking this late would not be a good idea, and it would give her a nasty headache tomorrow on the training field. Sleep, however, wasn't exactly desirable either. She rubbed her eyes and pulled a small piece of parchment from her satchel. Leaving her food untouched, Aryela began making notes of the things she would have to take care of since her absence. Take stock of the armory, look at the budget, set up extra training sessions for incompetent archers...the list went on and on. Her candle burned low, and her mug was replaced with a fresh tankard of water.
It was going to be a long night.
(For Brooke)
Aryela leaned her head on her paw as she stared at one of the Tracker's trainers. The black squirrel, Tara, stood over Aryela, practically spitting with rage. A patch covered one of the distraught squirrel's eyes, and only recently had she loosed the sling that had kept her arm pinned to her chest. She slammed the table with her good fist, causing a few tavern patrons to glance at her nervously. They weren't used to anyone speaking to General Aryela like that, but then, Tara wasn't exactly a normal squirrel.
"I almost lost my eye because the idiot didn't know how to put a bolt in the crossbow! I don't know where they dug up these recruits, but I'm about to send them back to their mamas in boxes!"
"Are you done?" Aryela asked in a feigned-bored tone.
Tara snorted loudly and plunked down on the chair across from the wolf. "Yes...But really, Aryela...I know why you have to leave like that, but can you wait until the recruits can actually train without killing themselves or me first?”
Aryela flashed the squirrel an amused smile. "I thought that was your job, Tara. You are the Tracker's trainer after all."
"Don't get smart with me," the squirrel snapped. Tara snatched her mug of ale and downed half of the contents in two gulps. "Uhg....terrible stuff, but it does make me feel better. Ow...Would it be upfront of me to ask for the day off tomorrow?"
Aryela shook her head. "Nay, go on. You deserve it, Tara. Get some sleep. Oh…" She reached into the satchel at her side and withdrew a small pouch. "Here...for your troubles."
Tara didn't even look into the bag. She shoved it into her belt, tilted her head once to Aryela, then left the tavern on weary paws. Aryela watched her go then leaned back in her chair. There were few beasts in the room since it was so late at night. Eleven perhaps? She wasn't certain. She knew she had arrived at the fort shortly after eight and had listened to Tara shout at her for nearly an hour, once Aryela had finished with her paperwork of course. The General had left the fort for about a week, after informing the Commanders, and while Tara had provided some "horror stories" of what the recruits had done to her, Aryela trusted that they'd been left in good paws, and that the squirrel was only partially exaggerating. Still, it would be good to see the greenies in action the next day.
Aryela tilted her mug of water and stared at the contents. Drinking this late would not be a good idea, and it would give her a nasty headache tomorrow on the training field. Sleep, however, wasn't exactly desirable either. She rubbed her eyes and pulled a small piece of parchment from her satchel. Leaving her food untouched, Aryela began making notes of the things she would have to take care of since her absence. Take stock of the armory, look at the budget, set up extra training sessions for incompetent archers...the list went on and on. Her candle burned low, and her mug was replaced with a fresh tankard of water.
It was going to be a long night.
(For Brooke)