[FIN] In My Own Little Corner [Open]

[Lucca]

It had been one of -those- days. Started off decently enough with morning cleaning duty, progressing to a rather dicey time of preparing a salad to go with lunch, which she managed to somehow salvage using freshly-picked clover, and then topped off with a disastrous attempt at repairing the broken banister that led to the rarely used second floor of the Warren. After splintering wood and falling rather painfully on her tail, one of the senior Leverets told poor little Mythiril to take a break, which she gladly accepted.

It was slow walk to her cubby hole that she called a room. Sure, it was small and cramped, but it was -her- space, about the only thing she could lay claim to in the world besides her ragged blue blanket that sat inside it. Not that she minded that much, since that was the lot in life of a Leveret, but her little room was one of the few places she could be at peace. Daydreaming would not have been considered proper, she was sure, so she only did it on her own time.

The dizzy, pounding feel of shame dogged her steps as she hopped, but she tried to push it back. She was actually trying to bleed herself a little less, after having a talk with her Mother-Doe. But it was very hard for the young Mid-Ranger, who had a very strong sense of honor.

[Bee]

Tripsei hadn't much cared about the change in scenery when Anubis traded her away--the dark woods of Torquehelm to the clear water of the Lakes, different insects, different leaves, different climate, it made little difference at all. She was perfectly content either way. She'd plucked a couple of the native flowers to decorate her quarters. Weeds, they'd politely tried to tell her, but they were pretty and she liked them, so what difference did it make?

She became dimly aware of a sad-looking little Leveret going the other direction. Mid-Ranger, she remembered; her Jack's child? Not that parentage mattered. She felt a pull of melancholy looking at her--Mid-Rangers were painted such dismal sky-shades, shot through with blood. Battlerabbits.

"Wait, please," she told the Leveret. It would listen no matter what tone she took with it, but she never saw any reason to be unkind.

[Lucca]

Though she was very distracted, at the other voice that cut across her thoughts, Myth came to a complete standstill, even before she heard what the voice said. Her large ears twitched, and she turned to see who was addressing her, for th voice had been completely unfamiliar. Upon seeing the Doe, who she dimly remembered had been recently traded in to their Warren, she assumed a deferent position, head down and ears back.

"Oh, I am sorry Ma'am, I did not see you there. How can I be of service?" she said meekly, as befit her station, and the feeling of shame was pushed back as Myth felt suddenly lighter. Could she offer her help to this Doe, and in so doing make up for he earlier failure? That would appease her sense of honor nicely and without bloodshed. Though of course, if she failed in this too, she would slink off somewhere to quietly bleed away her shame at being such a sad, sorry little creature who could not even do her duty as she ought.

[Bee]

"Be still a moment," she said, voice a little far away, and tucked one of the little dandelions behind the Leveret's ear. Now things looked right, like a portrait that had been missing the final brush strokes. Quite the eye for completing paintings. "There we go, a little sunshine poking through the clouds."

She contemplated her little bundle of flowers. If she had an extra pair of paws she could carry even more to her room, and perhaps send the little Leveret off with a few, as well. She wasn't sure where it slept, but she thought it might need a little bit of sprucing up, wherever it was. All she could imagine was grey.

"Ah ha," she said, as she settled on her course of action, "why don't you be a good little dandelion and help me gather a few more flowers? You wouldn't happen to know of any blue ones, would you?"

She hadn't had an enormous amount of time to explore the area, and she wouldn't want to miss out on any hiddden treasure.

[Lucca]

Myth blinked. This was certainly an...odd Doe. She'd seen a lot of Does come in and out of this Warren, but none of them had ever had quite that...distant of a look in their eyes. She knew that look. It was the look she was sure was on her own furry little face when she spaced out and let her imagination transport her elsewhere, except that she would never have attempted talking to anyone in that state. But Does were allowed their little eccentricities, she supposed.

Her ear twitched curiously, as she tried to think what the Doe might have meant. "Oh, thank you," she said softly, meeting the eyes of the other Rabbit. If she wanted to put a weedy flower behind her ear...so be it. Honor could be found in the oddest of places sometimes. Though she did relax quite a bit when a request was made of her. The nickname was easily overlooked.

"Ah, yes Ma'am, I would be happy to assist you gathering some flowers," she said with a smile. "And in fact I -do- know where to find some bluebells, if those would do. They are a lovely little blue flower, and there's a patch of them not far from the Warren."

[Bee]

Ah, bluebells! Such a lovely little ring, she thought--they didn't actually make noise, but she imagined them to, and that was almost rather a lot better, wasn't it? No real bell would sing so sweet. Stretches of choruses in some places, even. The mark of ancient woods. She'd hide well in a choir of bluebells.

"Oh yes," she said, happily, managing to pull herself out of her azure dreamscape and focus on the adorable little dandelion in front of her. "Do lead the way."

Not far from the Warren was good. She had a poor sense of home. Better she'd been a roving Leveret. She suspected sometimes the only reason she didn't wear the bluebells like a blanket forever was her unnatural flexibility. They liked that. A lot. The Jacks, that was. Though Anubis had eventually grown weary.

But what can you do? Fortune's wheel turns regardless. It was time for dandelion to take her to bluebells.

[Lucca]

"Of course! Right this way!" Myth beamed, glad to be of service, in whatever capacity, to one of the Does. After all, that was her duty, that was her place. Questioning her orders was not her place, and so she wasn't going to waste time doing so. Merrily, she hopped towards the main entrance of the Warren, tail wiggling. Leading them out into the bright sunshine of the Lakes, and glancing back to make certain she was being followed by the spacey Doe, the Leveret would hop to the left just a bit, and then forward, toward where, in a very sunny patch between the shadows of two beech trees, a large patch of bluebells grew.

She hadn't been exaggerating when she said it was close to the Warren, for it had really only taken them five minutes or less to get here. She stood rigidly to attention, paws just shy of touching the flowers, looking expectantly back at the Doe to see if these fit her wishes. "Here we are, Miss, will these do?" The ear with the dandelion behind it twitched, though not enough to dislodge the flower.

[Bee]

Tripsei could quite happily have just rolled and rolled and rolled in them until she was a delightfully uniform blue, but she didn't want to squish them--after all, they were going to her room, and it was very bad luck to decorate your personal space with dead or damaged flowers. She'd heard that...somewhere.

She smiled and gave a pleased little hum. "Lovely, they're lovely. You've done a beautiful job." Her gaze drifted over the patch of bluebells again and she tried to decide. How many did she need? How did she usually make decisions in situations like this?

Ah, she remembered. The math took only a couple of moments. Two horns, two ears, four legs, one tail. Nine. And then you went halfsies. Nine by four and a half. 40 and a half flowers. Well that wouldn't quite work, would it? Taking half a flower would be cruel. She wouldn't like it if someone cut her in half. Scratch the half. 40. Then halfsies again. 20. Which meant that dandelion got...six.

Perfect. "Twenty-six," she said, half to herself, half to the dandelion. "We need 26. Be gentle with them."

[Lucca]

She allowed herself a little smile. Inwardly she felt a rush of triumph, the heady feeling of fulfilling her solemn duty of her station in life. She was a type very much concerned with her duty. Honor would come with succeeding in one's duty, shame with failure. This was the code of the Mid-Ranger. They were sworn to uphold their honor and integrity in all situations. "Thank you, Miss!" After that, the Doe went silent for a while, and Myth had no idea what to do with that, so she just sat and waited. She hadn't yet been told to pick any, after all, and she didn't want to upset the Doe or waste flowers unnecessarily. A worried look creased her young face as she waited... disappearing entirely the moment that the Doe spoke again.

"Oh, of course! I wouldn't dare treat them harshly." Very, very carefully, using her paws, she began to pick the flowers, setting them carefully off to the side, and counting in her head as she went. In hindsight, she should have brought a basket or some other implement to carry them in, but they would manage somehow.

[Bee]

It was a very pretty little pile. She was happy she didn't pluck so many that the little patch of bluebells looked sad, like she had cut out part of its midsection and left it to bleed all over the forest floor. No holes, no blood. Nature hummed quietly.

There was the matter of moving them, of course. A choir of twenty-six was difficult to relocate when one did not have the proper means of transport. She glanced down at her paws, and wiggled them. Such a shame.

But then, they weren't her only parts. She gave her helpful little dandelion a sideways glance.

"A hat," she announced, happily. The solution to all problems was hat. The dandelion could just thread the bluebells all through her horns and she would be able to take them safely back to the warren. Not long of a trip, after all. If any jumped ship, the little Leveret could pick them up.