Post by Korren Greeneyes on Jun 3, 2006 13:50:51 GMT -5
The red-furred, greeneyed fieldmouse stepped into his very own room for the first time. It felt strange; all his life, he had traveled, and slept on the cold ground under the stars. Sleeping between four walls made him feel a bit uneasy. But he had to make the best of it. He was part of the Horde, now. maybe he could sneak out one night, lay his cloak on the grass, and sleep there. Hopefully it wasn't against the rules.
Looking around, he saw a small cot in the corner, a few hooks to hang his clothes on, and a small desk. What the heck was he going to need a desk for? Letters; he could write letters. But to whom? He thought of the pretty mousemaid he had met in Mossflower woods. He could write to her; the letters would probably never get there, but, a good desk couldn't go to waste.
To his relief, there was a small window at the back of the room. It wasn't sleeping under the stars, but it was something. Quietly, he moved his cot under the window, and lay down upon it. The fresh air, the stars twinkling; it felt strange, but not unpleasently strange. Korren started; this must have been what home felt like!
Looking around, he saw a small cot in the corner, a few hooks to hang his clothes on, and a small desk. What the heck was he going to need a desk for? Letters; he could write letters. But to whom? He thought of the pretty mousemaid he had met in Mossflower woods. He could write to her; the letters would probably never get there, but, a good desk couldn't go to waste.
To his relief, there was a small window at the back of the room. It wasn't sleeping under the stars, but it was something. Quietly, he moved his cot under the window, and lay down upon it. The fresh air, the stars twinkling; it felt strange, but not unpleasently strange. Korren started; this must have been what home felt like!