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[the_marli_tharn]

[Now that things have calmed down a little and Hyzenthlay has started to come to terms with the giant man-thing now taking up a sizeable plot on the grounts, she's back to working at her burrow. There's no real need to add extra runs or burrows to it, but it's something for her to do, and it could be said she's making up for lost time.]

[At first she doesn't realize she's kicked her journal open as she darts between runs and burrows, and it picks up the soft scrappling and schuff-schuff of dirt as she kicks clumps here and there as she arranges her living space to her own preference.]

[When she does notice it, she attempts to move it, taking the corner in her mouth and trying to drag it out of the burrow altogether. She finally drags it topside, and settles herself down on it for a moment of quiet contemplation.]

I hope whatever was the cause of the sadness is over. From what I understand, too many Stopped Running.

[[ooc: Open journal, open gardens!]]

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[silentrunning]

[Chell speaks, her voice sounding tired still.]

I think it's over.

[the_marli_tharn]

[Hyzenthlay would nuzzle you if she could. Instead, she shifts a paw on the journal, setting it over the angry black lines as they appeared. She still didn't really fully understand writing.]

I'm not even sure what happened.

[She just woke up in the giant man-thing surrounded by the tharn and zorn.]

[silentrunning]

[Chell slowly stands up and shuffles toward the door, journal in hand.]

I'll come outside and explain, if you want. I didn't see you where I was, or on the other ship, so I know where you must've been. Nobody explained, did they? Well, I'll try. Where are you?

[the_marli_tharn]

I am in the gardens.

[And then a small pause.] What is a ship?

[silentrunning]

[Chell thinks of how to explain.]

Did you ... wake up somewhere odd, about a week ago?

[the_marli_tharn]

The day before last, yes. I woke up that man-thing. There were men everywhere and they were so very upset.

[She was upset by proximity.]

[silentrunning]

Yes... That was a ship.

[OOC: My internet is still crap. If you get two replies to this, ignore one? :/]

[the_marli_tharn]

What is a ship?

[Man-things can be very confusing!]

[silentrunning]

Well... It's one of the way humans travel.

[encryptedlock]

[As for York, well, he's outside in an attempt to calm himself down. But a rabbit with a journal?

Well.]

...Easter Bunny?

[To be perfectly fair, the only time he met the guy was as a therapy rabbit when he was old and senile.]

WHAAAT i Icould have sworn i replied to this D:

[the_marli_tharn]

No, I don't know where he is right now.

[El-ahrairah had imporant things to attend to, she was sure of it.]

[encryptedlock]

Oh. [Well. That begs the question.]

So, are you on a loss, or do we seriously have more than one rabbit around here? I mean, no offense, but we never really had any, then all of a sudden two.

[the_marli_tharn]

[She twitches her ears at him. She wasn't sure how much she wanted to trust a man wearing a hrududu, but the other one she'd met hadn't been bad at all, had he?]

A Loss? No, I lost my Marks. [She thinks about what he said, about there being two rabbits.] I haven't seen any others, besides Bunny and myself, no.

[encryptedlock]

Oh. Well, sometimes humans get turned into animals for a week or two by the castle. Call it a temporary loss for some reason. Cats are most common, but I wouldn't put it past this place to turn someone into a rabbit some time.

[He settles down so he can be a little more on her level and tilts his head curiously.]

I'm York. You been here long?

[the_marli_tharn]

Cats? There are cats here? [She looks around, a bit of panic and fear in her voice. Cats are not good news to rabbits.]

[When he settles closer, she darts back a couple feet. He still looks like a hrududu for the most part, but after a moment she recovers some of the distance, sticking her nose forward and sniffing him.]

Hyzenthlay. Hrair, it seems.

[encryptedlock]

There are, but I think they're almost all indoor cats. Also, spoiled and fat from their owners feeding them all the time. [Well, he's not going to lie to her. When she sniffs, he holds out a hand palm up, much like he would with a cat or dog. Not that she can probably smell much of him under his armor.]

Hyzenthlay...hrair? Is that part of your name or something else?

[the_marli_tharn]

[She hesitates, but then twitches her nose closer to his offered hand. She doesn't smell him, actually, but she smells the armor and attributes it to him.]

Hyzenthlay is my name. It means fur-shining-like-dew.

[She sits back and consciously grooms herself for a moment, and inwardly she can't hep but to marvel, still, at the lack of scarring she'd had since a kit. She looks back up at him.] It actually does, here.

[eaglet]

Running where? To the other ship? [He's still trying to piece together what happened, but it's... confusing... reading it second-hand.]

[the_marli_tharn]

Stopped running. [Oh goodness, how does she explain?] Taken by the Black Rabbit of Inlé, or I suppose whatever collects man when they die.

[eaglet]

[Wow, what! He has never heard of the Black Rabbit of anything.]

Now I understand. Who are your people, if I may ask? I have never heard death be spoken about this way.

[the_marli_tharn]

[There's a thoughtful pause.] I am an Efrafan, I suppose, but before I was brought here I was on my way to joining a new warren.

[eaglet]

[Well, that explains it -- he's never heard of Efrafan either.] Warren?

[the_marli_tharn]

Yes, it was in the hills. I've never been there, but I could see it ... oh, I am sorry I am not there now! I hope the rabbits of Watership Down were able to make it back without further issue.

Oh, but I'm talking too much. What were your people like?

[eaglet]

[There's a short pause, as he's somewhat surprised by the question. Nobody has asked that before.]

My village is called Kanatahséton, but I have not been there for some months. So perhaps I have moved on, too.

[But......... hold on a second] What do you mean by rabbits?

[the_marli_tharn]

I mean, my people. I am a rabbit.

[Oh, that's right! He can't see here from this 'journal', can he?]