In a clearing...

[Ursula]

[ModNote: Continued from On the outskirts...]

*Ursula leads Tom to a small clearing a safe distance (for a bear) within the forest. A large stone outcropping juts from the ground in a rouch semicircle, forming both windbreak and shelter. A small brook flows through the clearing, heading towards the Dunnfalls*

I trust that this place will do?

[Tom Troughton]

"It will be most addequat."

*Tom replies while looking round.*

"A very charming location, I must say. You have very good taste Ursula."

*Tom wanders over to the rock.*

"Yes I'll take this spot."

*He mumbals a spell and a small Hut appers out of thin air.*

[Ursula]

*Ursula yawns and stretches*

I don't know if I'd call it taste... this is the kind of place my mother would have chosen for a den. Sheltered and peaceful.

[Tom Troughton]

"Like Mother Like Daughter in other words."

"Well Goodnight."

*He enters the hut and a thick curtain appers across the entrance.*

[Ursula]

*Ursula chuckles slightly as if at a private joke*

Yes. Indeed. I should warn you though... I usually sleep in my bear form. (OOC: since she was born a bear, she has difficulty sleeping in any other form, hence why she doesn't want to stay in an inn, or near humans) Does that bother you?

[Tom Troughton]

"Not at all My dear girl. Like I said I trust you."

[Tom Troughton]

*Ursula is wokern in the early Morning to the sound of Tom playing his recorder. Strangly he is playing a melody that is not one of his useawal tunes. It is a sad meloncoly but buteifull Tune, That makes Ursula feel sad but as she lisserns to the tune drifft off in to the cold early morning air she feels the sort of sad happines that you feel when recalling a brithday or Christmas that is passed but you wish was still happaning. She spots Tom sitting crossed Leged on on of the rocks back to her faceing towards Wolfenden. When he finishes and hops down from the rock she quizzes him on the tunes origan.*

[Ursula]

*The huge Grizzly bear that is Ursula snores softly with her head on her massive clawed paws. One ear twitches slightly in response to the music as she begins to wake up, and she pushes herself into an amusingly human-like sitting position, blinking sleepily. A deep, ursine yawn reveals a set of fearsome teeth, then the bear gets up on her hind legs, and shrinks back to human form, muttering under her breath*

...hmmm... should be hibernating right now...

*Ursula retrieves her staff from the ground, then heads over to where Tom is sitting*

A beautiful tune my friend. I've never heard its like, where did you learn it?

(OOC: Is tom still with Ursula at this point, or is he with Brother Strange and RingmasterRob?)

[Tom Troughton]

(OOC: Don't worry this storyline is set after his involvment with Rob & Strange he leves them after a confrountation with Deal.)

<Hasn't realised Ursula is awake.>

*Tom spins round in shock.*

"OH MY GIDDY AUNT."

"Oh its you my dear, I am sorry did I wake you?"

"I was playing a old tune from my races culture. Its a Lament to all Lost and Tortuerd Spirits, Its suposed to coumfort them. Of corse it would never work propaly on a soal so tortured as the one we encounterd last night. But I thought it just might bring her some small amount of comfort and I figured that a small amount is better then none at all."

[Ursula]

Ah, I see. We can only hope that it gives the poor girl some measure of comfort, as you said, something, no matter how small, is better than nothing at all. It it a lovely melody

*Stretching with another yawn, Ursula shakes herself, trying to get rid of the lingering vestiges of sleep*

Well, the river is not far off, and I could do with breakfast... how about you?

[Tom Troughton]

"Thats a capital Idear my girl, Lead the way."

[Ursula]

Very well, the waterfall is probably the best spot for a bit of fishing...

*Ursula strides off in the direction of the Dunnfalls*