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April 2008
Topic Started: Nov 5 2009, 10:37 PM (3,962 Views)
golden_trillium

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Author: Unicorn
Date: Sat Apr 26, 2008 1:35 am

Dagonet


If not for Saoirse here... if not for her warm body, her face
and her voice, he would give up to everything. To despair and
darkness... But she was here beside him and this was the only
thing giving him comfort. The only person, who could
understand him and help him. She tried to give him a light
smile at his words and he wished he could smile even like
that... but he could not reply her with the same. HE felt her
legs pressed to his side and her hand reaching for his farther
shoulder, her other arm above his head.

He felt secure with her. Sheltered from the outside world.
They were only two of them here. Nobody will invide their
personal space. They were together and it was the only sure
thing now.

Everything else? Was a nightmare.

He had not thought any second in his life that death and pain
was brought to him by Saoirse... Never. She was his light...
and being without her was the most difficult thing in his life
at Badon. It started to shape once more in a good direction
before he left on this mission.

Now... everything fell into pieces. But he was willing to
start again... to try overcome this situation... Only if he
had more strenght in him. If he had faith...

Saoirse laid down herself and it was good to feel her so close
to feel her head crudling his own.

Saoirse
 
"Shh love... don't bury yerself in all a'this guilt,
please don't."


He closed his eyes thight shut... listening to her soft voice.
It was her silent pleading... and he felt his heart beat
faster, She could not wake him from this nightmare, she could
not shake it off him... She could only be there for him and
help him, himself overcome this all... It was he, who had to
force his mind and summon all of his strenght to do this. But
how not to bury himself in his guilt.. how not to give up to
this, when he was so hurt? Where to find strenght?

The kiss on his cheek was unexpected and he oppened his eyes
at it, but when Saoirse's lips touched his he let his eyelids
fall down once more, giving up to his lover... tasting her
lips. Such sweetness in such harsh reality.

Saoirse
 
"There's more t'life than tha' hurt, I promise ye
there'll be more. Just give it some more time an' y'll
see there's more than guilt an' ... an'.. hurt. There's
more, I swear there's more."


Dagonet's heart beated faster, his eyes were looking into her
face directly.

There is more...

More...

He frowned in pain and slowly nodded his head. Just give it
time... Time... This is all that he had in his power... to
wait. He could do nothing more. She sweared.. that meant that
she believed in it, that it was real. That there was something
more. Dagonet let out a silent sob, which shook his body once
more. He tried to move his injured body to hide beside her
from the rest of the world further, pressed himself to her.
His hand went to her cheek and brushed it gently, while his
eyes looked into hers, closed ones.

Swear.. it was a strong word... And he thought of Saoirse only
as strong. He should be also strong.

"I love you..." he whispered and found her mouth with his
lips, kissed her gently, but weakly.

After the kiss his head lolled back to his side and he closed
his eyes feeling pain in his body... he let out a silent sigh.

"I am sorry..." he murmured. "That I wanted to.. stay.. there.
and leave you alone. I am so sorry... But I did not know what
to do."

He looked back at her and attampted a heavy, very unhappy
smile

"I was mistaken. I want to try, Saoirse... I love you"
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golden_trillium

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Author: Kay
Date: Sat Apr 26, 2008 5:14 am
Guinevere


Mona
 
"Guinevere, do you think perhaps Neeria has betrayed us
to the Romans?"


Guinevere stopped suddenly and pulled the cloth away from her
face. She turned to look at Mona, her heart thudding wildly as
she fought to suppress the howl of outrage gathering in her
breast.

"How can you even suggest that?" she said at length; her voice
sounded strange; her anger almost forcing through to wreck her
composure. "She was taken captive after a valiant attempt to
kill Arthur. Even now she is probably lying in some fetid
dungeon in terrible pain, and you.." Guinevere swallowed hard,
clenching and unclenching her fists. "You accuse her of
betrayal?"

The Woad's dark eyes blazed with rage that flashed and burned
inside of her. The image of her dear friend being taken away
by Arthur's cronies, danced before her and Guinevere realised
with horror that her eyes were brimming with tears; whether
they were tears of sorrow or of anger, she could not tell.
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golden_trillium

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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Sat Apr 26, 2008 9:42 am
Mona


Mona cringed. The anger in Guinevere's voice was apparent and
immediately Mona regretted having said anything at all related
to Neeria's possible defection. But this was Mona's chance
to...

Guinevere
 
How can you even suggest that?


Mona turned red. She lowered her head and shifted nervously
from one foot to another. Mona did not answer her.

Guinevere
 
"She was taken captive after a valiant attempt to kill
Arthur. Even now she is probably lying in some fetid
dungeon in terrible pain, and you...you accuse her of
betrayal?"


The woad princess's voice quivered which revealed her raw
emotion. Mona looked back up and met Guinevere's blazing dark
eyes that were rimmed with tears that threatened to spill
over.

"Guinevere, forgive me, princess," Mona said. "I don't wish to
hurt you or to speak ill of Neeria in her absence. But I
thought perhaps your father had told you last night before he
retired."

Mona paused for a moment as Guinevere stared at her with a
quizzical look on her face. Knowing it was too late to stop,
Mona continued.

"I thought perhaps Merlin told you that after Neeria was
captured by Arthur, I heard her tell him that if he spared her
life, she would lead Arthur to us - to your father. Arthur
agreed and spared her life. That is the reason Neeria lives,
prisoner or not. Arthur spared her in return for your father."

Mona stared at Guinevere, realizing that she almost pleased
with the reaction she saw on the princess's face.
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Author: Ranchera
Date: Sat Apr 26, 2008 10:57 am
Connell


Connell had hired one of the orphaned local boys to look after
his animals and his home while he was gone. He also refreshed
his supplies, only guessing at what to expect when they
rescued Neeria and whomever else the Romans held. As he patted
one of the goats of his menagerie, the hired boy had looked at
him, and asked him, “What if you don’t return?”

Connell’s gray eyes had fallen on the boy’s youthful face.
“Then everything I have is yours,” he replied after a moment.
Then he departed.

He trudged through the brush and reappeared at Merlin’s
encampment. Few were about, but he sighted Mona and more
importantly, Guinevere.

Connell solidified himself and reappeared through the brush,
hiking his small bag upon his back. “Good morrow, ladies. I
trust we’re ready. We’re in this together come what may, yes?”
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Sat Apr 26, 2008 11:37 am
Eala


Eala sniffled loudly when she was hauled back to her feet. She
stood with her head bowed, her eyes downcast and her shoulders
hunched forward protectively. Every now adn then she shivered
but it was suppressed anger, not cold that had her shivering.
She hated this place. It smelled awful. The man beside her
kept talking but she ignored him, keeping her eyes focussed on
the ground. People moved around her, shifting in and out of
beds. Eala glanced up at the man when she thought he had
finished talking, a look of pure, untapped hate - and his lips
started to move again.

The little blonde narrowed her black eyes. That hurt the
bruise on her cheek a little. Her lips parted as she mimicked
some of the words that he spoke, trying to figure them out in
her head.

He was asking her if she would fight for freedom?

The little woad grit her teeth and gave another loud sniff,
this time it was more a confidence thing before she nodded her
head stiffly. She would die for for freedom, not just fight
for it. His gaze shifted and Eala followed it briefly, seeing
a strangely dressed woman looking at her in horror. Eala's
eyes widened and she glanced down at herself wondering what on
earth the woman had seen to make her look so horrified.
The blanket was still half over her head but on the side it
wasnt the cover had slipped to reveal the swollen shoulder
socket. But what did she care? She was a Roman!

Eala's nose wrinkled as she looked back at the woman but as
she did so she spotted a familiar face on the bed behind.

"Nnnnnnn!!!!" the little woad suddenly moaned, coming to life
unexpectedly, bouncing on the balls of her feet and went to
run forward. But the chains and the man holding them didn't
give her much leeway and so she came up short, stumbling a
little. She turned to hiss at the man holding the chains,
wrapping her fingers about the cold metal and tugged them
viciously, making strange noises all the while, attempting to
go to Neeria.









Drake

It took a long time before Linnette stopped releasing the most
heart-wrenching, choking sobs. It took a long time before she
started to still next to him. It took a long time of thinking
for Drake to realise that his plans to leave were now well and
truly scuppered. He kept a hand to the side of Linnette's head
and looked over at his saddlebags which he had unceremoniously
dumped on the ground in front of the two of them. He had been
leaving because of his growing attachment, because of his
increasing emotions here at Badon Hill - and he knew that that
was only to become worse, but something more important than
his sanity and hermitage demanded he remain. He had no
intentions of taking Gedeon's place by Linnette's side and he
would never think to do so, but he couldn't leave her when she
was so broken.

The Spaniard's mind was racing with all these thoughts,
justifying his decision to remain now as much as he had
justified it to leave yesterday when Linnette stirred beside
him.

Linnette
 
“He…they say he…fell…f…from a wall just like this one.”


Drake was shaking his head softly by the second word out of
Linnette's mouth. By the time she had uttered what she wanted
to she had dissolved into another fit of sad tears, her voice
rising in pitch and sorrow towards the end. Drake sighed
looking down at her with her face against her sleeve which was
pulled down over her hand. Women's tears was a serious weak
point in his seemingly impenetrable armour. Ever since he had
seen his wife in floods of tears on their bed with her blood
everywhere... seeing women cry reminded Drake of that horrid,
treacherous moment painfully.

How could he unbreak her heart?

"Why are you out here, Linnette? Why aren't you with your
sister?" Drake asked gently but firmly, his brow furrowed
deeply. His hand on her far shoulder twitched, hitching her
cloak up about her a little more to keep the warmth in as much
as possible. He cuoldn't understand why she would be here of
all places if it was a place like this where her husband had
fallen. Did she expect to find him here? Did she expect to
look down the side of the wall and see her husband return?
Drake realised that that is precisely what she had hoped for
and he swallowed hard.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sat Apr 26, 2008 12:04 pm
Linnette


Drake
 
"Why are you out here, Linnette? Why aren't you with
your sister?"


"She..." Linnette sniffed deeply, her chin trembling as she
looked up at Drake again, getting her crying under control and
preparing herself to talk. Unable to begin for a second, she
fluttered one cold hand in the vague direction of the knights'
quarters, and Linnesse and Derfel's room.

"She was asleep- I didn't want to wake her. She's been so
ill." Linnette sniffled again, but a sad half-smile crossed
her face, incongruous after all those tears. It was good that
Linnesse was sleeping so peacefully- she needed to recover,
regain her strength. It was good that she was resting, away
from the cold here up on the wall and all Linnette's tears.

Which were threatening again in the corners of her eyes. A bit
impatient with their constant proximity, Linnette stood up in
a smooth movement and turned around, leaning her elbows once
more on the parapet and looking out at the road that passed
under Badon's gate and out into infinity. There was no one on
it now- no lone rider coming home late from the battle, not
even a staggering, wounded straggler. No one.

"I came here because...well..." she gestured downwards to the
road and shrugged as a lump formed in her throat and her chin
trembled again. Somehow, she had the idea that Drake would
understand what she was thinking about, even if, in this
instance, it was foolishness. Which it was. Heaving a
discontented sigh that was also an attempt to once more get
her tears under control, she turned her back on the empty
vista of the road and leaned her back against the parapet
instead, drawing her cloak tighter around her. It was then
that she spotted the saddlebags- two of them, packed full,
sitting on the ground about three feet away from her. For just
a fraction of a second, she started, thinking they were
Gedeon's, taken from her room, and why on earth had Drake done
that? She threw him a momentary sharp glance- before realizing
that these saddlebags were different, a slightly darker color,
and decorated differently. They weren't Gedeon's- so they must
be Drake's.

"Are you going somewhere?" she asked him, looking curiously up
into his eyes, her brows slightly knitted together in the
middle.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Sat Apr 26, 2008 1:17 pm
Saoirse


Saoirse wasn't convinced that she was the right person to be
doing this. She was not the most sypmathetic ear in the world.
Nor was she necessarily good at comforting people. It just
hapened to be that she didn't trust anyone else with bringing
Dagonet through this. She doubted that even she could do it -
but at least this way if he remained in this morose state that
she would have no one else to blame but herself. That he loved
her was irrelevant to his recovery.

She thought.

Dagonet
 
"I love you..."


His kiss was well received. Saoirse's lips were tense when he
kissed her, but she enjoyed it for what it was. She
appreciated it for the comfort it brought to her, the
reassurance that not everything had changed, despite how
things felt. IT didn't last long - Dagonet's head lolled
backwards and he sighed. Saoirse held her breath, eyes still
shut and her lips still parted where he had been kissing her.

Dagonet
 
"I am sorry... That I wanted to.. stay.. there. and
leave you alone. I am so sorry... But I did not know
what to do. I was mistaken. I want to try, Saoirse... I
love you"


The Irish woman's eyes opened slowly, as if opening for the
first time. She looked down at Dagonet, tilting her head so
that it rested on her shrugged shoulder. His words meant alot
to her. She knew he meatn them despite the sadness in his
smile. Saoirse sighed, offering another sad smile as she
lifted her fingers to his lips.

"Ye don't have t'smile,..." she told him, "Just mean those
words an' tha' is all I'll ask of ye." Saoirse spoke honestly.
She loved his smile but this was nothing but a hollow,
heartbreaking shadow of his smile. It was sad, it held every
ounce of pain that he felt and it seemed gruesome to make him
smile when there was nothing light inside of him right now.
"I love ye too, Dagonet. More an' more." The Irishwoman
trailed her fingers across Dagonet's forehead and down over
his eyebrows.

"Ye must be tired ... d'ye wan' t'sleep?"







Drake

Drake felt a very unsteady tremor in his chest when Linnette
looked up at him with such sorrow in her hazel eyes. That
sorrow seemed to mock him - mocking his resolve to try and
unbreak her heart. His jaw tensed and his bottle green gaze
dropped a little, looking at the tear drop on Linnette's pale
jaw instead of focussing on her pained eyes. It was that bit
easier to look at the tear than to look at the source of them,
to see the pain that sent those tiny salty beads cascading
down her innocent cheek.

Linnette
 
"She... She was asleep- I didn't want to wake her. She's
been so ill. I came here because...well..."


The Spaniard nodded his head at her explanation about
Linnesse. He understood her reasoning well enough, and he
could hardly be angry with the blonde sister for leaving
Linnette so alone at such a time because the woman had been so
damnably sick. Drake had escaped hte illness - though he did
have a hole in his hand from the attack - it was not something
that needed bedrest the way that ailment would require for
those who had been struck down by it.

Drake lifted his arms suddenly when Linnette lurched to her
feet. He remained sitting on the ground while she spoke,
tilting his head to peer up at her through the grey curtain of
rain that continued to fall. The wind blowing on the other
side of the wall caught her hair, sending it whipping back
behind her as she faced the parapet. When she paused in her
explanation, Drake stood. He felt awkward standing in front of
he the way he did now - his hands hanging limp at his sides,
all the blood rushing to his fingers. His head was lifted with
pride though, that permanent frown still upon his forehead
when Linnette turned around.

The spaniard lifted his eyes to look into hers but she was
looking downwards now.

At his bags.

Linnette
 
"Are you going somewhere?"


Drake silently cursed his haste. He glanced over his shoulder
with eyebrows raised, as if unaware of what she referred to.
And there they sat. A silent reminder to him of his good
intentions. Taking a deep breath, Drake scratched the back of
his neck and pursed his lips, looking back at Linnette,
evenly, in the eye.

"No." he replied honestly. Not anymore I'm not. he finished in
his head. Somehow he knew that if he was to tell Linnette he
had been planning to leave that one of two things would happen
- she would either break down and cry and beg him not to leave
right now, or worse, she would insist that he stick to his
plans and go where he had to go. That was impossible now.
Knowing how helpless she was... oh so she could handle a bow
and arrow! He had witnessed that himself. But she was fragile
right now. Perhaps when she had passed the worst of her grief,
perhaps then he would leave as he had intended. Before he
attached himself even more. He would not risk hurting her by
allowing himself to .... care.

"The barracks was destroyed in the attack." the Spaniard
explained, all honesty.
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Author: Kay
Date: Sat Apr 26, 2008 1:53 pm
Guinevere


Mona
 
"Guinevere, forgive me, princess, I don't wish to hurt
you or to speak ill of Neeria in her absence. But I
thought perhaps your father had told you last night
before he retired. I thought perhaps Merlin told you
that after Neeria was captured by Arthur, I heard her
tell him that if he spared her life, she would lead
Arthur to us - to your father. Arthur agreed and spared
her life. That is the reason Neeria lives, prisoner or
not. Arthur spared her in return for your father."


Guinevere stared at Mona; her mind was reeling with this news.
Could it be possible that Neeria had......? No! Neeria would
never betray them to Arthur of all people. She hated the man.
The Woad princess carefully arranged her features to disguise
her inner turmoil, although she feared that Mona may have
caught a brief glimpse of Guinevere's distress.

"I am certain that my father did not tell me this news because
he gave no credence to the notion that Neeria would give such
information to Arthur. She must have a plan of some kind"
Guinevere said with a small nod, more to herself than to Mona,
as if she were underlining the fact for her own satisfaction
and dispelling any doubt she may have.

The conversation between the two woman was suddenly halted,
when Connell, the healer, suddenly appeared in front of them.

Connell
 
“Good morrow, ladies. I trust we’re ready. We’re in this
together come what may, yes?”


Guinevere smiled, turning towards Connell, and away from Mona.

"Yes, we are" she said. "We must be on watch for Ash's signal.
In the meantime, I must see my father."

Guinevere carefully rearranged her disguise, hiding as much of
her face as she could, so that any emotions her features
betrayed, were concealed behind the bloodied cloth.

"I would be grateful for your company" she said to Connell."
And she fell into step beside the healer, leaving Mona
scurrying along behind.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Sat Apr 26, 2008 2:01 pm
Neeria


Eala
 
Nnnnnnn!!!!


Neeria gasped and pushed down the pain she felt sweep over her
as her body tightened at the sight before her. Eala was
calling out to her, trying to get to Neeria except she
couldn't because she was shackled! Neeria stared in horror,
taking in the sight that was before her. Little Eala looked
terrible. Her face was bruised and cut and the way the blanket
was positioned, Neeria could see a horrible bruise on the
child's exposed shoulder.

"Eala!!!!" Neeria screamed. Tears sprang forth from nowhere
and burned her eyes. She was not alone! Eala had been captured
also and by all the gods she was hurt badly. Ordering her feet
to move, Neeria pushed around the nun and rushed toward Eala.
The Roman holding Eala's chains, made a step forward but did
not attempt to block Neeria. The child was wild-eyed and
jumping up and down frantically. The older woad opened her
blanket and circled her arms around the girl, holding the
child closely to her, pressing her mouth to Eala's ear.

"Nambok-ta!" Neeria said to the child in her ear in their
native tongue. Calm down she said to her in a soothing voice.
"Seemna ro-tok", I am here,. Neeria continued to hold the girl
closely, hoping Eala would be able to connect with her.

"What have they done to you, Eala?" Neeria said into the
girl's ear. Neeria was horrified to see that Eala was naked
and the horrible bruises about her face and body. The hatred
that Neeria felt for the Romans suddenly returned as she
cradled Eala and tried to reassure her.
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Sat Apr 26, 2008 2:14 pm
Dagonet


His mind was troubled with death and pain, his soul and heart
was broken... his faith lost. But he had her beside.. He had
Saoirse, who tried her best to help him. The wounds in his
heart and soul were still too fresh.. still aching and still
deep, very deep. It was good to have her close, it brought
element of peace and stability. But he could not drew strenght
and comfront from this... not yet. It was still too fresh.

She smiled at him in her sad and compassion smile and brought
her fingers to his lips.

Saoirse
 
"Ye don't have t'smile,... Just mean those words an'
tha' is all I'll ask of ye. I love ye too, Dagonet. More
an' more."


Her touch was so gentle... He frowned in pain and
understanding... He didn't have to smile... He did not have to
summon strenghts and lightness he had not in him. He meant
those words... really, he wanted to try and give it time... he
wanted to give the world and his pain time. And to hear that
she loved him made him feel a little warmer. This time she
won't leave him.. She was there for him.

He nodded silently his head and wanted to thank her for being
with him, for staying with him this whole time... for loving
him, but she already asked this question, which made him close
his eyes for a moment

Saoirse
 
"Ye must be tired ... d'ye wan' t'sleep?"


Dagonet was weak.... He could feel it in his body. He had lost
too much of blood, it drained strneghts from him. He breathed
a little harder. Did he want to sleep? Did he want to rest a
little? He oppened his eyes and looked at her. He was tired...
his body was tired and his heart was tired. But even so he
shook lightly his head. He was afraid of having nightmares....
Of seeing Gedeon's fall once more. In truth the last night he
hadn't any of them, but still he was afraid of the pain to
come back.

He did not want to sleep... but his body was saying otherwise.
His head turned to the side and his eyes went shut.

"I don't want to..." he murmured silently. "...but my body
thinks differently."

He forced his eyes to open once more to look upon her....

"I'll rest only.. for a moment."

... before he slipped away into darkness of dreams.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sat Apr 26, 2008 2:27 pm
Linnette


Drake
 
"No. The barracks was destroyed in the attack."


"Oh." Linnette blinked a bit confusedly, looking from Drake to
the bags on the ground and back again. That explained well
enough why Drake had his things all packed up, but not why he
had dragged them all the way up here to the wall. It still
felt like a piece of that puzzle was missing- but it couldn't
be that important. Linnette brushed it off with a shrug and
pushed a couple of sodden strands of hair back from her face.
She hadn't quite realized how wet she had gotten, sitting out
here in the rain which was a bit more than a drizzle by now.
But now that she thought about it- a good deal of the dampness
on her face wasn't tears. And Drake was starting to look
rather bedraggled, too, standing there with his hair pressed
in a damp ridge to his forehead and the shoulders of his cloak
dark with wet.

"M...maybe we should go inside...somewhere." There was a tone
of resignation in her voice as she made a vague gesture
towards the tavern; she really wasn't ready to face people
yet. But would she ever be? Would it ever be any better than
it was now? It was hard to imagine it being so. She dropped
her eyes again, feeling droopy and tired and drained, and
spotted the bandage around Drake's hand. She had done that
bandage herself, the night before last.

"How's your hand?" she murmurred, reaching out to touch the
edge of the bandage curiously, her eyes still downcast.












Linnesse

Morning.

The first thing Linnesse was aware of was comfort. She had not
dreamed, that she could remember- she had slept as deep as
could be imagined, hardly moving all night. Now, as she began
to come awake, she became aware of the warm cocoon her body
was wrapped in- one consisting not only of blankets, but of
Derfel's warm, heavy, sleeping presence beside her. She lay
still for what seemed like a long while, eyes closed, just
enjoying the warmth and pleasant lassitude that spread through
her extremities. Until her stomach, most uncharacteristically,
growled.

Growled? She blinked her eyes open, surprised, and took stock
of her feelings. She was tired still, yes...but she was also,
incredibly, hungry. Starving, in fact. Her stomach positively
ached to be filled- a completely novel experience, one which
she had not had the pleasure of since before her illness
started.

And Linnette! That was the next thought that popped into her
head, making her sit up abruptly, then squeeze her eyes shut
against the sudden wave of dizziness that occasioned. It
passed quickly, though, and she opened her eyes again, now
pushing back the blanket and swining her legs over the edge of
the bed. Was she all right? Was she still in her room, or
already about for the day? Where was she? The urgency of
needing to find her sister was so much that even barefoot and
cloakless, Linnesse was almost to the door, and had very
nearly stepped on the breakfast tray before she saw it.

She stumbled sideways, nearly losing her balance as she tried
to redirect that step in midair, barely missing one of the
mugs of juice with her foot. How in the world had that gotten
there?? Once she had recovered her balance, she crouched down
to see what was on the tray, one hand on the dresser to keep
from wobbling again. It was, come to find out, a perfectly set
out breakfast, enough for two people, with generous portions
of bread and cheese, butter and some kind of preserves for the
bread, and- most unexpectedly, two full mugs of the fruit
juice that Linnesse knew was in exceedingly short supply.
Linnette- Linnette must have done this! She was in charge of
all the stores for the tavern, and often could get her hands
on small delicacies unavailable just for the asking to the
general public. Linnette! Bless her! Linnesse felt actual
tears spring briefly to her eyes in gratitude for this- and
also for the small evidence that Linnette was at least well
enough to do this. She would eat quickly, and then go find her
sister as soon as she possibly could.

Blinking back that trace of moisture, Linnesse now set herself
to pick up the tray and bring it over closer to the bed. It
would be comfortable to sit by Derfel while she ate, and
surely he would want some, too. Setting one knee carefully on
the floor, she closed her hands around the handles of the tray
and lifted, balancing carefully. It seemed terribly heavy-
much more so than it should, even considering the heavy
crockery plates and mugs of juice. Linnesse was out of breath
by the time she had managed to carry set it down on the chair
which Linnette had sat in last night and which still stood
alongside the bed, so much so that she could not set herself
to eating immediately, hungry though she was. She collapsed
onto the bed, on her side, facing the tray and with her back
to Derfel, just looking at the food for a moment as she got
her breath back.
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Author: linnet
Date: Sat Apr 26, 2008 3:33 pm
Juna


Every move Merlin made was confident and sure, but always
gentle. Juna trusted him totally, her body having become
pliant and responsive to each touch. He had positioned himself
on his knees between her legs. When he loosened his pants and
let them fall from his waist, she had a momentary fear that
what the others had said about her inadequacy in taking a man
might be true. But she felt so ready, wanting him completely.

She lay back and watched as he pushed her skirt up to expose
her womanhood. When he touched her there, a sigh caught her
breath. Her neck arched upward while her head and back pressed
harder against the pine bed. Her fingers clenched at the bed’s
covering. The muscles at the inside and back of her thighs
tightened and her pelvis pushed slightly against his hand.
Still she kept her eyes upon him, although they were beginning
to insist on closing in pleasure for short moments as her body
took in the unfamiliar sensations.

Merlin
 
“Open for me.”


His words, both a whispered request and a gently authoritarian
command, were intoxicating. Juna bent both knees upward,
placed the soles of her feet against the bedding, and widened
the space separating her legs. He entered her, applying
careful but firmly insistent pressure. Her moist opening
yielded, and his fullness pushed deep into her. She moved to
accept him, letting her body’s tempo match his. The sensed
thrust of his release triggered her own climax. A soft cry of
“Oh…,” escaped from deep inside her, a mix of surprise and
pure joy. The waves of muscular clenching and release that
coursed through her were like nothing she had ever felt. She
just gave herself over to the wonder of it as each spasm
shuddered through her and forced her breath to hitch. Even
after Merlin withdrew, slight tremors continued for a few
moments.

She lay under his beautiful body, spent and happy beyond
description. Her arms encircled him, and her head nestled
lovingly against him. She had come so perilously close to
walking away, having given up hope of ever gaining his
attention. Surely no ocean or other wonder could compare to
this.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sat Apr 26, 2008 5:44 pm
Merlin


"You enjoyed that." It was a statement, not a question, and
Merlin murmurred it with a little smirk against Juna's neck,
happy and proud to have pleased her. He propped himself up on
his elbow again, cupping her cheek with his free hand, once
more tracing the sharp, aristocratic planes of her face.

"So did I," he added with satisfaction, bending his head to
kiss her again. Truth was, he hadn't been with a woman in a
long time- since last Beltane, he thought- and he hadn't
really shared his bed with one in several years. Too much to
do, too much strategizing and spying and pouring his energies
elsewhere. And he didn't intend to give up the struggle-
never! But happily- there was no reason to neglect it. Juna
had been sent by the Gods to guide him- that much he had
firmly concluded. And she was excellent company, both in bed
and out, and beautiful besides. What more could one ask for?

"We'll have to do this much more when we get back to the
village," he remarked with a chuckle, as he shifted over to
the side, so as not to put too much weight on her and cause
her any discomfort. Sighing with contentment, he laid his head
down on the bed and pulled tigher in against him, his arm over
her waist and one leg partially draped over hers. He didn't
stay there long, though, much as he would have like to- the
light through the shelter wall's chinks was much stronger now,
and from outside came talk and the unmistakeable sounds of
people preparing for departure, just as he had ordered last
night.

"But we'd better get up before they tear this shelter down
around us," he continued, aiming a wry grimace at the covered
doorway, from beyond which the chatter and general noise came.
Resigning himself to the situation, he sat up, stretched, bent
to drop one more kiss on Juna's lips, giving her a rueful
smile for his relative haste, and then stood to pull his
trousers back up. Time to get back to work- and he had to talk
to Mona before they left, too. He had, he suddenly concluded,
decided to add her to Guinevere's group. Another person yet
might come in handy- and perhaps she could help assess
Neeria's true intentions.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Sat Apr 26, 2008 8:58 pm

Brendyn


The young soldier continued to hold firmly on to the chains
that bound the feral young prisoner. Brendyn still wondered
deep down if his suspicions were correct...that this young
woad could not speak? Or was it that she could not hear? He
watched her...her head bowed, shoulders forward, and her eyes
not looking up at anything though he was sure she was aware of
her surroundings. Brendyn had spoken to her, but she had not
looked at him, though when he had finished, the woad did look
at him and it was a look he was unnerved by: A look of
unbridled anger. He had seen anger before, and there were all
types, but he got the feeling that if she had half a
chance....she would not hesitate to kill him, or Titrus.

This was why he kept Malcus's orders in this mind: he would
not hesitate to kill or injure anyone, not even this young
woad, if she made one move in that direction....

When Brendyn spoke to her again, his suspicions were confirmed
in the way her lips seemed to form the words he was saying.
She could not hear? It seemed that she was trying to make out
what he was speaking and wished that he had spoken slower.
When he had finished, he realized that something he had said
had made her become...what? he had only mentioned that if she
wanted to continue to fight for freedom that she should have
her wounds looked at....Freedom? was that it? fight for
freedom? In any case, the little woad was nodding her shaggy
head stiffly...

Who didn't want freedom? Brendyn glanced at Titrus who had
also been holding the chains as well. It was a good thing the
other man was there as he had seen what this little ball of
fire could do against two Romans. This young woad had been
trained well...even to the point that it did not phase her in
the least that she was buff naked under the blanket, though
Brendyn looked up to see a nun looking at his prisoner and
seemed to be scared out of her mind. Brendyn looked down at
the prisoner to see the swollen shoulder socket. He looked
back up at the healer wondering why she was not moving to tend
to her. She was a healer, and it was her job to tend to the
wounded, but the healers so far had seemed reluctant. Granted
she was a prisoner, but she was also human and needed medical
attention. Brendyn did not care whether she died or not, but
he had orders to see that she was tended to, and then take her
back to the dungeons....from there, the Commanders and such
could decide what to do with her...

Eala
 
"Nnnnnnn!!!!"


...Without warning, the young woad came to life as her eyes
caught someone behind the healer. It seemed as if she just
wanted to run forward toward that someone stumbling a bit as
she did so. Brendyn was unphased at the fact that she had
hissed at him, and he continued to hold her back from escaping
again, or at least trying. The soldier looked up to where she
had tried to run to, and saw another woman not far off with
another guard. Brendyn's eyes narrowed, as the other woman's
gaze met the young woad's...

Neeria
 
"Eala!!!!"


...Quickly, Brendyn made his move as did Titrus as the othe
woad woman pushed around the nun and rushed toward his
prisoner who was jumping up and down in a frenzy. He partially
drew his sword as the woman pulled back the blanket and held
the younger woad. Brendyn was ready for whatever this other
woad had in mind. His hand gripped the chains harder wrapping
them around his hand to secure the grip....

Neeria
 
"Nambok-ta!" "Seemna ro-tok" "What have they done to
you, Eala?"


The Briton's hand gripped tighter onto the partially drawn
sword watching every move. Now fully alert to everything and
everyone around him, Brendyn saw the guard that had been with
the older woad, another guard that was with an unknown
prisoner (Adian), and Titrus. He did not care what this woman
thought of him, but he spoke anyway, "This prisoner attacked
two officers. I had orders to bring her here for treatment
after that, she is to go back to the dungeons until further
notice." His face showed no expression, but he was ready for
anything. No doubt these two hated him and any other Roman,
but he had no love for them either....or any other enemy of
Rome.

Brendyn had felt a bit of pain in his left arm, but was so
intent on the situation around him knowing that anyone could
interfere with the situation, that he was not aware that his
wound had become unstitched and was bleeding through his tunic
under his left arm....
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Sat Apr 26, 2008 10:58 pm
Cassidy & Fleur


The snow crunched lightly beneath Fleur's feet as she trotted
closely behind Cassidy. Her boots were actually a bit too
small for her, and so she curled her toes to make room. Her
face was downcast as she watched every step she took,
fascinated by her own footprints in the snow. A gust of wind
nearly threw her off balance, and left her teeth chattering
audibly. Fresh powder drifted inside of her boots, causing her
to dance about in mid-stride. She whined then, but Cassidy was
too distracted to notice her sister's dilemma.

The older of the girls breathed harsh breaths, the damp
coldness doing nothing beneficial for her inflamed lungs. It
was stubbornness that kept her from faltering, and rage.
Cassidy had begun to accept Drake's presence in their lives -
and Fleur's godly fascination with him - though she had never
made her own feelings known. And now it was too late - it
didn't matter. He was leaving. Her cheeks were flushed red,
but not from the whipping wind. She sniffed loudly, shrugging
up one shoulder as if she was knocking an old chip from it. It
was his prerogative to leave, and it was hers to not care.

"Sissy! Where we goin'?" Fleur whined loudly.

Cassidy unconsciously slowed in pace, although her mind was
still racing, in order to allow her sister to catch up to her.

"I don't know," the older sister replied somberly, with a
quick side-glance toward Fleur.

"I'm hungry!" Fleur exclaimed.

"We'll eat soon," Cassidy promised, finally pausing and
turning toward her sister.

"No, now!" the younger blonde demanded, and stomped her foot.
"I'm hungry now! An' I wanna go back! RIGHT. NOW.
Pleeeeaaassse!"

"We're not going back there," Cassidy told her brusquely, a
hand on her hip.

Cassidy narrowed her eyes toward her sister in all severity,
warning the girl not to challenge her authority. All that she
did was done with only the best of intentions, although it did
not always came across that way, and Fleur was clearly fed up
with being toted along during her one of her sister's antics.
Fleur mimicked her then, puffing out her cheeks as well,
trying to look just as tough as the older girl.

"I am!" Fleur added abruptly, promptly turning on her heel and
fleeing before Cassidy could even properly react.

Fleur threw open the infirmary door and bounded inside, her
mucky boots giving her little traction in her hurried steps,
Cassidy determinedly on her tail. There was a group of people
ahead, and Fleur dropped to her hands and knees to scurry
beneath one of the soldiers' legs. Cassidy jumped up on the
edge of a bed nearby in order to get a clearer view to where
her sister had gone to. A gasp immediately hitched up into her
throat and her eyes widened worriedly as she saw Fleur smack
dab in the middle of the group beside two figures (Neeria and
Eala). The twelve year old did not notice their faces or their
ages, but only the fact that one of them was shackled -
clearly dangerous - and her sister was much too close for
comfort.

"Fleur!" Cassidy called, her tone scolding, but overshadowed
in concern.

Fleur ignored her sister's cry and was obliviant to the
negative energy in the room, all because of these girls in
front of her. She cocked her head to the side assessingly, her
mouth forming a small 'o' shape, as her blue eyes met the
feral black gaze of the smaller of the girls.









Alina

Galahad
 
"I'm back now sweetheart. Everything will go back to
normal now - like I was never gone. Nothing's changed -
it's still you and it's still me, alright? Maybe ...
maybe you should go lie down hmm? Get some more rest?"


She knew her thoughts were on fire and that she was thinking
irrationally for the most part, but Alina suddenly wished she
was the one rotting away in some grave instead of some other
poor soul. How else could she react to Galahad's optimism
except with more unexplained tears? Yes, he was back, and she
couldn't have been more glad. But, nothing could go back to
normal, could it? She braved a small false smile for his
benefit, but inside her heart was dying, dying with the
thought of telling him and possibly losing him because of it.
What made matters worse was that although Alina felt disgusted
with herself for having betrayed Galahad, she also couldn't
seem to let Kolya go. Her heart was going one way and her mind
the other, and the rest of her was stuck in the middle
somewhere.

"Ok..." she whispered in reply, following Galahad back over to
the bed. She crawled under the covers and lay on her side,
placing a palm on the space beside her, peering up at him with
weary, but pleading brown eyes. "Stay with me."

She may have been confused about alot of things right now, but
one thing she was certain of was that she felt safe in
Galahad's arms. His embrace was familiar and a piece of
normality that she wished to keep.
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