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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 10:41 PM Post #376 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Sun Apr 27, 2008 8:32 pm Neeria Neeria stumbled backwards when the angry Roman pushed her away from Eala. In her weakened state, the woad warrior fell away like a feather, unable to stand her ground against his force. She bared her teeth and flexed her fingers, curving them claw-like, ready to pounce on the man if he hurt Eala any further. Neeria was ready to defend the younger woad if she could, no matter how it hurt her to move. Just when she'd made up her mind to attack the man, the other Roman spoke up and yelled at him. Neeria relaxed, stunned once again at being defended by a Roman. She moved to Eala again and wrapped her arms and blanket around the child once more. She pressed her mouth to the young girl's ear again and whispered to her, "don't move." |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 10:42 PM Post #377 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Sun Apr 27, 2008 8:33 pm Tatiana Entering the tavern for breakfast, Tatiana noticed that there was already an occupant inside. Seeing Vanora, she nodded towards the proprietess then said "Afternoon, Vanora. How're you doing on this fine day?" She paused and greeted the other occupant with a nod as well. "Hello, there." Moving towards another table slightly away from the male occupant, Tatiana sat down to wait for a serving girl to take her order, while doing so her mind took her back to the night that she'd met Brendyn in here so this room meant something special to the stablegirl. I wonder what Brendyn's doing now. I can't wait to see him again. Tatiana thought to herself, a dreamy expression on her face. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 10:44 PM Post #378 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Sun Apr 27, 2008 8:45 pm Mona There. The deed was done. Mona had told Guinevere what Mona had heard on the road. Now she waited for Guinevere's reaction. The princess was experienced at hiding her true feelings but Mona got a glimmer of what was that? Anger? Hurt? Mona wanted to jump for joy that she'd affected the princess. Maybe there really was hope for her taking Neeria's place afterall.
Yes, I hear the doubt in your voice, Mona thought to herself. But before she could respond, that bothersome Connell showed up and interupted the conversation. She would have to feel Guinevere out some more later. The threesome walked toward's Merlin's tent. Mona hurried to keep up with their pace. It was obvious Guinevere didn't want to have further discussion, so Mona kept quiet. Up ahead, Merlin greeted them.
Mona held back her surprise. She didn't want to betray her true feelings. "Yes my lord, I am ready to go. I have everything I will need. But Merlin," she paused, choosing her words carefully, lowering her eyes, "are you sure that Neeria will come with us? How can you be sure she can be trusted?" |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 10:45 PM Post #379 |
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Author: Ranchera Date: Sun Apr 27, 2008 9:11 pm Connell
That was certainly unexpected, knowing what Juna thought of him. Connell turned and watched her stride, no, stroll away with the languid motions of a young woman, hips moving beneath her long dress. He glanced to the side slightly, considering that, when Merlin appeared. Connell also felt Guinevere straighten next to him.
"Well, why wouldn't she?" the healer asked quickly, his gray eyes suddenly stormy, and Juna forgotten. "'Trusted'? What is that supposed to mean?" |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 10:48 PM Post #380 |
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Author: Kay Date: Mon Apr 28, 2008 3:35 am Guinevere The trio were nearing Merlin's shelter, when they spotted Juna breezing along toward her shelter.
Juna smiled broadly and Guinevere noted that she seemed very self satisfied this morning. Her father was following just behind Juna and the princess noted that he also appeared well rested and joyful.
Guinevere followed his gaze to the sky, wondering if he saw something she did not, for the sky was grey and cloudy. She was about to remark on this fact, but Merlin was already turning to speak to Mona.
Guinevere watched Mona's face, wondering if she would repeat her earlier accusation.
To Guinevere's surprise, Connell rounded on Mona;
"Mona believes that Neeria has betrayed us to the Romans" Gunevere said bluntly, casting an accusing stare at Mona. "Even now, as Neeria lies wounded in some foul dungeon, Mona mistrusts our sister in arms" The Woad princess then turned to her father. "Father" she said, her voice laced with hurt. "Why did you not tell me what Mona overheard Neeria promise Arthur?" Grace Grace got to her feet and was reaching for a bottle of herbal hair tonic when the creature in front of her leaned over the table and growled fiercely:
Grace withdrew her hand from the bottle of lotion and backed away slightly, wanted to distance herself from his menancing man. His eyes were almost glowing with anger. She swallowed hard and cast furtive glances to both sides, seeking a means of escape. What had she said to cause such a reaction? Just as suddenly, his deameanor changed and he look a couple of steps back.
He was looking directly at her now, an expectant look on his face that softened his features a little. "Apothecary stuff" he'd said and suddenly Grace realised; this was simply a misunderstanding! "Oh!" she blurted out. "Oh no, Sir. I do not sell remedies, only creams and lotions to soften and clean a person" She spread her hands out to indicate her wares. "You need the apothecary" She pointed in the direction of the apothecary's premises, near to the infirmary. "Over there" she said, and then quickly sat down on her stool again, because her legs seemed to have turned to jelly. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 11:09 PM Post #381 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Mon Apr 28, 2008 6:40 am Merlin
"Because it was late, daughter, and you had already gone to bed," Merlin explained matter-of-factly, giving Guinevere a- well, not stern, but slightly quelling look. It seemed there was enough tension here between these three- the last thing they needed was more over a mere misunderstanding. "I was planning to tell you this morning, but it seems Mona has beaten me to it." At least partially because I had good reason to stay in bed this morning. Another smile poked its way through Merlin's serious countenance, and he quickly suppressed it again. No time for fond recollections now. He continued speaking to the other three, explaining everything carefully. He wanted them all to be one in this- the mission could not succeed otherwise. "Yes, it does seem that when she was captured, Neeria told Castus she would be willling lead him to us. However, at this point, we have no idea whether she was telling the truth, or whether it was some kind of ruse. Neeria has certainly never given us reason to doubt her loyalty before." He shot a look at Mona, then, a pointed look meant to emphasize the truth of his words. They didn't know- plain and simple. And he didn't want Mona jumping to conclusions about a warrior who had previously given her all to the cause. "Because there is this uncertainty, I have added another to the mission," he went on, nodding at Mona to indicate that she was the addition- as she already knew. "If Neeria is loyal, she will come with you. If it turns out she is not, you may leave her with the Roman dogs- or you may kill her, as the opportunity presents itself." He nodded sharply, with finality, on that point. If Neeria was indeed a traitor, she was better off dead. But truly, Merlin felt it more likely that she was not. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 11:11 PM Post #382 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Mon Apr 28, 2008 8:26 am Brendyn The young soldier had done everything the way Antonius would have expected him to act: the woad was an enemy, and he had seen her fight off two Roman officers, so to maintain a secure area, Brendyn had maintained control of the prisoner. He wanted his new Commander to be impressed with his stern control of the woad prisoner.... ...but he realized his error when he suddenly saw an expression on Titrus's face akin to anger? What had he done wrong? Brendyn stood close mouthed as he met Titrus's angry gaze with unwavering steadiness. The wounds under his left arm felt moist with what he could only guess was blood, and the pain was growing as well...still he did not flinch...
...even when the chain was snatched from his hands, Brendyn stood there suddenly feeling defeated. It appeared to him that Titrus was in sympathy with the prisoner. He looked down at the hand from which the chain was snatched and saw that it had left an imprint of the links in his hand, then looked back up at the angry man. In that moment, it seemed as though he could "feel" the smug laughter in everyone's eyes as they watched him be ridiculed. Still, Brendyn did not move from his place as Titrus continued to remind him of that which Malcus had so painstakingly told him of the night before...
Brendyn didn't flinch. If he got a good lashing for this supposedly unorthodoxed manner in which he had supposedly acted, then so be it. He had seen men lashed before, and now, no doubt, it'd be his turn! How impressed would Commander Castus be with him now? A soldier with a nice set of strips on his back. He had no doubt that he had also blown his chances at standing up to the praise that Antonius had written in his transfer papers. Commanders Castus and Malcus would be disappointed in him. He had tried so hard, but with what Titrus had just barked at him, he'd probably be nothing less than a bus boy in the tavern Stripped of the rank he now held, and one that he had been proud of... Woman of the church? I thought it was a raving lunatic...women of the church are more respectful than this one was...or so I always thought... For all of the humility he was feeling, Brendyn did not show it. He was trained too well for that. He just stood holding the man's gaze, then Titrus turned to the nun talking to her as though nothing had gone on. Were they laughing at the "noble Roman" who was going to get his arse beaten possibly? Brendyn could almost hear their thoughts...
....No doubt the consequences will be her freedom... Brendyn thought. Forgive me? Does not know our ways? So your ways are to unchain a prisoner and give her every chance to escape...which she probably will not do now that she has everyone's sympathy.... Titrus rolled his eyes at Brendyn then took the ring of keys and began to unchain the prisoner. Still he just stood at attention while everyone seemed satisfied that the woad child was no longer a threat to anyone. The young soldier stood waiting to be led to Malcus for his punishment. Antonius had expected nothing but the best from him while he had been trianing, and Brendyn had always thought that everything he had been trained to do was right... |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 11:12 PM Post #383 |
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Author: Kay Date: Mon Apr 28, 2008 9:54 am Guinevere
There was a hint of chastisement in Merlin's look and Guinevere felt a slight blush of shame stain her cheeks, but then, inexplicably, he smiled again and she instantly felt relieved, if somewhat bemused by his swift change in demeanour.
He glanced at Mona when he spoke and Guinevere found herself nodding along in agreement. This was indeed how she felt about the situation. The very idea of Neeria betraying them made her feel sick to the stomach and she would not give any credence to it.
A gasp escaped the Woad princess' lips at the suggestion. Kill Neeria! She closed her eyes, trying to digest her father's words. If Neeria had turned traitor then she would surely have to die, it was true, but the very thought caused Guinevere actual physical pain. She shook her head in anger as if trying to expunge the abhorrent notion. Neeria would not do this! Guinevere began to fuss with her disguise, anxious to find something, anything to do that would take her mind off this current conversation. The mission suddenly seemed to have taken on a much more unpleasant feel. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 11:13 PM Post #384 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Mon Apr 28, 2008 10:54 am Derfel
Derfel nodded at Linnesse’s suggestions while he finished chewing the mouthful of cheese he was eating. Yet he was not so sure that Linnessse should be going out herself. His lover did appear a little stronger this morning, but Derfel did not want Linnesse overextending herself. He quietly studied her for a moment while she stood up from their bed while he tucked in the edges of his linen tunic.
Derfel could not suppress a soft chuckle at that image. No, he’d not be poking around in the womens side of the baths….not even for Linnette….Mithras! Especially not to see his future sister in law without her clothes on. He slightly shook his head as he imagined Linnette’s furry in such a situation. “She’d no doubt throw something sharp at me,” Derfel mused for a moment longer while sharing a small laugh with Linnesse and then straightened his posture. He stepped ‘round Linnesse to retrieve a brown leather belt from the chest of drawers; making quick work of lashing it around his waist. “Are you sure I should let you be up and about, luv?” Derfel asked in a gentle tone while reaching for Linnesse. He pulled her into a warm embrace and smiled down into her brilliantl blue eyes. Concern was still visible across Derfel’s expression, but he’d not argue if Linnesse felt strong enough to accompany him. He leaned down to lightly brush his lips across hers….gods, how he’d missed the taste of her. If only their reunion would not have been marred by tragedy and illness. If only they had not a care in this world…if only Derfel could give Linnesse complete happiness. Instead, he feared that his ‘heritage’ would only hand over them both like the thick grey clouds of winter never allowing the sun to shine again. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 11:36 PM Post #385 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Mon Apr 28, 2008 12:30 pm Linnesse
"Mmm..." she accepted his kiss, tilting her head to the side and slipping her arms around his waist. He seemed to intend the kiss to be brief, but as he pulled back, she stood on tiptoe and claimed his lips again, pulling him back down, then finally breaking it after a moment with a cute smile. Truthfully- he was right. Maybe Linnesse shouldn't be up and about. But the fact was that for Linnette, she was going to do it anyway, at least until she had found her sister and reassured herself of her relative welfare. She wouldn't have felt right about staying in bed now. "Quite sure- at least until we find her," she remarked cheerfully, stepping back from him to pull the overdress she had retrieved from the drawer over her head. As she did so, a yawn crept up on her, and she covered her open mouth and looked up at Derfel with sheepish eyes until it had passed. She wasn't going to let that stand in the way, either. "Almost ready," she continued determinedly when the yawn had passed, slipping her feet into her shoes and then reaching for her cloak, both conveniently nearby from last night. She reached for the last chunks of the bread and cheese, too, stuffing them into her pocket with another sheepish look at Derfel, and then picked up her mug to swallow the last of the juice. All ready, now. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 11:40 PM Post #386 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Mon Apr 28, 2008 12:46 pm Mari Mari's response to Milan's suggestion of sleep was a sleepy smile, closely followed by that unconscious, blissful state that only a person who feels truly safe can achieve. Her eyelids felt heavy, the space between their bodies felt very, very warm, soothing even. Mari blinked once and her eyes did not open after that, sleep took her over, her face still tilted up towards Milan, her body half laying upon him, the other half sunk low on the bed. All the little aches and pains in her body were diminished for now. They were easily ignored, overshadowed by the happiness in her feelings for Milan. When she woke, Mari had not moved. She could feel a pain in her neck from the position she had fallen asleep in and gave a protesting groan as she lifted her head, face all screwed up in mild distaste at this pain. Her brown eyes opened but shut again before she had time to realise how improved her eyesight was now. Mari shifted her arm and propped herself up on an elbow. She was still lying on her stomach, but tilted due to half of her body resting on Milan! He was still asleep but seemed to stir when she moaned. Mari yawned, rubbing her itchy forehead on Milan's shoulder as she did so. She tossed her head backwards then, opening her eyes and sniffing whilst wiping loose strands of hair from her face. It took a moment for reality to bite in - and when it did she felt a warm stirring in the pit of her stomach, her delighted brown eyes turned to Milan. "Good morning." she murmured, nuzzling her warm face in against his neck. He was 'hers'. That thought brought with it a whole new feeling of warmth. Mari gave a small giggle and suddenly perked up. She had been looking at Milan's face up close, prodding him with her nose now and then - and realised her eyesight was - "Clear! It's almost clear!" Mari squeeked in delight. But in her haste to celebrate she reached her two hands out to Milan's upper arm, attempting to squeeze and raelised that the hand she had scalded on the pot of ashes was not so well healed. The pain was swift but intense. Mari's head pulled back and she looked down at her cradled hand - "Ow..." she moaned, frowning. Kolya Kolya was not in a good mood. When was he though, to be fair, when he was sober? The thoughts of blessed oblivion from reality to be found at the bottom of a tankard of beer... ! It sent the former knight into motion. The pain in his chest was lessened today. It was not healed - he did not feel his best and would not push himself too much today. If he had a chance to slap that Milan chap upside the head a few times, then all the better. If Alina was around and needed a little bit of the attention that she knew only he could give her, then he was prepared for that. If Drake decided he was going to be tetchy and look for a fight, Kolya swore that he would fucking put the man underground this time! But if it could be avoided today, then he would avoid it. He didn't go back to his room - he washed in the infirmary, sneaking out before the kaffufle started, and made his way to the tavern, head bowed. His rugged face was tired looking, a little ashen from the illness, but a good drop of something strong would set him to rights. He had one coin left - enough to get himself some breakfast and a drink, or perhaps just the drink. Saoirse Saoirse watched Dagonet drop off into a fitful sleep with a look of tension about her eyes. Once his breathing evened out into a steady, sleep-induced rhythm, she remained very still, just watching the lines on his face gradually iron out. Without conscious thought the terrors of what he had endured the past few days could not hold him so tightly. The red head barely dared to breathe for fear of waking him. But the terror that was building inside of her was becoming too much. More and more it built, higher and tighter and sharper until she could take no more. Saoirse ghosted a kiss against Dagonet's lips and slid from the bed. She pulled a blanket up about him a little higher, ensuring that where she had been lying there was now blanket so that he would still be sheltered. She stood there a moment, looking at him with tired blue eyes. Her hand reached out to his forehead, trying to physically remove the etchings of sorrow that sat there. He would be left with them forever now, she was sure of it. That did not bother her in the slightest. Scars and marks upon a body just made a man who he was, they did not take from him at all. Licking her lips, Saoirse turned from Dagonet. She didn't even consider going towards the scenario playing out with the woads right now - instead she ducked her head and walked briskly to the back room where Lavinia had once shown her all the books for the efficient running of an infirmary. Potions and lotions, unctions and tinctures, there was a book about the making of all of them back here. The red head slid into the room and shut the door behind her. She tsood looking around a moment, as if she was looking for something in particular, but after just the briefest of times she sunk to teh ground in a heap of sobs. Gedeon was dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Not coming back. Ever. He had fallen. Linnette's husband was dead. Linnette's child would not have a father. Gedeon. Was. Dead. Dagonet's son was dead. The build up of pressure inside of her chest was too much. Saoirse let out a keening sob, slapping a hand to her mouth to try quieten it. She rocked back on her heels, looking up at the ceiling through the shimmering layer of tears that were persistent in falling down her pale cheeks. The agony, worry, sorrow and hurt she felt over what had happened finally broke free. She could not let Dagonet see this side of her right now. She could not let him see her so weak. He needed her to be strong until he was able to be the strong one again. The Irish woman crawled over to a corner of the backroom and sat up against the wall, head on her knees and just let the sorrow be. She let it come, assured that Dagonet would sleep a while longer. Drake
Even that small utterance was perfect. Drake almost flinched from the quizzical look that she bandied around. Not only was that particular emotion becoming of her, it was also not what Drake wanted to see. He didn't want her to question anything more about him. Like why he had carried the stupid dead weight all the way up here to the top of the parapets. That made no sense and he could not think of a way to make it make sense. And when Drake didn't want people to ask questions he inevitably looked cross. His strong jaw flexed visibly beneath the dark beard he wore, intense green eyes looking at a point above Linnette's shoulder.
A great suggestion! Drake perked up a little at Linnette's suggestion. He nodded his head stiffly, sending a splattering of rain from his black hair down onto his face. He blew it away from his lips, turning to haul his heavy saddlebags onto his shoulders again. They bulged at every angle. Drake did not bring much in the way of clothes with him, or equipment. He had nothing of his former life as a soldier or father in his possession - though he did wear, currently, the old battered armour of his former days as a Centurion in the Roman Legions. The bags were actually filled with money. Mostly. What wasn't money was weapons and what wasn't money or weapons was a selection of 'things' that he could sell. Drake was not short of money. Hearing Linnette's query about his hand made Drake frown. He lifted his hand and turned it around, shrugging one large, wet shoulder before looking at Linnette. It seemed so silly that she who had just lost her husband would be askng him how his little wounded hand was. Granted a knife had gone through it from one side clean to the other, but still... she was the one in pain, she was the one who was alone and ... oh gods she was pregnant! The sudden recollection of her delicate state hit Drake directly between the eyes. Eyes which dropped to her stomach. His mouth opened and he flexed his hand experimentally before meeting her eyes again. "Fine. I heal quickly." he lied, "Arthur Castus wants to see you. That's why I came up here. I was looking for you." In more ways than one.. he added in his head grimly. "I will take you to him but not until you are ready." Drake told Linnette and the manner in which he said it hardly sounded friendly. It wasn't like he was saying it to be generous, it was more a statement of fact - that he was not taking her, or letting her go, anywhere until she was ready. The Spaniard's face twitched when he took note of how saturated Linnette was. He chewed the inside of his cheek and glanced dwn to the side at the miserable, shredded edge of his red cloak. It was almost embarrassing having to hand something so tattered over, but it was drier than she was. Drake shouldered his saddlebags from one side to the other and shrugged out of his cloak. His leather body armour ensured the rainwater just washed downwards, over the leather bands of his uniform skirt and dripped past his be-legginged knees onto his worn leather boots. He may not be short of money, but Drake never actually spent it on himself unless he had to. Without a word Drake swirled his cloak about Linnette's shoulders, thinking about tucking it under her chin, but decided it too intimate. He stepped away uncomfortably, clearing his throat and nodding towards the steps with an intense frown on his brow. Galahad
"Of course sweety..." Galahad intoned, going to the bed and sitting on the edge of it next to Alina. He was not tired himself but he would remain with her until she fell asleep. The room felt a little tense - Galahad couldn't explain it. It was like something was sparking between them that he could not see. Like ... Gods, it was strange! The young woman curled up on the bed and shut her dark eyes. Galahad smiled at her reassuringly and waited until she was asleep before he let the smile slip. With a boyish pout, Galahad leaned forward. His arm was resting across his thighs and he reahed his free hand over, moving strands of hair from Alina's flushed face. "What's gone on Alina?" he murmured to her sleeping form. Oh he wasn't suspicious! Far from it! But Galahad was worried about her. She was usually so composed - and her outburst about being crazy had been... well, frankly, crazy. He needed to talk to someone about it. But who? Gawain, maybe... but Galahad didn't want to interrupt his Sarmatian brother's reunion with Brianna. No doubt the two had alot of catching up to do, Galahad thought with a wry grin. Galahad got to his feet and walked to the fire. He took a bit more of the food she had brought and chewed it idly whilst pondering what to do. Having eaten all the contents of the tray in record time, Galahad was no nearer a conclusion but he decided that he was going to get dressed and go out and see who was around. Maybe something would fall into his lap... ? Donning a clean tunic, Galahad pulled a leather jerkin on over it, twisting the leather ties at the front as he finished the ale Alina had brought with her. He leaned down to kiss her head before leaving the room, his pale forehead furrowed in thought. Eala Eala couldn't hear what Neeria said against her ear, but the gesture itself was enough to calm her down. She glared fiercely at the man holding the chains. To say she was afraid of him would be too strong - but there was fear in her regarding him. He was the one that held the chains that bound her, that was significant in Eala's black eyes. There were things happening around her - she wanted to look at the two young girls again, fascinated with, what Eala thought of as, real children. But she was too unsure of the people around her to risk taking her eyes off of them. The strangely dressed woman with the distinct tone seemed annoyed. Eala glanced over at her and it was at that moment that the guard holding her chains pulled her forward, in the same moment he pushed Neeria away. Eala gasped then came to her senses. She crouched low, her two hands reaching out to grab the chain close to the shackles and she glared up at the guard, her teeth bared viciously. She dug her heels into the ground, trying not to move but ended up staggering forward a few steps nonetheless. The other guard stepped in front fo the one holding her and Eala immediately scampered backwards, crashing into Neeria and clasping her arms around the other woad's waist again. The little woad glanced up at Neeria and nodded her head backwards sharply, indicating the door, suggesting that they make a run for it. However, there were raised voices behind her. Though her hearing was practically non-existant, there were certain things that made it through. Raised voices sounded like a dull din to her and she turned to watch what was going on. Her little fingers were idly smoothing against Neeria's bare hip, flexing against her warm skin. Eala was entirely unaware of the gesture... The movements stopped however when the second guard came towards her. He was down on one knee and was reaching for her shackles. Eala grit her teeth, practically quivering next to Neeria. When the shackles clicked open she did run, but only to stand behind the older woad, holding onto Neeria's blanket, her own was starting to fall off of her shoulder. She wasn't running towards the exit because Neeria was there. She was sticking with Neeria for now. Eala ducked her head under one of Neeria's arms, glaring threateningly at everyone - even the two young girls that had barged in earlier. When someone made a movement, Eala's dark, haunting eyes snapped towards them, her lips curling back from her teeth and her nose twitching. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 11:41 PM Post #387 |
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Author: sabor ice Date: Mon Apr 28, 2008 1:33 pm Cassidy & Fleur Fleur hadn't understood what all of the hullabaloo had been about. In her eyes, she had merely seen two girls, one of them small like her. She hadn't sensed danger. The smaller of the two had held a strange expression on her face as she stared back at Fleur. Fleur couldn't quite figure it out, and she didn't have time to ponder long as she felt a pair of bony hands under her arms lift her from the ground. Lavinia scolded her then, and Cassidy's face contorted into a scowl on her sister's behalf, wrapping one arm around Fleur's shoulders protectively. The younger blonde seemed unphased by the old healer's scalding tone, mostly because she was looking on the scene still with interest. The soldiers there practically squared off then. One of them remained looking insolent as the other snapped up the younger girl's chains and hunkered down to remove them. The younger blonde girl sneered, growling odd noises as she edgily backed away and hid behind the older dark-haired girl. Fleur watched over Lavinia's shoulder from where she still stood on the bed next to Cassidy, her blue eyes wide in contemplative wonder as she studied Eala's aggressive reactions. Cassidy continued to speculate too, but with unkempt suspicion in her eyes and wariness written across her features. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 11:43 PM Post #388 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Mon Apr 28, 2008 1:50 pm Arthur, Neeve, and Darya Arthur heard Lancelot gripe about something and glanced up to see his lieutenant finally awake, albeit looking annoyed about it. There was a hint of something strange in Lancelot’s voice, but being preoccupied with Neeve’s ministrations on his tender stitches had Arthur mostly overlooking it at the moment. But his curious gaze did linger on his second a little longer than was necessary. Meanwhile, Neeve completed the task of re-dressing the Roman’s mended wound. It did not pain Arthur as much this morning, thus giving the Commander a false confidence in his condition.
Arthur briefly cut his eyes at Neeve, frowning at her ‘orders’ despite his instincts urging the Roman to listen. Darya’s fingers laced with Arthur’s and he briefly smiled over at his lover. She looked tired despite their long nights rest. Lancelot looked drained as well….had it been selfish to allow both to remain in the room through the night? Certainly Lancelot would have been far more comfortable in his own bed…alone or not. Arthur had slept without dreams – or nightmares – for the first time in weeks, maybe even months. Neeve’s herbal tea was a Godsend. But one night of restful sleep was not enough to erase the troubles still weighing heavily on Arthur’s mind.
“I have complete faith that Scipio will bring us up to date on what has taken place here in our absence,” Arthur answered Lancelot evenly and for the moment, ignoring the part about Merlin. He reached up to dig at the stubble beneath his chin while still holding Lancelot’s dark gaze. The Commander had asked – no, Arthur had ordered – his lieutenant to give this new Optio a chance to prove his worth. But that was before the mission and certainly before the attacks on the fortress. Yet, to Amadeus’ credit…Badon Keep was still under Roman occupation. He had not let the fortress fall into Merlin’s hands. Neeve stood up from the bed satisfied with her work for now, but the Commander required nourishment to aid in the healing process. She would need to send for hot soup, a hearty broth that would bolster Arthur’s strength and help to ward off a further fever. “Get an old man a clean tunic, will you?” Arthur said dryly to Lancelot at feeling a chill. He then turned to Darya and lifted their joined hands long enough to place a light kiss on the top of her hand. Arthur released her fingers and turned to accept the requested article of clothing from Lancelot. The Commander expected Amadeus, followed by Malcus, at any moment now and did not wish to receive his officers in a state of undress. What Arthur did not expect was the sudden wave of lightheadedness he felt as he sat up fully on the edge of the bed. Frustrated by his ‘condition’, Arthur inwardly cursed and briefly closed his eyes while attempting to regain his composure. God, I beg you give me strength. I have much to accomplish today. And as if on cue, a prompt knock came at the door. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 11:44 PM Post #389 |
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Author: Lancelot Date: Mon Apr 28, 2008 3:00 pm Lancelot
Isn't that woman in your bed good for anything? Lancelot sighed at his own thoughts for his fellow Sarmatian, but he made a face as he stood and handed over a shirt for Arthur from the other man's clean laundry pile. There was no love lost between Darya and Lancelot - he honestly didn't feel one way or another about her, other than he had always been impressed by her ability to make it through difficult situations better than most women. She could defend herself, and was strong. Her body wasn't bad, either, but Lancelot also didn't find himself drawn to her that way. She was attractive - but not in the overly seductive way he usually looked for in a partner to tumble with. Why was he even thinking of this? Frustrated, he blew out a breath and opened his mouth to speak to Arthur, eyes narrowing at the obvious pain the Roman was still in as he attempted to get up. And a knock at the door interrupted him. "Let me play squire," Lancelot said, his sarcasm all too evident. He hoped it wasn't who he thought it might be, but.... "Optio," the First Knight drawled, his angular face drawing in, his body tightening as well at the sight of the dark haired man - it was annoying how the big nosed bastard brought out defensiveness in Lancelot he didn't even realize he possessed. He opened the door all the way and gestured for the man to enter. "Commander, your requested guest is here." Lancelot shut the door, even as the two women present both looked at Scipio with curiosity in their eyes. Lancelot was proud to see no hesitation or embarassment from either of them, as if they didn't have a right to be where they were. Despite Lancelot's ideas of who should be around Arthur just now, he'd fight for anyone - tooth and nail - to get to stay in the room, simply because he had a notion that the Optio would try and get them to leave. And it being the Optio that would try and ask... Lancelot smiled, his teeth shining too whitely as compared to his dirty face. He crossed his arms and remained standing where he was. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 17 2010, 11:45 PM Post #390 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Mon Apr 28, 2008 4:09 pm Derfel Derfel smiled against Linnesse’s lips as she returned his kiss with more passion than he thought she could muster right now. Lovely surprise for him. But he quickly quelled his body’s reaction to Linnesse’s forwardness.
“Alright, luv…then you are resting,” Derfel gave a stern expression that did not quite reach his eyes…obviously he wished to see to it that Linnesse was well taken care of no matter what. But he also knew she’d not rest until they located Linnette and saw to her as well. And Derfel had promised to look after Gedeon’s wife whether she’d accept his help or not. He reluctantly allowed Linnesse to slip out of his grasp. Derfel retrieved his overcoat and stepped to the door. The pleasurable smile on his face faded as Derfel reached for the latch…..he silently prayed to Bel that Linnette was alright and they’d locate her quickly.
A smile threatened to return to his features as Derfel watched Linnesse tuck the last few morsels of food into her pockets. Her appetite was a good indication that she was indeed well on the mend. Derfel extended his hand to Linnesse as she came towards the door apparently ready to go. And with her fingers in his, Derfel led Linnesse out of their tiny room and down the corridor towards the room Linnette had shared with Gedeon in the knights’ quarters. They’d look for her there first…and if Linnette was not in her room….perhaps the chapel. The Chapel….Christ’s house of worship within the fortress. Derfel had a thought….he had only spoken to the pagan gods on Gedeon’s behalf….surely it would not hurt to also ask the Christian God for his safe keeping as well. Derfel and Linnesse reached the door and his stomach twisted with apprehension…this had been Gedeon’s room….Gedeon’s things would be inside. I miss you, my friend. Derfel deeply exhaled and gestured towards the latch on the door. “You should probably go first, luv. I doubt your sister is too keen on seeing my face,” Derfel said rather quietly but without a hint of spite in his tone. |
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