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| golden_trillium | Mar 14 2010, 03:04 PM Post #121 |
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Author: SarmatianKnight Date: Wed Apr 09, 2008 6:37 am Lucius Lucius felt still cold and tired but of course he accepted his fate and duties - and watched what hapened outside the thick walls of the fort: nothing. He did not question the decision to have more guards than usually used for such a safe fortress, not after what had happened wih the Woads and their attack but he could not fight the feeling that this was certainly a waste of time. Time in which he could have found some sleep or something to eat or at least something dry to wear. He was still unexperienced when it came to battles and war strategies but he was no young puppy anymore who did not know how the world worked. And it never worked like this: never ever would the Woads return immediatly after a defeat because nobody would. It had nothing to do with knowing the Woads or being a proper soldier but it was all about adding two and two together. It was like... business trials. He had joined his father often enough to see how people reacted when they did not got what they wanted to get. Retreating and returning after quite some time, never immediatly. Probably he was completely wrong but he had the feeling that he was not and with this the impression returned that he was wasting time here.
Eyes focused on the horizon Lucius sighed when someone addressed him. He stood immediatly when he recognised his superior officer. The last thing he needed was to get any additional duties. "Very well, Sir" Lucius answered although it was obvious that he did not look all to happy about the situation but knowing it was part of his chosen life Lucius would never complain. He also heard the sarcasm in Barbattus' voice: something he certainly did not like at all. But he still felt like explaining himself, that he had not been lurking and doing nothing at the stables. A petulant I was not lurking! would not be helpful though Lucius decided when he eyed Barbattus. Surely this was nothing the man wanted to hear. So he added "All is silent and peaceful out there - of course." instead. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 14 2010, 03:05 PM Post #122 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Wed Apr 09, 2008 7:51 am Linnette and Linnesse
What? The shock of what Bors had just said pulled Linnette momentarily out of her crying, and she lifted her head from Linnesse's shoulder and blinked up at Bors with wide, puzzled, though still tear-filled eyes, trying to figure out if he had really just said what she thought he had just said. He came to me asking what he should do on your wedding night? No...the very idea! Amazingly, Linnette found herself laughing, laughing and smiling even as a sob came up at the same time. She shook her head as she did so, denying Bors' outrageous statement. A joke, surely...nothing but a joke. "He had no need to ask." Linnette leaned over and whispered those words in Linnesse's ear, shaking her head and giggling and crying all at once. Linnesse responded in kind, smiling and laughing around her sad expression as they shared their girlish moment of innuendo- but then, suddenly, Linnesse yawned hugely, and Linnette noticed that her sister's eyelids were drooping, her posture becoming more slumped as they sat there. "You need some rest, sister." Linnette murmurred those words softly, then spoke a little louder, to Derfel, as she stood up from the bed. "She was very ill while you were gone- she almost died." That word caught in her throat with another sob, and she shot a very, very, grateful look down at Linnesse. What would she have done if her sister had died, too? It was unthinkable! "Linnesse, that isn't your cloak...I'll go get it for you. Then..." Linnette paused a moment, suddenly bereft of words. Linnesse and Derfel would want to go to their room, of course, for rest and a more private reunion- and what would she do? Her own room, where she and Gedeon would have repaired to had he returned, seemed so impossibly far away it might as well have been in Egypt. What with spending most of her time in the infirmary, caring for Linnesse, she hadn't even set foot in her quarters in days- the last time, she thought, had been when she had gotten dressed for dinner with Amadeus. And now...well, there was no reason to go there at all. No reason to be here, either. No reason to be anywhere, really. Purposeless. "...then I think I'll go pray," she finally concluded in a soft voice. Yes- the chapel might, just possibly, bring some comfort now. And Gedeon deserved to have as many prayers said for his soul as she could say- it seemed to be the only thing left that she could do for him now. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 14 2010, 03:07 PM Post #123 |
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Author: Darya Date: Wed Apr 09, 2008 9:31 am Darya Once the Commander’s tunic was off and his tunic could be seen, the dark Sarmatian had a hard time suppressing her shock at the sight of it. The mere idea of how much pain this must cause Arthur let goosebumps rise on the woman’s pale skin. “Gods, Arthur...”, she whispered barely audibly and forced herself to avert her gaze from all the blood and to focus on what she was doing with the small cloth in her hand instead...
Darya nodded at Lancelot’s words and hoped that Arthur would notice it... She knew the Roman was not happy with his situation...and with the fact that he could not really argue about it or against what his First Knight and she wanted to do: get a healer. Now. With her dark gaze still lingering intently on Arthur, the female Sarmatian continued to gently dab the small cloth over her lover’s brow. If only there would be more that she could do for him...but she was no healer...and would probably only make things worse should she attempt to do something regarding his injury...
The dark-haired blinked when she suddenly felt a hand on her arm… She briefly stopped dabbing Arthur’s brow and looked up at Lancelot…meeting his dark gaze with her own as she did so. “Sure…”, Darya then replied but noticed their Commander shaking his head at their idea of making him drink something. She stood from the bed and put the bowl and the cloth aside. “Arthur, please…you must drink something…”, she said and gently brushed a strand of hair out of the Roman’s face before leaving his side to pour some fresh water into a mug while Lancelot made his way to the door…
And please let her get here soon, the Sarmatian added in thought and cast a grateful glance at Lancelot when her kinsman shut the door again and returned to their wounded Commander. She carried the mug of water over to the bed and carefully sat down on its edge, offering the fresh fluid to Arthur. “Please...”, she addressed the Roman quietly, her dark eyes pleading him to do as asked. It could only do good to him. Darya was sure of that... Then dark eyes met green ones when Arthur more or less ordered Lancelot to see a healer, too. And it did not take words for her to understand what he wanted her to do: make sure that the First Knight would get seen to. Darya gave her lover a wry smile and a slight nod in response.
...with that, her dark gaze snapped up at Lancelot...and she pondered his words. “Wine...”, the dark-haired said after a moment, “...there should be some wine...” Again, the woman stood from the bed and looked down at Arthur again...just to see him in such obvious agony that she thought to feel some of his pain herself. She swallowed roughly and then walked over to the Commander’s desk, where she indeed found an almost full bottle of red wine in one of the drawers. “Not exactly the drink with the most alcohol in it...”, Darya murmured as she returned and offered the bottle to Lancelot. Other than Arthur, she was pretty sure she knew what the knight had in mind...and she truly hoped he knew what he was doing... |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 14 2010, 03:08 PM Post #124 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Wed Apr 09, 2008 10:03 am Mirtha
Straightforwardness... Mirtha liked that about people. He was the same. No time for being polite or speak about things not importanat. Right down to buisness was the best thing to do... always. He rised an eyebrow at the knight and looked into his eyes as he spoke further.
Mirtha nodded his head in understanding. He noticed Ione approaching also and greeting the knight. Mirtha never spoke to the scout but knew his reputation of gruff and not easy-going hard man. A Sarmatian without a horse now.... Well... surely they could do something about it. Mirtha looked around the stables... it was quiet a mess right now in truth. Everybody's had full hands of work now around.
While Ione spoke to him Mirtha walked towards the Sarmatian and crossed arms over his chest. What was available? Few horses returned without their masters today.... They were situated in separate section of the stables.. the last stalls in the far right, just at the end of the building. He pointed to the place and walked over there. "There... These have no riders...." He pointed to the first one of them... somebody told him ealrier it was a horse of a fallen knight or something, but Mirtha did not know the details. "Maybe this one?" he suggested. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 14 2010, 03:10 PM Post #125 |
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Author: Darya Date: Wed Apr 09, 2008 11:37 am Neeve Oh, Neeve did notice Saoirse’s not too happy glance into her direction but she could not care less. She did not know the redhead...not really at least...but she did know Dagonet and there was not much that could keep her from doing her best to tend to the Sarmatian’s wounds... She swiftly cut the drapery of the knight’s tunic and carefully peeled it off the man’s body...
“Bors?”, the Briton replied with a hint of surprise in her voice and she cast a glance at the burly knight. Well, perhaps he had discovered a few new talents in the last years... But then her attention was back on her task at hand. She nodded at Dagonet’s words and than allowed herself to shut out everyone else around her as her hands carefully examined the knight’s injuries... The stitching was not perfect...but it was not bad either. If Dagonet would not move too much, they should do and she would not have to re-stitch everything... However, the wound would have to be cleaned properly...and a herbal paste to prevent the skin and flesh from getting infected should be applied, too... Neeve saw no reason to cause her old friend more pain than he was already suffering by sew something up when that was not really necessary. Pensively, the healer nodded to herself as she checked things over again...making sure that she had not forgotten anything. Yet the emotional agony due to the loss of his son was probably worse than anything else for Dagonet... Sighing, the Briton unconsciously gently patted the Sarmatian’s shoulder...
...that was the first thing the healer heard again as she was finished with her first examination of Dagonet’s wounds. Pray. Of course...Linnette was a Christian after all, was she not? Neeve’s brows knit when her blue gaze lingered on Linnesse for a moment. The blonde should get back to bed...soon. Very soon. The woman licked her lips and pondered how to best tell that to her patient... ...when the door to the infirmary was opened and a gush of cold air hit the small group. Neeve’s head whipped around and she almost glared at the door...or rather the boy standing in the threshold “Close the door if you please...”, she called out to the lad, knowing that the cold would do no good to any of the person in the infirmary...especially Linnesse and Dagonet. The boy stared at the healer...but did as told after a moment of hesitation. Then he approached her and Neeve could not help but arch an eyebrow at him. What now? “Are you a healer?”, he asked. “Well, yes...”, she replied, still eyeing the young one suspiciously. “I need to find a healer called Neeve...d...” “You have found her...”, the raven-haired cut off the boy’s words as she grew a bit impatient. She did not like other people searching for her... The page blinked confusedly but then found his voice again. “The First Knight sends me... Commander Castus is requesting your immediate presence...”, he finally stated and bit his lower lip. The words 'Castus' and 'immediate' let every suspicion vanish from Neeve’s crystal-blue eyes...and she was all alarmed instead. “Did he tell you why?” “No, Ma’am...but it seems to be urgent...” The healer nodded at the boy. She knew Arthur well enough to sense that he would not send for her for no reason. And there it was again...this bad feeling she had had in the courtyard already. She had to go. Now. Blue eyes scanned the infirmary. Where was Alina? Isolde had disappeared...probably busy tending to injured soldiers already. And Linnesse was a patient herself. Gods, she could not just leave Dagonet now, could she? Saoirse. The redhead knew a few basics, did she not? Well, they would find out now. “You...”, Neeve addressed the page again, “go to the storeroom and fetch me a large bowl, bandages, clean clothes, a needle, thread and any herbs you can carry...go...” The boy nodded and hurried away. Yes, Neeve was aware of there being a lack of herbs in the infirmary already...but by the Gods, she would take it all if the Commander himself needed help. There was hardly anything she would not do for that man. Anyway...back to her little dilemma... “Saoirse...”, she addressed Dagonet’s lover, “...I need to go...but I would ask you to use the salve I have given to you the last on Dag’s wounds. Clean the area around the stitches...then apply the salve to it. Then light bandages. The stitching is fine and as so long as Dag does not move much, they should do...” The Briton looked at the small group of people around her. Would they understand that she had to leave? And did she care anyway? For her, Arthur was above everything and everyone. It had always been that way... “Derfel, perhaps you can make sure that Linnesse gets back to bed soon...”, the raven-haired then said to the Saxon, “...and she needs to drink...a lot...” Neeve knew she had no real right to ‘order’ everyone around...but she had no other choice, had she? “If there is an emergency, ask one of the nuns...”, she finished to no one in particular as the page showed up at her side with a huge bowl filled with lots of things... Hopefully all I need...even though I would rather I would have no need for anything..., she thought and the frown on her brow deepened. “I...I will be back...”, the healer finally said...her voice almost apologizing, “...hang in there Dag, okay?” She gave everyone a wry smile and then followed the boy out of the infirmary... “Lead the way...”, she told him and they quickly hurried through the drizzle and the wind, heading directly for the building that held the knights’ rooms...and the Commander’s. Neeve felt that she was tensed all over. She had treated them all before...the knights and Arthur. Yet the thought of the Roman being injured...seriously injured, made her feel sick. To her, he was immortal...even though her usually rational mind knew that he, too, could die....just like everyone else... Shaking her head to herself, the healer and her company arrived at the door to the Commander’s quarters... Clenching her teeth and straightening her back, Neeve knocked at the door... |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 14 2010, 03:11 PM Post #126 |
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Author: Kay Date: Wed Apr 09, 2008 11:51 am Guinevere Guinevere smiled broadly when her father approved of her disguise and was pleased that Juna had not recognised her as Merlin's daughter when she first approached the pair.
"I will be careful, Father" Guinevere replied, her expression changing from delight to serious. "I know that I can be of no help to Neeria if I allow myself to become a captive as well" The dark Woad fiddled with the cloth around her head, making sure that as much of her face as possible was hidden. "Father" she said, suddenly. "Have you had your wound attended to yet?" |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 14 2010, 03:14 PM Post #127 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Wed Apr 09, 2008 12:46 pm Derfel Derfel swallowed roughly while Dagonet attempted to explain the events of Gedeon’s loss to Linnette. Selfishly, the young knight was thankful Dagonet was able to do it lest Derfel would be forced to look Linnette in the eye and tell her himself. But he would have done it if need be. Then out of the corner of his eye, Derfel saw Bors and Vanora come to join them.
Derfel’s eyes widened at the older man for a moment as he feared Linnette would not react too kindly to his words. Oh Bors was attempting a fine thing…to lighten the sorrowful atmosphere that seemed to shroud them all, but was Linnette ready? Yet after what seemed to be the longest time Derfel had ever held his breath, Linnette released an odd laugh through her tears. She was perhaps even more courageous than Derfel had originally suspected. And after a moment, she stood up from the bed and did indeed speak directly to Derfel now….
Derfel’s mouth dropped open in surprise and immediately turned to Linnesse. He’d been gently resting his arm around her shoulders as she sat with Linnette on the cot, but now Derfel tilted down closer to his lover with an alarmed expression. He lifted a finger to gently brush over her pale cheek as Linnette continued.
“Luv, what happened while I was away?” Derfel quietly asked as he offered a loving smile down into Linnesse’s beautiful blue eyes. She looked so tired and so frail that it nearly ripped Derfel’s heart apart. One of the little page boys had approached Neeve in the mean time and gave a message that their Commander had urgent need of her. Derfel heard the alarm in the boy’s voice and heard Neeve’s reply. Arthur’s wound must be worse….the wound given to him by Aelle…..Derfel’s own father. Gods…there was much he needed to tell Linnesse…and what about Linnette? He couldn’t just let Gedeon’s wife go off on her own to the chapel….Derfel’s head began to swim with all that had transpired and was still happening around him.
“Yes, ma’m. I’ll see to her….” Derfel nodded his understanding to Neeve and then turned to Linnesse and Linnette before adding, “….and her sister too,”
Derfel gave a final nod to Neeve before the healer turned and followed after the page boy. He glanced over at Dagonet and Saoirse and thought the young redhead could manage Dag’s care well enough. Besides, Bors and Vanora were also here for the tall Sarmatian. Derfel, as he now saw it, would see to the sisters now….neither could be left alone. “Linnette, would ya help me get Linnesse settled?” Derfel asked a little hesitantly before Linnette had went for her sister’s cloak. He had instinctively lifted his free hand to touch her shoulder….but stopped and let his arm fall to his side. He and Linnette had never gotten on well….but in his eyes that was all forgotten now and the last thing Derfel wished to do was offend her. And perhaps if he could get her to accompany he and Linnesse back to their room, then he could convince her to remain with them....surely she needed Linnesse now more than ever. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 14 2010, 03:15 PM Post #128 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Wed Apr 09, 2008 1:30 pm Tristan
"Hmmph." Tristan merely grunted in acknowledgement of that expression of sympathy as he followed Mirtha over to the section of the stables that he indicated. He didn't want to look backwards- he wanted to look forwards, to whichever new mount he would choose. They continued on towards the back of the stable, where Mirtha pointed down the last row.
Face to face with the nearest of the unassigned horses, Tristan blinked in surprise, then shot Mirtha a sharp glance- but the stable manager's face betrayed no knowledge of the situation. To Tristan, however, it was most unusual indeed...he recognized this animal. More than recognized, he knew it well. It was Gedeon's former mount, now peacefully chewing at some feed, blissfully ignorant of the fact that he had recently lost his accustomed rider. "Hmm...Tirgatao, is it?" Tristan stepped around the stall door and in next to the horse, mumurring the stallion's name as he ran his hands over the silky, well-groomed fur. The Sarmatian name that young Gedeon had given his mount now fell easily from Tristan's lips, despite him never having had occasion to say it before. A fine animal...a fine animal indeed. Once satisfied that the horse was calm and used to his presence, Tristan bent and picked up a hoof, then dodged around for a quick look at the teeth. All good- and he had seen Tirgatao in battle before. He did well. Rather unusual that a horse that had so recently lost one knight should be immediately reassigned to another - but yet it seemed to fit. Tristan stood up straight and returned his gaze to Mirtha, an expression which was not quite a smile, but which nonetheless expressed satisfaction, on his face. "I'll take him," he stated with a sharp nod. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 14 2010, 03:17 PM Post #129 |
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Author: Lancelot Date: Wed Apr 09, 2008 1:46 pm Lancelot
Lancelot rolled his eyes but continued to work on cleaning Arthur's wound - did the commander actually think he wanted to drink right now? Lancelot shook his head and lifted a hand to Arthur's forehead. The other man was burning up.
"Well, considering I'm not going to drink it, that's fine," Lancelot said sharply, and took the bottle from her, nodding once in thanks. He had kept his eyes on Arthur and the other man's wound this whole time, and, after uncorcking the bottle (he thanked the gods for strong teeth), he tore the tunic he'd been using to clean the wound in two, and soaked the fabric liberally with the alcohol. "Sorry," he shrugged as he tossed the bloody part of the tunic aside. "I'll buy you another," he added, a weak laugh accompanying the statement. He put the wine-drenched fabric against Arthur's wound without warning him; better for the Roman to just deal with the pain. At least this would really get it clean. He was doing his best to staunch the fresh flow of blood - getting rid of the pus had helped - when a knock came at the door. "Darya," he said, wiping at the injury still. "That'll be Neeve. Let her in." He didn't care if these were Arthur's quarters. The commander was gravely ill, and part of Lancelot's job was to see to the other man when he was unable to do for himself. I cannot do this without you. Unable to help it, Lancelot raised his eyes and met Arthur's bleary gaze. "Are you functioning in there, old man?" I cannot do this alone. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 14 2010, 03:20 PM Post #130 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Wed Apr 09, 2008 2:21 pm Dagonet and Saoirse Dagonet watched Linnette's face... New tears coming to her face and in that moment his own heart ached to walk to her and hold her trembling body. But the only thing he could do was to watch... even this was difficult as his eyelids were geting heavy, so very heavy. As Neeve cut his tunic and pulled the material to look upon his side Dagonet allowed himself to briefly close his eyes with shaky breath out.
Dagonet almost smiled at the healers question... In the past Bors was not the one to get in those kind of things. But, he had manage to stop the bleeding that time in the cart.. he was the only one who knew what to do it seemed. Even if Dagonet did not remember the details as he was with high fever, he was greatful to everyone who helped him. Saoirse allowed Neeve room for her work, but watched her hands desperately now... as the wound was revealed. The stitching weren't nice, and she noticed more of them in her lover's body. She winced at the look of them and frowned in worry for Dagonet.
At his friend's voice Dagonet slowly oppened his eyes and looked in his direction... There was he with Vanora close by. Bors always wanted to see things positive, always wanted the mood to be lightened. The corners of his mouth twitched at Bors's words. In truth Dagonet remembered it qiute different... It was Bors who asked Gedeon if he needed any instructions... and went on with his banter about it, while Dagonet watched his son's face as his cheeks went more red second after second. It was a joyful day... Everybody was so happy then! Dagonet frowned at the memory with some added pain. And felt that he could cry again... Saoirse's hand squeezed his with gentleness and care, but he had not looked at her... buried down in his sadness. Gedeon was a good man... Dagonet was so much proud of him. Did he ever say this to him? Did Gedeon know? Linnette let out a laugh with tears all over her face. Dagonet did not dare to smile nor to do anything besides squeezing Saoirse's hand back... He needed somebody's else strenghts now, cause his own left him in the moment he left the battlefield without Gedeon's body.
Pray.... The tall knight was not taking notice of Neeve examing his side. He did not care about himself right now. Pray... He said the prayer in the place of Gedeon's death... He had said his goodbies to his son... he had offered him to the gods in Sarmatian believe. But Linnette was a Christian and so was Gedeon in the end. Linnette had to say her own prayers for Gedeon's soul to rest in peace. Dagonet closed his eyes once more... with guilt filling his heart. He should take the body... he should search further! He should not give up so easly! A pat on his shoulder from Neeve made him bit his lip in helpnesness right now. There was somebody talking to the healer but in truth Dagonet did not care. He just closed his eyes and allowed emotions to overwhelm him... Sorrow and guilt... Pain. Saoirse wathed Dagonet's face fill with pain and swallowed hard at the sight of it. What could she do for him? Nothing it would seem.
At the sound of her name the redhead lifted her head and looked stright at Neeve with a frown. What now? Dagonet needed her now!
Go? She was going to leave him right now? When he needed medical attention?! But well she was asking Saoirse herself to take care of her lover and the fact that she was also trying to learn about it seemed rightful. She listened with attention... Dagonet did not listen... He gave up to the weakness now... nothing mattered. Saoirse looked back at her lover and nodded silently her head. She will done what was needed for him... Anything... "Alright" she murmured.
Dagonet oppened his eyes and only managed to see Neeve's leaving back.
So they were going to leave him and Saoirse alone... This would be maybe better. Dagonet locked his gaze at Linnette, his eyes apologizing and filled with so much sorrow. Saoirse patted his hand and as his weary eyes went to hers small woman gave him a small sad smile. "Be right back... " murmured and frowned considering if it would be alright to leave him for a moment to gather the things she needed to tend to his wound. Dagonet nodded silently. Saoirse looked briefly at Derfel, Linnette and Linnesse and left to the suply room. "Linnette... " Dagonet whispered weakly wanting to have her attention for a moment and lifted his hand silently in her direction inviting her to come closer. "I've... really..." once more struggeling to say anything. "Send a prayer... from me to your God also... for Gedeon." he said feeling awkwardly, but meeting Linnette's gaze directly. His eyes went to Derfel with a question... He promised to take care of her and he remembered the young man his promise even if he knew that Derfel will be up to it... |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 14 2010, 03:23 PM Post #131 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Wed Apr 09, 2008 3:15 pm Linnette and Linnesse Having declared her intentions of what she was going to do, Linnette moved away from the beds as Neeve tended to Dagonet, off in search of Linnesse's cloak. She gave Bors a faint, sad smile as she passed him, but said nothing; she felt so curiously empty inside, like just a shell of a woman, going about her tasks with no real purpose, hardly noticed in the crowded infirmary. She found Linnesse's cloak in the storeroom after a brief search, though, and when she returned with it to Dagonet's bedside, Neeve was issuing instructions to all and sundry, having apparently been summoned somewhere else. As she talked, Linnette went over to her sister and matter-of-factly unclasped the cloak she was wearing- a green one not familiar to Linnette- and replaced it with Linnesse's own cloak, doing everything for her. She didn't want Linnesse to have to lift a finger for herself- she needed to rest!
Linnette looked up at that, glanced down, a little disconcerted, at his arm falling back to his side; apparently, he had considered touching her, but thought better of it. It was mildly annoying, for some reason- it seemed either needlessly nervous of him, to drop his hand, or else presmuptuous to try in the first place- but she merely nodded wordlessly in acquiescence to his request. Her attention going back to Linnesse immediately, she prepared to help her sister up- but from the bed, Dagonet's quiet voice caught her attention.
He beckoned her forward, and she came willingly, sitting on the edge of his bed and looking down at him with sympathy. It was hard seeing such a strong man, and one whom she thought of as a father figure, so humbled like this=- broken down by grief as well as by his physical wounds.
"I will, Father." Linnette nodded, her words nearly a whisper; her throat was closing once more and her eyes were filled with tears. Already she could see the chapel before her in her mind, and the candle she would light for Gedeon there- just one among the many candles burning before the statues of Mary and Jesus. Such a small remembrance of such an important life. "I will," she managed to repeat, before it was too much again; she didn't want the whole infirmary to see her cry so openly. Ducking her head, so as to partially hide her face, she turned and stood up, reaching once again for Linnesse, who took her arm, reached for Derfel with the other hand, and with their help, hauled herself to her feet. She was so tired- ready to collapse! "Let's go, sister- to our room, right?" Linnesse glanced up at Derfel on that, making sure he felt the same as she did- she didn't want to stay in the infirmary any more, not now that she was some better and he was home! The thought of their bed, the bed they shared, was quite appealing- she would rest better there than anywhere else, she was sure. Merlin
"Oh, yes- Juna has done an excellent job." Merlin held up his bandaged arm with a smile, then returned it to it's most comfortable position against his body. She wanted to check it again, he knew, but really, it had been well done the first time, and he had taken no more real harm, other than fatigue. The Woad lealder paused a moment, wondering if he should say something to Guinevere about he and Juna's new understanding, if that was what it should be called. The last she had seen, they had been arguing, and then the fighting had happened- she didn't know anything of what had passed between them in the woods. No one did, though perhaps they could guess. "She will be staying with us after all," Merlin added, looking over at Juna with a satisfied smile and giving her hand a little squeeze, then looking back at Guinevere. He certainly didn't mean to flaunt their...understanding...but the thought that she was indeed staying gave Merlin a warm cared-for feeling that he was not entirely used to- at least not when it came to anyone but his beloved daughters, and that, of course, was different. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 14 2010, 03:25 PM Post #132 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Wed Apr 09, 2008 3:36 pm Bors and Vanora Everyone sort of looked at him after he had spoken. Okay, so he was not the most thought provoking speaker of his time, but he had managed to make Linnette laugh, cry, and giggle all at once. He felt it was good of her to do so, but then no one addressed them further, and it seemed that only Dag and Linnette had understood. A boy had come to fetch Neeve to Arthur's side, and Derfel and Linnesse no doubt wanted to have a reunion of sorts... "Is that all you could say?" Vanora was red faced with embarrassment and a touch of anger. At such a time of mourning, she had expected something touching to say, but it came out as something out of the blue.
Bors shrugged, and watched the crowd. The look on Dagonet's face almost made Bors laugh. He could kind of guess what the quiet knight was thinking, but he turned to Linnette and said in a soft gruff voice, "Sorry, Linnette....meant to say something that was suppose to be meaningful. I sometimes just can't find the words to say..." Vanora looked at her lover then at the young woman, and said, ' We have been friends for a long time, and I want you to know that if you need anything...Bors and I will be there for you...' The red head lay a gentle hand on Linnette's arm, then moved back giving the woman some space.
Vanora looked from the Saxon to Linnesse, then to Linnette. She stepped foreward, "Derfel, I could help you if Linnette wishes to visit the chapel..." Bors in the meantime had watched Dagonet, and the care Saoirse was giving him. He was in good hands, but still he wanted to spend time with his friend...
Bors looked at Linnette then at Dagonet. Sarmatians prayed sort of, but to their own gods, or powers that be. Bors often made fun of the Christian religion, but right now anything was good for the soul and for comfort. "I am not a prayerful man, Linnette, but I will send thoughts Gedeon's way as well...and for you and Dagonet..." |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 14 2010, 03:26 PM Post #133 |
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Author: linnet Date: Wed Apr 09, 2008 8:16 pm Juna
Juna cast a quick sideways glance and uncertain smile at Merlin before lowering her gaze downward. He made it sound like she was company who had been persuaded to stay for dinner. She felt too uncomfortable to say anything, and wanted to relieve the feeling by removing herself to allow Merlin and his daughter their privacy. Only the welcome reassurance of Merlin’s hand holding hers kept her at his side. She didn’t know Guinevere well. When the girl had been growing up Juna had mended the usual childhood scrapes and bruises for her, and treated some of the illnesses common in young ones. Then when Guinevere had gone to live with the Romans, Juna had mentally berated her for making Merlin unhappy. Now that the young woman was back with her father, Juna was glad that he had the support and help of his daughter. But as a person, Guinevere had always struck her as a little aloof, perhaps due more to her striking beauty than to her actual personality. While waiting for either Guinevere or Merlin to break the awkward silence she had caused, some familiarity was teasing at Juna’s memory. Hearing Guinevere say the name Neeria had triggered it. Ash and Guinevere had been arguing about who should be treated first. When the connection clicked, the healer felt a sick cringing in her stomach. She realized that she had encountered this Neeria before. Juna couldn’t risk having Guinevere’s disapproval now. She wanted no problems that might affect Merlin. After all, there was a pecking order among these people, with Guinevere’s position very high up indeed. And Juna wasn’t even a chicken, but dared hope to consort with the ruling rooster. She needed to clear things up now. “Guinevere,” she said softly but steadily, “I’m afraid I acted badly earlier today when I refused to help your friend, Neeria. I was behaving selfishly and unfairly. I owe you an apology, and Neeria one when you rescue her.” Juna realized that the hand Merlin had been holding was now clutching his so tightly to steady her nerves that she was almost digging her nails into his skin. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 14 2010, 03:27 PM Post #134 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Wed Apr 09, 2008 8:42 pm Malcus Barbattus Malcus looked at the soldier in front of him. To Malcus, the young man appeared to be cold and tired, but otherwise in fair condition. He'd make it just fine to the end of his duty. Then he could bathe and sleep until the next rotation. Barbattus felt no pity for him whatsoever. The Captain eyed Lucius suspiciously. He didn't like a slacker and in his mind Lucius had been dawdling about while others around him were busy with Arthur and the knight's arrival.
"Good, good," Malcus replied, noting something in the young man's tone, but not readily identifiable.
"Indeed," Malcus answered. Obviously the soldier was annoyed, and the Captain suspected there was something more this young man wanted to say. Even though Barbattus demanded discipline and respect from his men and would severly punish them otherwise, he also wanted to "hear" the men as well. Malcus eyed the young man again, noticing his tightly clenched jawline and unwavering eyes on the horizon. Shifting his stance to 'parade rest' to symbolize neutrality, Malcus said in a very firm voice: "Obviously there's something on your mind, soldier. You have this one opportunity to tell me what it is." |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 14 2010, 03:28 PM Post #135 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Wed Apr 09, 2008 9:01 pm Adian There were voices in the distance. Adian shifted in his sleep feeling the pain in his shoulder, a frown furrowing his brow. Bit by bit, he came to and sleepily looked about the room...there was a guard next to his bed instead of Juna... Juna. He figured she'd be long gone by now, if she had ever existed at all and it was just his feverish state that had brough on her vision. The guard was looking at him everyonce in a while with a suspicious look, and Adian wondered what he ahd done wrong. Slowly, his hand ran over his smooth chest over to the wrapped arm, then to his breeches. Adian scowled as they did not feel like the clothes he had worn before... Buckskin? So perhaps this had not all been a dream: the woads, a man named Merlin...Juna. No it was not a dream as he reached up and felt the semi set scab under his chin. He swallowed hard wondering if Thorn knew he was here, or any of his friends for that matter...which he did not have alot of. Adian still felt a bit drowsy, and looked over to where some people were talking. He noticed Linnette, Linnesse, but the others were not familiar. Some of the knights perhaps.... While he was watching the scene, the healer came back with a second dose of the herbal tea. Adian finished it, and handed the mug back to her wishing he had time to get to know her better. Gradually, his eyes became heavy, and he slipped back into a light sleep.... |
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