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Author: Unicorn
Date: Thu May 01, 2008 4:41 am
Mirtha


Mirtha watched Ione walking towards the staris. And he
remembered the expression of her face a moment ago... her eyes
were looking so directly in his and a wave of disbieleve was
there as he talked about drinking. He could not stop
drinking... He had done it to long. Nobody ever told him stop,
maybe it was because of it. He shook his head silently as she
turned to look at him already on the steps.

Ione
 
"Mirtha....if you need me...you know where I will
be....even if you need a place to stay..."


Mirtha smiled back at her and as she was away he liked his
lips and closed his eyes. There was still the taste of her on
them... he still felt a woman taste. And his drunken mind
thought he will see her later for doing the same they had a
moment earlier. His drunken mind made his world spin and he
sat on the floor, beside the chair. Slowly he reached behind
him without even looking and took another bottle from the hay
he stored there. Took few sips of wine and soon it made his
mind just stop... Memory of past few hours went away and he
passed out, mumbling something in his sleep.
Morning came swiftly and Mirtha was awaken by noises from the
main stables. He heard steps somewhere near him and his one
eye went open... His head hurted so much.. He still had a
bottle in his hand, squeezing it tightly to his chest. There
was a laugh above him and he looked up to see one of the young
stable boys covering his mouth for not to laugh louder.

"What the hell??" Mirtha murmured and when he reliesed finally
that it was a morning, he shook his head and threw a bottle
towards the young boy. "Get to work!" he shouted at him
furiously.

The boy dogded before the bottle hit the wall beside him and
crushed into small pices, and then he run away quickly.

Mirtha slowly moaning slightly sat up and once more closed his
eyes. Shook his head and put a hand over his forhead. What the
hell he had done yesterday now? And why the hell was he in the
loft?

After a second all returned to him. Gods! Did he? Did they?

"Fuck..."

He took an effort to stand up on his feet and look around,
there was no sign of anything in the place... but surely his
mind wasn't playing on him? Doesn't it? He had fucked a
woman... No he had woman's body... Ione's body. Fuck.... He
shouldn't... He did not remember everything, but her face was
clear in his mind. She offered her help to him...

"Best fucking start of the day..." he muttered and moved to go
down to the stables.

His moves weren't so sure... The last night's drinking taking
it's spoils. He had to eat something... He walked away from
the stables even if few of his workers came into his way with
questions or reprot. He did not care just now.. he had to
drink water and eat something.. and think... Then he will find
Ione and ask her what happened.... If he had hurted her in
some way.. as he was feeling guilty right now.

Soon he reached the tavern with heavy head and walked inside.
They were many people already in the place. He walked directly
to the bar and waited for anybody to take his order.
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Author: Darya
Date: Thu May 01, 2008 7:01 am

Darya & Neeve


Darya had not noticed that she was practically holding on to
the window-sill once the Optio and Arthur exchanged the first
words. She had her back turned towards the window…and her
hands behind her back almost clinging to the cold stones of
the window-sill as she did so…hidden from everyone else’s
sight. What a poor sight they all must give to the younger of
the two Romans in the room. She knew she still looked like a
mess…but there was no way she would leave Arthur’s side…unless
the Commander wanted her two, which in all truth she hoped he
did not. Lancelot and Arthur both still looked battle worn…and
the healer… Well, she looked tired but probably more
presentable than the other three of them. While listening to
the two Romans talking, Darya’s dark gaze shifted towards
Lancelot. There was this certain expression on her fellow
Sarmatian’s face…the one that made him unpredictable… She knew
how much the First Knight disliked the Optio…and for his own
sake hoped that he had his temper under control. Her eyes
lingered a bit longer on him, as if she could will him to stay
calm…despite the fierce words the Optio had just spoken…

Was there accusation in the younger Roman’s words? The female
Sarmatian frowned as she slowly averted her gaze from Lancelot
and glanced at Amadeus instead. And what Woad woman was he
talking about?

"The Gods give reasons."…that is what Merlin had said when
Darya had asked him why he had broken the truce. The Woad
leader’s words echoed in the dark-haired’s mind. “Tell your
Roman the truce is over. Tell him we will meet again in the
battlefield.”...those had been Guinevere’s words, which the
Sarmatian also recalled clearly. Yet none of this actually
made sense to her at the moment...thus Darya attempted to
focus on what Scipio had to say. Perhaps the Optio knew
more...

When the Optio entered the room, Neeve assessed him
thoroughly. She had not met him before and only knew about him
as some soldiers at the infirmary had told her a few things
while she had tended to them. This Scipio was certainly
younger than she had expected…and he looked as proud a Roman
as one could. However, when he replied to Arthur’s questions,
the healer could not help but arch an eyebrow at the Optio’s
words. She was 'only' the healer, but if this would end up to
be a fierce argument that would only wore the Commander out
and make his current state worse again, she would have to
interfere. And no doubt, Lancelot would happily join her. But
as so long as Arthur was doing okay in her eyes, she would
merely do what she usually did: observe and learn.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Thu May 01, 2008 1:16 pm
Tatiana


Adian
 
"Don't talk to me like I am some nut case! No one could
understand her the way I did! No one!" "And IF ye are
wise, you'll not follow me! Do you understand?! I just
ant to be alone!"


"Adian..I wasn't..I don't mean to.. I didn't." Tatiana said
puzzled confusion showing in both her eyes and in her soft
voice.

After finishing cleaning up the rest of what was supposed to
be a quiet breakfast, she glanced over her shoulder at Vanora
and Bors, her hazel eyes gone from bright green to a muted
one, shiny with tears as Tatiana wasn't quite sure just what
to do next and heartily wishing that her Brendyn was there to
help.

"Vanora, what happens now? How long does it take for a hurt
like that to heal?" Tatiana asked in a small little girl's
voice once all of the color in her face that had been there
earlier from Adain's playful flirting drained away as the
implication of what Adian said to her hit home, causing a
kaleidoscope of feelings to dance across the young
stablegirl's face in reaction to her own hurt feelings. "I was
only trying to help him." She said sadly, looking around for
something to pick up the mess with.

Brendyn, I wish that you were here. I miss you so.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Thu May 01, 2008 2:14 pm

Arthur


Continuing to wear the mask of ‘Commander’ and continuing to
expertly hide his pain, Arthur unflinchingly held Amadeus’
gaze….assessing the Optio’s reaction and recognizing
frustration on the other man’s face. It had been a simple
question, had it not? Arthur may not be at his best this
morning, but he had not lost his uncanny ability to read
people.

Amadeus
 
"Provoked?! Broken his word?! He attacked this fortress
at it's supposedly weakest time sabotaging a treaty
which you ... "


This cocky fucker had overstepped his bounds! Lancelot’s hand
went immediately to the hilt of his concealed dagger, dark
eyes flickered to Arthur ready to shut the bastard up for good
with a single slice across his arrogant little neck.

Arthur did not flinch, nor did he break eye contact with
Amadeus. But he knew Lancelot well and slightly raised his
right hand (palm face up) to indicate that his lieutenant
should hold….there was no need for physical violence. Amadeus
may have his say for the moment as was Arthur’s way.

Amadeus
 
"There was no provocation, Commander. This is just
evidence that you cannot, and should not treat with the
enemy. Ever. I do hope that this has put paid to any
more plans to negotiate with the woads, Sir? They cannot
be trusted, they have proven it so."


Enough.

Thanks in part to a small rise in blood pressure lending
Arthur strength, the Commander stood up from the bed to meet
Amadeus’ challenging gaze on equal ground. Except as Arthur
squared his shoulders to his full height, he had the advantage
of actually looking down at the Optio despite the fact he was
still barefoot. His side twinged and Arthur was forced to
carefully place a hand over his stitches, but his movements
were slow and deliberate and purposely intimidating. Yet much
to his credit, Amadeus continued…..

Amadeus
 
"Why did you bring that one back, Commander? The woman?
Why keep her alive? There are enough of our men dead to
make her life forfeit in retribution."


“To address your first concern, Amadeus,” Arthur began evenly
despite emerald eyes ablaze and brows drawn tightly together.
The Commander would show patience; take his time in discussing
the Optio’s concerns…one issue at a time and with well thought
out words.

“I have known Merlin for many years, sir, thus I do believe
that I am a far better judge of his character than you at this
juncture,” Arthur slightly chided Amadeus and then paused
again to allow his words to wash over the Optio’s hasty
comments.

Lancelot gritted his teeth and inwardly growled at the damn
Optio. He had heard Arthur’s voice, but all that Lancelot was
listening to was his own inner voice plotting the demise of
this pompous ass. However, Amadeus had made one valid point:
there was no trusting the Woads. And gods damn them all if
Arthur would not see this once and for all.

“And that brings me to your next point of contention,” Arthur
offered a rather wry smile as he continued; voice remaining
calm and gaze still focused sternly on Amadeus’s grey eyes.

“The captured woman will take me to Merlin. Or she will
sacrifice her life. That is the bargain I struck with her,”
Arthur flatly stated. “She will most likely die either way if
I know Merlin at all,” He added with a small smile and a
slight tilt of his head.

Arthur’s side twinged again and he willed the thing to quiet.
He had every intention of riding to Merlin’s encampment this
morning as surely last night’s rest was enough to rejuvenate
Arthur’s strength….God willing. But the longer he stood
upright, Arthur’s head had begun to throb and he felt too weak
to pull on his boots, let alone mount his horse.

God forgive me, but I believe Lancelot will win this quarrel.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Thu May 01, 2008 2:24 pm
Mari


Milan
 
"Mm...stay...w...wait..."


Mari shut her brown eyes when Milan pushed her hair back from
her face. It was an enjoyable feeling and the touch of his
soft fingertips on her cheek made her think it might be a
better idea to remain where she was and just enjoy his
presence a little longer. His staggered words made her open
her eyes, a gentle looking coming over her as she looked at
his lips moving, up to his eyes to try and decipher how he
felt about being able to speak his thoughts.

"Please do ... I'll bring breakfast too." the young woman said
in a low murmur, leaning forward to kiss Milan's lips gently.
It was just a soft touch at first, and the bottom half of her
body started to slide away from him off the side of the bed.
Mari tilted her head and kissed his lips again, giving a soft
moan of appreciation and regret as she flopped onto her feet.
She stood up, wobbling on her feet a little, lifting a small
hand to her lips as she looked down at Milan impishly.

"Don't ... don't go anywhere ok?" she laughed gently, leaning
back down for one more kiss. Her hand touched the side of his
neck lovingly and she withdrew with her eyes closed. Turning
around, Mari washed her face in the stagnant water bowl, wiped
off her dusty dress and promised to find something else to
wear today. She donned her purple cloak and blew Milan a kiss.

"Back soon..." she promised, pulling open the door and
stepping out into a chaotic scene. There were soldiers
everywhere! Mari's wide brown eyes looked around for the
easiest way out and when she saw it she dashed forward, head
down, seeking her father.













Catherine

Catherine swanned into the tavern with a graceful sway of her
hips and a beaming smile on her clean face. Her hazy green
eyes looked left and right as she moved forward, assessing the
customers that were there. It was well before noon, well
before her rendez-vous with Tristan, but she had enough time
to make a few acquaintainces in the meantime.

Her blonde hair was glistening, it was scented with jasmine
and the waft of it almost shimmered in her wake. She was an
enigma - a beautiful enigma in such a cold, wet, smelly place.

The whore knew her worth. Her worth was her body and she had
to keep that as beautiful as possible for now. She saw Bors
and Vanora, there was a commotion with some other people she
only knew to see. Catherine pursed her lips, walking past wth
her head turned, watching a moment before shaking her head and
looking forward. That was none of her business.

She approached the counter and turned, an elegant hand placed
on the counter-top, as she perused the place. A dirty blonde
head buried in a corner caught her eye. A half smile lifted
one side of her lips. Would she be so lucky to make the
acquaintance of two Knights in the one morning?

The man she had her eye on was Gawain. Defined by his long,
shaggy and woefully grubby looking hair. He didn't look
particularly well - injured perhaps?

Catherine pouted, walking over to his table. She lowered her
chin, looking out from under her eyelashes at the male with a
sympathetic pout to her lips.

"Lonely?" she asked in a sweet, airy tone of voice.










Eala

Eala was not about to be fooled by a pretense of kindness. She
knew these Romans! She knew their ways! She knew that they
only delivered death! What made this one so different? She
lived behind the walls did she not? She subscribed to the
ideals of the Roman way of life did she not? She was as Roman
as the soldiers that had killed her parents. She was as Roman
as the blonde man that had killed her brother Donnchadh. Large
black eyes narrowed when teh woman hunkered down to be more on
a level with her. Eala looked at the healer and down at
Neeria, feeling a surge of panic begin to form in her stomach.
Why did Neeria have her eyes closed?!

Mother Lavinia
 
“Neeria [...] am a healer. I can help [...] will not
[...] Neeria. [...] her wound, [....] so she is not
afraid.”


The blonde grit her teeth, watching the woman's lips move and
translating it as best she could in her mind. The woman spoke
slow enough that Eala could gather some information - though
words, as always, slipped through the cracks. When she stopped
talking, the little woad's nose scrunched up. She looked over
at the younger healer and down at Neeria. She moved a hand to
Neeria's face, stroking her cheek with the tips of her
fingers, up and down before looking back at the older woman.
Slowly, slowly, Eala sat up. She hunched her shoulders,
narrowing her black eyes to the healer as she slid to the
ground on the other side of the bed, behind Neeria.

"Shaaa!" Eala shouted, gesturing with a flick of her hand
towards the younger woman, indicating for her to stay back.
Furious, cautious eyes turned back to the older woman and Eala
nodded her head stiffly. She wasn't sure about this, but she
intended to watch, carefully, the whole time to ensure that
this old hag did nothing to hurt Neeria. Eala shifted up to
lay her chin on Neeria's shoulder, watching the nun intently,
almost without blinking, her hand on Neeria's arm.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Thu May 01, 2008 3:49 pm

Tristan


Well, that seemed to surprise- or disappoint, or whatever- the
Woad girl into silence. She made no further attempt to speak
to him, and let him go his way down the stairs from the
ramparts unhindered. A quick glance behind him when he was
near the bottom showed that she was descending, too, but she
stayed a good way behind him, and did not try to attract his
attention again.

Someone else did, though. As Tristan reached the bottom of the
stairs, Captain Barbattus, whom he had noticed earlier walking
towards the base of the wall, veered towards him with a
purposeful expression on his face, obviously desiring to speak
with him. Tristan adjusted his path to meet the officer, as
out of the corner of his eye, he saw Fiona cross silently
behind him and continue off in the approximate direction of
the tavern.

“Captain?” he acknowledged the other man with a perfunctory
salute when he came close to him, stopping before Barbattus,
waiting to see what he wanted. It was news from Arthur, he
hoped- news on what they were to do next, or news of the
Commander’s condition, or even what to do with the damned
prisoner. But he also knew that it was very likely not to be
any of those things, but rather to be some aspect of duties
that was much less interesting.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Thu May 01, 2008 3:50 pm

Derfel


Drake
 
"I do."


Derfel silently nodded his understanding as Drake answered
about escorting Linnette to their Commander. Although it
seemed a bit odd considering the man was carrying
saddlebags….what did that have to do with taking Linnette to
Arthur? Deciding to not concern himself with it, Derfel began
to walk alongside the older man as Drake indicated. Linnesse
had taken her sister into her room presumably for a clean dry
wrap or something, thus the two men took up a very slow pace
to give the women time.

Drake
 
"I don't know about Arthur. I met a messenger who could
not find Linnette. I found her and delivered the
message."


Derfel made a small sound of disappointment in not hearing any
news on Arthur’s condition. The Commander was probably fine
though…and as long as he doesn’t send for me…. He reached up
and scrubbed a hand over his stubbled face and thought
seriously on taking the time to shave…since they’d
successfully located Linnette and she seemed well enough in
hand for the present time being.

Drake
 
"How went the mission?"


Now that was a difficult question to answer. Derfel coughed
into his hand and attempted to hide his discomfort on the
subject of the ‘mission’. He then offered a cordial smile over
at Drake.

“Successful…few losses…” Derfel’s voice trailed off before
releasing a sorrowful sigh. He dropped his gaze to his feet
and stuck both hands in his overcoat for warmth.

“If you did not know….Linnette’s husband fell in the
battle….he….he….” Derfel was sparred further explanation by
the return of the two sisters. He bit at the insides of his
mouth and prayed to Bel that Linnette did not overhear.
Derfel’s gaze went to Linnesse as he noted how exhausted his
lover appeared. He should get her back to their room and back
into bed.

Linnette
 
"Derfel, I have to go see Arthur, but do you think you
could do something for me? It won't take long. I...I
know it's silly but...could you..."


Linnette’s saddened expression nearly broke Derfel’s heart.
Did she truly believe he’d refuse anything she’d ask of him?
Instinctively, he raised a hand to touch Linnette’s forearm in
comfort….but halfway there thought better of it and let his
arm drop back down to his side.

Linnette
 
"Could you go to the chapel and see if Gedeon's candle
is still lit? It's the one... the one closest to the
front. It's silly, but I just worry...please?"


“Yes…yes, of course,” Derfel answered with the warmest smile
he could muster. “I had it in me mind to pay a visit to the
chapel on his behalf today already, luv,” He added with a
slight bow of respect to Linnette. Derfel then glanced back to
Drake as if to reassure himself that the man would still see
to it that Linnette made it safely to Arthur’s office. He did
not catch Linnette’s gaze also turning to Drake.

“Linnesse, luv, I will not be too long…you want to go with
your sister? I’ll catch up,” Derfel spoke to Linnesse as he
reached for her hand. He did not truly wish to be parted from
his obviously frail lover….but he’d do this for Linnette, and
for Gedeon.
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Author: linnet
Date: Thu May 01, 2008 9:19 pm
Mother Lavinia


Lavinia waited on her aching old knees, doing her best to look
benign. Very slowly and cautiously, the Woad child moved off
of Neeria and positioned herself to watch every move the nun
would make. Lavinia was starting to feel like a mouse in the
unblinking sight of a coiled snake. Still the fact that she
had been able to communicate to some degree with the girl was
encouraging, and imperative for the sake of Neeria. The healer
slowly rose and went to work on the woman’s ghastly wound. She
tried to avoid sudden or rough movements, as she drained the
infection, cleaned the area, applied medication, and covered
and bandaged the injury. She made sure that the girl could see
exactly what she was doing, and what supplies she was using,
in hopes that the child would have seen healers at work among
her own people.

When the immediate danger from the infection was under control
for the time-being, Lavinia set about removing the scant
shreds of clothing the Neeria still wore. Then she used the
water in the basin, along with some soothing powders to
carefully wash away the grime and blood and dreadful filth
that covered Neeria’s body. All the while, the nun moved
slowly and as gently as she could under the suspicious glare
of the little girl. Lavinia was hopeful that the Woad would
regain consciousness, as a sign that the infection had not
spread too far. Thankfully the woman’s breathing was regular
enough to give some optimism.

Finally Lavinia picked up the simple clean white tunic that
her assistant had brought. She held it for the girl to see and
then by carefully lifting and maneuvering managed to get it on
Neeria. The other healer had moved to help, but Lavinia shook
her off, since the small Woad wanted to have only one threat
to monitor. She hardly needed the help anyway, because Neeria
was so thin, and light as a feather. That taken care of,
Lavinia stepped back away from Neeria. With the girl still
intent on not missing anything, the nun gestured her open palm
just a bit toward the silent watcher. Then she brought the
hand back and patted the bed beside Neeria, before touching
her own shoulder and her lip. She knew the child was bright
enough to understand that the healer wanted to help her now.
But she seriously doubted that she’d be trusted to do so.









Gawain

Gawain sat staring into his mug of tea, trying to avoid eye
contact with anyone who knew him. His head still hurt, more
than it should have from just being hung-over. He was worried
about his arm. If it didn’t heal right, he’d be of such
diminished value that his days as a knight would be numbered.
And what did he know how to do other than this? Nothing. It
had to heal right, which meant he had to give it time, he told
himself.

Catherine
 
"Lonely?"


He looked up so quickly, the change of light hurt his eyes.
For a moment he’d thought it was Brianna, and his heart had
raced. But it wasn’t Bri, and the little spark of hope in his
blue eyes faded. He glanced around to see if the woman had
been speaking to someone else. No, she was looking at him,
with demure sweetness and seductive intent. He didn’t know her
name, but he knew who she was. He’d never had her. After he
and Brianna had gotten very serious, he’d behaved and bedded
no other women. But that hadn’t kept him from noticing the
blond who floated around the tavern most nights like a vision
of everything a man could only dream of having. He looked her
over appreciatively, but more like he was admiring an
especially fine new weapon, than a woman. He breathed out a
short laugh. “The way I feel, I don’t even know if I’m lonely
or not, pretty lady,” he said. “You want some bread and tea?”
He smiled an enigmatic little-boy smile at her and looked from
the food in front of him to the empty chair at the table. He
realized that he probably was very lonely if he was inviting
this beautiful creature to only sit and keep him company for a
while.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Thu May 01, 2008 9:23 pm
Neeria


The medicinal smells of the room hit her senses first, even
before she opened her eyes. Immediately, the woad felt the
difference of her being from before she passed out. Her side,
which had been a gaping wound before she passed out, was now
clean and tightly bandaged. She no long felt the sickening
bleeding, oozing down her side. Neeria felt the softness of
fabric on her tired, weary body and she didn’t feel sticky and
dirty anymore. The tunic covered her completely and smelled
fresh and clean. Slowly, Neeria opened her eyes, squinting
from the gray light filtering through the small window. Her
throat was sore and she coughed, which caused discomfort in
her side. She cringed from the pressure the coughing put on
her ribcage and abdomen and she moved her skinny hand to hold
her side. Still feeling groggy but trying gain her wits,
Neeria turned her head and saw Eala staring at her with wide
black eyes. The poor child looked as though she was holding
her breath, making a whimpering sound, waiting for a sign from
Neeria.

Neeria raised her hand to Eala’s cheek and gave her a faint
smile. With much effort, the older woad nodded her head,
trying to indicate to the girl that Neeria was okay. Then
Neeria looked to the old woman and tears filled her eyes.
“Thank you,” was all she could say as her bottom lip quivered.
Neeria looked back to Eala and slid her hand down the child’s
shoulder and arm, grabbing the girl’s hand in her own. The
older woad smiled again and lifted Eala’s hand, pulling
slightly, as though trying to get the girl to go to the nun.
Eala pulled back a little, still not trusting the Roman woman.
Neeria released the girl’s arm and touched her own side again,
nodding her head, then pointing to healer once again. Eala’s
eyes softened as she seemed to understand that it was okay to
let the woman treat her. Neeria grabbed the child’s hand again
and squeezed it, then gently tugged again.

“It’s okay,” Neeria mouthed slowly to the child. Neeria
touched Eala’s shoulder gently and scrunched her nose and
stuck out her tongue again. She hoped the child understood and
would let the nun help her.











Malcus Barbattus

Malcus closed the distance between Tristan and himself and
held out his hand to greet the stoic scout.

Tristan
 
Captain,


“Fucked up morning, isn’t it?” Barbattus grumbled.

Malcus held out his arm to indicate that they should walk and
talk.

“I need to know what happened out there on that road. I lost
eight men god-dammit and nobody can tell me why. What of this
god-forsaken peace treaty of Merlin’s? What the fuck
happened?”

Malcus’ bad mood was rising to the surface again and he was
brooding. Maybe he should eat breakfast, he considered, not
out loud. Maybe that would stop the dull throbbing in his head
and squelch the desire he had to punch someone in the face and
spit on them.

“Then of all things," Barbattus raged on, "Arthur brings along
that woad bitch as a way to get to Merlin! She’s been nothing
but trouble since she got here! I beat the guard at her cell
door within an inch of his miserable life because if Quintus
hadn't showed up, that miserable piece of goat dung would have
gotten away with it! He tried to take her, force her, right
there in the cell, the bastard! The healer never came last
night so now she and the rabid woad child have been taken to
the infirmary under guard. What a pain in my arse.”

He glanced sideways at Tristan.

“Arthur did not receive visitors last night which is not like
him at all. Nor have I seen Lancelot. I suspect the commander
must have been injured more than I previously thought. I will
go call on him after I get something to eat. Perhaps putting
something in my stomach and fondling the firm breasts of a
wench will lighten my mood. Care to join me, old man?” the
captain asked with his best effort at a smile.
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Thu May 01, 2008 9:43 pm
Cassidy & Fleur


Fleur had her back to the infirmary bed, her little stick legs
in the air, swinging them from the knees down. Both hands were
above her, suspending her doll in mid-air. She was singing
some made-up tune, plugging 'lalala' in where words should've
been. Cassidy was disgruntled, sitting at the foot of the bed
with her arms crossed over her chest. She was edgy as well,
but she couldn't quite pin-point the reason, although Fleur's
racket surely wasn't helping the situation any.

"Sissy?" Fleur cooed, while making her doll dance above her.
"Who was that little girl? Why did they take her away?"

"I don't know," Cassidy answered dully, flatly.

A few moments passed.

"Sissy?" Fleur innocently inquired again. "Do you think that
other girl's gonna come back? The one who knows stories?"

"I don't know," the twelve year old replied, a little more
curtly this time.

"Sissy?" Fleur piped up a third time, now holding her doll to
her little chest. "When's Drake comin' back?"

Cassidy froze, and this time she did not answer, making Fleur
curious. The little blonde flopped over onto her stomach and
placed her face in her hands, eying up her older sister's
back. Cassidy didn't know what to think or what to say, so she
quietly uttered the only thing that came to mind: "I don't
know."

Fleur sighed exasperatedly, tendrils of feathery blonde hair
blowing from her line of sight.

"Well, what DO you know?" the seven year old huffed out
impatiently.

The older blonde inclined her chin toward her shoulder,
half-lidded eyes sliding shut momentarily, and she shook her
head. What did she know? Nothing. Nothing.
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Author: Eledhwen
Date: Fri May 02, 2008 3:07 am

Bors


Bors concentrated completely on his food as only Bors could,
and when he had finished every scrap and licked the plate
clean he stood, almost knocking his stool over as he did so.
He considered telling Vanora goodbye, but decided against it,
not because he was feeling a sudden attack of sensitivity, but
because he didn't want to get accused of interupting some
girly thing she had going on with the other bird.

Sniffing loudly, he wiped the back of his hand across his nose
and strode out of the tavern in search of something to do.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Fri May 02, 2008 8:48 am
Vanora


Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mirtha, the stable
master enter and walk up to the counter waiting for his order
to be taken. She looked at the man, then back at Bors and
Tatiana. Adian had just left distraught over the news that he
had lost Thorn, and now Tatiana was upset. Blessed glorious
day! The red head really had wanted Bors to stay, but then she
knew how he was around situations like this. He was not really
use to showing how he felt in situations of this nature. The
knight was almost done with his food and had all but licked
the plate clean when Vanora heard the copperhaired woman call
after Adian...

Tatiana
 
"Adian..I wasn't..I don't mean to.. I didn't."
"Vanora, what happens now? How long does it take for a
hurt like that to heal?" "I was only trying to help
him."


There was confusion in the young lady's voice, and Vanora knew
she was going to have to double her duties: wait on Mirtha and
talk to Tatiana at the same time. Her eyes met those of she
and Bors though Bors seemed to be more interested in the food.
There was something else about Tatiana...the look in her eyes.
Was she in love? Vanora had seen so many girls with the same
looks of first love. It made Vanora recall the day when she
had met Bors. Her dark brown eyes watched Bors get up from
where he sat having all but eaten the plate, and gave her a
glance which she met before leaving the tavern. It was now
just she, Mirtha, and the distressed young lady. Her eyes
watched Bors backside as he left the tavern, then turned her
attention back to the two.

As she walked over to Mirtha, she addressed Tati's questions,
"Sometimes it takes a very long time for pain of that sort to
heal. I could not imagine my life without Bors, or any of my
children..." She paused in thought before continuing. "When
someone looses someone they have loved dearly, there is like a
huge gap that is left in your life. Adain feels betrayed no
doubt as he was not here when she died and probably feels that
he is the one responsible as he was not here to protect
her...." She reached the counter and nodded at Mirtha, before
finishing. "Grief is sometimes such that one does not feel
that they have the will to live any longer....and some feel
that their departed would have wanted them to continue and
find the happiness they had lost....some find strength in just
knowing that their departed's spirit is always with them.
Adian needs time to be by himself, and whatever he said should
not be taken personally. He is more angry at himself..."

Vanora turned, then to Mirtha and said, "What can I get you
this morning, Mirtha?" Looking up at Tati, Vanora turned to
the Stable master and said, "All we have right now is eggs,
meat and some fresh bread..."
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Fri May 02, 2008 2:15 pm
Tatiana


Vanora
 
"Sometimes it takes a very long time for pain of that
sort to heal. I could not imagine my life without Bors,
or any of my children..." "When someone looses someone
they have loved dearly, there is like a huge gap that is
left in your life. Adain feels betrayed no doubt as he
was not here when she died and probably feels that he is
the one responsible as he was not here to protect
her...." "Grief is sometimes such that one does not feel
that they have the will to live any longer....and some
feel that their departed would have wanted them to
continue and find the happiness they had lost....some
find strength in just knowing that their departed's
spirit is always with them. Adian needs time to be by
himself, and whatever he said should not be taken
personally. He is more angry at himself..."


After listening to Vanora answer her questions and digesting
the information, Tatiana filed it all away to think about
later.

"Thanks Vanora. That helps..At least now I know why Adian left
here like that." She said nodding and letting out a little
sigh. "I thought that if he had told me a little bit about
Thorn, it would've helped him to begin healing at least a
little bit, but I guess it was too early or too soon to do
that just yet." Tati commented sadly to the proprietess
kneeling on the floor from picking up the spilled food.

Then her thoughts took a different turn to automatically drift
to a soldier with dark sandy-brown hair and dark blue eyes
with a cold named Brendyn and their very first meeting here in
the tavern and oh, the butterflies that awoke as their eyes
met and made contact for the first time. She, of course, had
seen plenty of boys back in her home village, but none of them
had made her feel anything or stop to do a double-take until
that night and everything happily changed for her.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Fri May 02, 2008 4:28 pm
Drake


Drake knew something had happened on the mission that Derfel
didn't speak about. It was no sixth sense, not really in any
case. It was just a warrior's instinct perhaps? His green eyes
peered up at Derfel, narrowing marginally as the man coughed
into his hand. A sign of discomfort because it was the very
first cough the man had been prey to in all this time. The
Spaniard kept his lips sealed however, nodding his head as he
was informed there were few losses.

He felt the blood drain from his face when the Saxon then
attempted to tell him about Linnette's husband. Why did he
feel guilty about that? Why did it feel like he should have
stopped it from happening? Maybe because it would be better if
he were dead and Gedeon still lived...?

He was nodding his head a little stiffly as Derfel told him of
Gedeon, holding his breath, his forehead ridged heavily with a
frown. The uncomfortable recognition of such a disastrous
death was not needed- as the two women returned.

Drake took a breath. A deep breath, looking over Linnette
quickly, trying to be discreet. He watched her eyes,
attempting to see if she had been crying again. Whilst he
looked over Linnette, Derfel was doing the same thing with his
lover. Drake realised this and gave an uncomfortable cough
into his hand - catching himself at the last minute, his eyes
diverting to Derfel. Was he obvious in his intense
observations of Linnette? Was that guilty cough into his hand,
so similar to Derfel's only a moment ago, truly obvious? Would
the Saxon make some link, attach some emotional baggage to it?

The Spaniard took a step back - feeling a little out of place.
He wasn't family, afterall. He watched and listened though,
remaining very still as Linnette spoke. He had to drop his
eyes, looking down at his dirty boots as her voice broke. His
fists balled up, flexing inwards and outwards with ominous
creaks at the joints. The urge to grab Linnette and turn her
away from speaking the words that were causing her so much
pain was almost unbearable. Drake wanted her to just not feel
the pain though he knew she would be feeling it now and for a
long, long time to come. There was nothing he could do about
it. It would hit her now or it would fester and she wuold
become a different woman, a bitter woman, a bitter, lonely
woman.

A bitter lonely mother... his conscience reminded him.
He almost groaned...

Derfel looked at him.

Drake looked back levelly.

He understood the look and lowered his head a fraction,
indicating that he would ensure the two were seen to safety.
When the fair-haired male spoke to his lover, Drake sidled up
to Linnette's side, looking down at her hands, not into her
sad eyes. It pained him to see such anguish in her hazel
eyes...

"You sure you're ready?" he spoke, defiance ringing in his
tone. He would defy Arthur to ensure she had enough time to
prepare for this. He would not force her in front of the
Commander unless she was ready, both inside and out, to face
him. He would not subject her to that - and let the wrath of
Castus fall upon him for he would not let it touch Linnette.









Catherine

He really did look miserable.

Not for the first time it went through Catherine's mind how
satisfying it would be to take this man to the baths and just
... scrub. It wasn't that he omitted an offensive odour! On
the contrary- he smelled male, like every other male at Badon
Hill, but there was something about the way he kept his chin
lowered, his shoulders hunched defensively, that made him
look... shadowed. Bleak. He would feel better if he treated
himself better. Catherine was convinced of it. THough she was
convinced of the same thing with most men at Badon Hill.
Especially the Knights.

Some people said it was the uncouth nature of Sarmatians -
Catherine was of the opinion that it was their servitude to
Rome that had them feeling like slaves and so they started to
look like slaves.

When this one looked up at her, his lips parting in the
faintest, weakest of laughter, Catherine couldn't help but
smile back, tilting her head to the side so that her cheek
touched her shoulder. She looked a lovely creature then - meek
and pleasant. Docile.

Gawain
 
“The way I feel, I don’t even know if I’m lonely or not,
pretty lady, You want some bread and tea?”


"Ah..." Catherine began, her smile becoming more broad and
genuine as she looked at his plate of food. Bread and tea? Men
didn't offer bread and tea! Red-blooded warriors did not offer
a seat and a bite of breakfast when approached by a whore!
Intrigued, pleasantly so, Catherine pursed her lips as if
considering his proposal.

"Hm..." she murmured, trailing her fingertips over the table
top, looking at Gawain intently, trying to decipher him.
Catherine was good with people. Business? Oh gods no - but
people she was good with.

"I'll take some bread if you discover that you are not
lonely." she promised, gracefully sliding herself in opposite
the Knight, her hands spread out on the table top. They
looked... immaculate. There was not even a hint of dirt
beneath her fingernails, which, were long and had a healthy
lustre to them. The fingernails of a woman who had not worked
a day in her life. "In the meantime I will take a sup of your
tea..." Catherine said, stretching her hand across Gawain's
arm, delibrately brushing the material of his tunic, as she
took the cup from the enclosure of his arms. She brought the
cup to her lips, tilted towards Gawain, winked - "Cheers..."
and took a sip.

The whore leaned back across hsi arm, placing the cup back
down. Her lips curled in a rather bemused smile and she shook
her head, giving a soft chuckle, defeated. Her shoulders fell
and she leaned an elbow onto the table, her chin in her hand
as she looked at Gawain - obviously amuesd, but also very
confused.

"Why am I sitting at a table with you sharing breakfast at
all? It seems... it seems a little eccentric, though certainly
not displeasing." Catherine assured him, her little finger
falling down to her bottom lip, her fingernail gently tugging
at the lip slowly.









Eala

Eala wasn't sure about this at all.

Her lips were pressed into a severely displeased line as the
old nun worked. When she started to strip Neeria, Eala's nose
wrinkled, her eyes looking from the older woad's body to the
nun, wondering if she should step in and stop this. But a
tunic was presented which quelled Eala's suspicion. A little.
Once Neeria was dressed, the ten-year old tapped her hand,
attempting to wake her. Somehow it had unfolded in her mind
that Neeria had been unconscious only while the nun worked -
that that was how it was meant to be. Now that she was clean
and fresh and tended to, Eala expected the older woman to be
awake.

When she did not wake immediately, Eala's lip pulled back from
her teeth.

She turned a hateful glare at the nun and started to shift on
her feet again. The nun gestured towards her, then to her own
shoulder, then to herself. Eala narrowed her black eyes,
deciphering these things in her head and came up with the
right conclusion. She scoffed initially, and shook her head.

"... na! uhna..!" she declared, shaking her head and pointing
towards the doors of the little romo they were in, indicating
the great wide world. She was trying to say the name of the
healer back at the woad camp, Juna, but only got a portion of
the name right. As she was declaring these things, Neeria came
to. Eala's suspicion was eradicated for the meantime, her
childs mind easily distracted as the older woman came to. She
gave a beaming smile which looked horrific with all the
bruises, dirt and dried blood that was encrusted on her.

Neeria turned to speak to the nun and then grabbed Eala's
hand. Eala looked down at the grip and resisted it at first,
shaking her head.

"... na!!" she tried again, pointing with a sharp, dirty
finger towards the door. She would get Juna to look at her
wounds when they got back to camp, did Neeria not understand
that? Did she doubt they would be back at camp at all? But she
was insistent. Eala tried to resist, her youthful face so
angry, so full of mistrust. Until Neeria appealed to the
child. She scrunched her nose and stuck out her tongue.
Eala's bottom lip pouted out, her cheeks puckering with the
oncoming smile. Finally she shook away Neeria's hand and took
a deep breath. She stuck out her tongue at Neeria a moment
before she cme around the other side of the bed.

She lifted her chin arrogantly and stomped her feet
dramatically before coming to stand in front of the nun,
defiance personified. Her blonde hair was spiking up at the
most odd angles - of course it had been hacked short with her
own little dagger which didn't help, but it was matted in
places with dirt and dried blood. The blanket hung off her
injured shoulder revealing the horrid swelling and bruise
where the shoulder had popped most of the way back into place.
There was still an odd bump where there shouldn't be a bump -
this Eala ignored as if it were not there at all.

Her black eyes dared the nun to hurt her.
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