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May 2008
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golden_trillium

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Author: Darya
Date: Sat May 17, 2008 5:08 am
Darya


Darya could tell by the look in Tristan’s eyes that he was at
least pondering her words. He definitely was one of the most
indifferent people she knew…yet even he cared at least a
bit…when it came to his fellow knights. The female Sarmatian
briefly let her gaze lock with Galahad’s before Tristan
finally said something…

Tristan
 
"What she doesn't know won't hurt her,"


Galahad
 
"All the same Tristan... at least tell Dag. We don't
need him falling off his own horse when he sees his dead
son's horse riding out next to him. And if he did you'd
have to explain to Saoirse... Maybe Derfel could tell
Linnette... she might not mind. I mean, it's better to
be using the horse than letting it go lame stuck in the
stables. She'll understand."


The dark-haired nodded slightly at the young knight’s words
and gave a somewhat agreeing shrug of her shoulders of that.
“Whatever you do…or not do…just don’t piss the two ladies off
at the same time. Not healthy, for sure.” Darya then smirked
slightly. She knew both women…and while she did get along with
Saoirse quite well since the Villa mission, Linnette – as well
as her sister to a certain extent – was pretty much on top of
her 'to avoid and ignore'-list. Granted, there was a certain
commiseration for the now widow…but that was just because
Darya knew all too well how it felt to lose the man you love
and to not even be able to bury the corpse and say 'goodbye'
properly.

The woman pushed herself away from the fence again and
straightened her back. “If you excuse me now, gentlemen, I
have two horses to tend to myself…”, she then said and
gestured towards the two stalls in which Kahlan and Círdan
were waiting for her. And then I need to wash, she added in
thought while turning and slowly making her way towards her
horses…
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Sat May 17, 2008 1:57 pm
Dagonet


Lucius moved to look for Saoirse and Dagonet watched the man
back for a moment before looking at Derfel. He saw that the
young man wanted to say something more, but Bors came in and
made it's loud greeting.

Bors took Dagonet I am fine answer with a disbelieving smile
and understanding look. Bors knew Dagonet all too well to not
know that the tall knight was only telling this to hide his
weakness and appear stronger than he is in reality. And
Dagonet knew Bors too well to not know that deep inside his
friend was sincerely feeling broken to Gedeon's death. Maybe
not because of the simple fact of the death, but because
Dagonet was so hurted by it. Dagonet knew it, cause they were
friends for long and in the same case, Dagonet would feel the
same.

But they both would hide it behind the mask...

The mask of pretneding that everything was alright. At least
in front of others. If not for Derfel, Bors and Dag would talk
in a different way right now.

At his question about Bors's injury, his friend shrugged and
looked down at the leg. Dagonet's eyes wondered in the same
direction, but in truth the tall knight was too weak to help
any other way than to look at it. Normaly it would be him to
take Bors to the infirmary, put him on a bed and order him not
to move, while he worked on the wound.

Bors
 
"Yeah I 'ad it seen to, but I reckon there's sumfink in
it. It 'urt's like 'ell."


Dagonet frowned slightly. Something in it? Who had seen to
that wound? He would make his friend to stay and let healers
to look at him... Dagonet won't talk about that Bors should do
this earlier... only sternly say his opinion about the
situation.

Derfel
 
“I can fetch a healer if you’d like there, Bors…and that
there bed seems to be available, No doubt you’d be
needin’ a few stitches yourself, aye? Would hate for
that leg to rot off on you,”


Dagonet had not looked at the younger knight, his brows
stitched in a little concern look, which he used to give Bors
in those kind of situations. He saw that understanding look,
which Bors was giving him..... their silent conversation
running between the two of them. Dagonet was sure that Bors
had told him about the wound, because he knew that his friend
was surely the one, who will make him stay and tend to that
leg.

"Sit there... and wait for the healer Bors." he told him in
his low, yet a weak voice. He looked at Derfel and gave him a
slight nod. "Derfel, could you get somebody?"

He looked back at Bors and attempted a weak smile, but it did
not come out. The situation was so normal for the two of them.
He reached for Bors's hand and squeezed it slightly.

"I am sorry.... I should be the one... taking care of it." he
said silently enough only for Bors to hear him.









Evana

Brendyn
 
'Evana...lovely name. It is an honour to meet you,
Sister... I...am new here. I am a transfer from Aesica.
I hope you'll not be seeing me too much...at least to
the point of thinking that I live here in the
infirmary...'


Evana smiled slightly.

"Don't you charm me, Brendyn... and let me work"

She saw his winces and heard his groans, but she could not do
anything more about it. She had to do her job....

And as she was done Brendyn was a little dazed, but enough
focus to know she was done and that she was still by him.
Evana did not give him any strong medicine, only neccessary to
give him, to dull the pain and ease his hurt a little.

Brendyn
 
100 times better than when I came in, I hope to tell
Commander Castus of your fine work when I see him...I
will remember you tonight at evening prayer for your
continued wisdom and skill...'


Evana saw his internal fight to keep himself awake. She
remained by his side as he spoke softly. She gave him a smile
and nodded her head.

"Rest now, soldier."

She registered to let somebody know about him and watch him
for the night. As the man closed his eyes Evana smiled once
more and was ready to leave, when a woman came in and
aknowledged Evana while sitting by Brendyn's side.
Somebody close to him probably. Healer nodded her head, took
her things and left the two of them.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Sat May 17, 2008 3:50 pm
Titrus


When the girl yanked herself outside of his grip, Titrus
thought she was refusing to go with him. Much to his surprise
however, the girl freed herself from his grip only
momentarily, so she could retrieve the doll Titrus had placed
on the medical table. The action made Titrus stand straighter
with his chest puffed out a little, knowing that the girl
actually understood his feeble attempt at appearing humane to
her. Human one minute, warden the next, he thought to himself
as he opened the door to the room and led the woad girl out.

"We're heading back to the cells now. Crisis over," Titrus
said to the two guards outside the room. "Report back to your
squad commander and let him know you have been released. Also
inform him to gather the other squad commanders and report to
me at the high hour of the day for a briefing regarding
Captain Barbattus. Then you are resume your patrols. Is that
clear?"

"Oy sir," they said in unison.

The woad girl was staring at all three of them strangely, but
much to Titrus' relief, she did not fight him. Yet. He
motioned to her to move forward and they walked through the
infirmary. Titrus yanked a blanket off one of the beds, hoping
to all that was holy that Sister Lavinia didn't catch him in
the act, and wrapped it around the child's shoulders. As they
walked out of the infirmary doors, Titrus placed his hand on
the girl's shoulder, pulling her closer to him. The day was
cold and rainy still. The Roman slid his arm under his own
cloak, making like a wing and then draped his arm back around
the girl, trying as best he could to keep her warm. They made
their way through the commons and were almost back to the
dungeons when Titrus stopped suddenly. The lieutenant turned
around quickly and squinted his eyes, scanning the area from
left to right. He listened carefully. Someone had been
following them, of that he was sure. But he didn't know who it
was or where they'd disappeared to at that moment. Gripping
the handle of the dagger tucked neatly in his waistband,
Titrus looked down at the girl whose black eyes locked onto
his. Staring at her for a moment, he tightened his arm around
her and continued onward to the dungeons.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Sat May 17, 2008 5:08 pm

Brendyn


He felt dazed, but the pain in his arm was being dulled
slightly by the effects of the herbs. Brendyn was so "out of
it" that he thought he had seen Titrus leading the smaller
woad out of the room. Did the man need help? Even though he
had had his wound taken care of, Brendyn was still on duty,
and needed to finish what he had been ordered to do unless God
had other plans. The young soldier felt that his punishment
had been from God because of the way he had acted, and treated
the two woads and the not so nice nun. Brendyn doubted that
even if he had been nice to her, she still would not have been
nice.

His heavy eyes came back to rest on the nun who had taken such
good care of his arm...at least he would not lose it to
infection and for that, he was grateful, plus he was still
very alert dispite the herbs. Brendyn calculated that he would
be ready for duty in about one or two hours depending on when
the herbs wore off. He returned the nun's smile as she
spoke....

Evana
 
"Don't you charm me, Brendyn... and let me work"


Brendyn winced slightly as she adjusted some of the bandages,
then he smiled at her in a tired but charming manner. 'I
love...to charm all of the ladies...but for you it was a
compliment. I mean...I meant nothing disrespectful, Sister.'
Brendyn moved his eyes about the room, as he thought he had
heard voices not far off (Derfel, Lucius, Dagonet). They were muffled voices, but something else nagged at him, and his eyes moved to where he thought the once guarded room was...the one with the two woad prisoners. Frowning, the looked around to see if anyone else had taken note, but no one seemed alarmed at all. Odd.

Evana
 
"Rest now, soldier."


Nodding, Brendyn left his eyes close, but he was not asleep.
In sleep, he could hear more, and block out other noises. Only
those noises or voices of anyone needing his services...

It seemed like only a few minutes when he heard the sound of a
lite footfall on the infirmary floor and headed in his
direction. He had not heard Evana move off, but figured she
was ready to as she had others to tend to. Brendyn flinched
slightly, then relaxed as he felt soft delicate hands take
ahold of his and just hold them. Slowly, the young soldier
opened his deep blue eyes to look into Tatiana's face. How had
she heard about this? He smiled at her, "Tatiana, how did you
know I was here?" He had missed his friend, but he had little
time to spend with her, or at least until the herbs wore off.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Sat May 17, 2008 6:59 pm
Tatiana


Brendyn
 
"Tatiana, how did you know I was here?"


"A servant or errand boy, not really too sure which, told me
that there were a couple of Roman soldiers in here and that
one was injured. After thanking and paying the lad a coin for
the information, I headed over here to check it out." Tatiana
replied truthfully to him, relieved to hear that her voice had
lost most of its post-teary-hiccupiness sound after her crying
jag from a few hours ago, and only a few hiccups remained.

Returning his grin with one of her own at seeing him again,
she fervently hoped that her eyes had lost all of their
reddish-puffiness too, but being familiar with what a crying
jag does to her system, she knew that it would still be awhile
yet before everything went completely back to normal.

Glancing over at him, she glanced down at their entertwined
fingers, then back up into his deep blue eyes, happy that she
could spend some time with him. "What happened to you, Bren?"
Tatiana asked curiously. "How are you feeling? Are you ok?"
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sat May 17, 2008 7:51 pm
Tristan


Galahad
 
”All the same, Tristan...at least tell Dag. We don't
need him falling off his own horse when he sees his dead
son's horse riding out next to him. And if he did, you'd
have to explain to Saoirse...maybe Derfel could tell
Linnette...she might not mind. I mean, it's better to be
using the horse than letting it go lame stuck in the
stables. She'll understand."


Darya
 
“Whatever you do…or not do…just don’t piss the two
ladies off at the same time. Not healthy, for sure. If
you'll excuse me now, gentlemen, I have two horses to
tend to myself…”


"Good horses, those," Tristan mumurred inconsequentially as
Darya pushed herself away from the fence and began to head
over in the direction of the stalls. Horses were a much more
comfortable subject for talking about than the ins and outs of
who to inform about Tirgatao...though if Tristan was lucky, he
wouldn't have to carry on any conversation any more right now.
He snuck another look at Galahad, an uncomfortable, rather
guilty look as, with Darya gone, the silence stretched between
them for a moment. Apparently, Galahad still expected Tristan
to do something about this, say something to somebody- but
Tristan was little inclined to do so. Tell Dagonet- sure,
eventually, but there was no hurry and no need to make a
production of it. Tell Linnette- no. At least not personally.
The scout's insides squirmed inside him at the thought,
rebelling against the awkwardness of it, even imagined. No.

"Uh...I'm gonna put this one away," Tristan finally muttered,
head ducked and no loner meeting Galahad's eyes, as he crossed
back over to Tirgatao's head and took his rein in a
businesslike fashion. He was about done here anyway- he had
worked with the horse to his satisfaction for the morning and
even though it was a little early, maybe he could head over
towards the tavern and see if his whore for the afternoon was
available yet. She would be a welcome distraction- if she
canned the talk.

Sullenly, Tristan led Tirgatao out of the riding arena, past
Galahad, and towards the stalls, glad enough for now that his
stall was not particularly near either of Darya's either.
There was nothing to encourage further talk- and within the
bounds of not skimping on his duties towards his new mount,
Tristan wanted to be out of here and on to other things as
soon as he could be.
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Author: linnet
Date: Sat May 17, 2008 8:22 pm
Mother Lavinia


Lavinia’s attention to her supply records kept being
interrupted by slight prickles of guilt, until eventually she
put down her books and rose from her chair. Opening the door
to her office, she peeked out cautiously. Her bothered
conscience was relieved to see that Evana was tending to the
insolent-mouthed soldier. Good. The old nun had satisfied her
sense of revenge, but no one was the worse for it. Clean
conscience, clean slate with The Boss.

Looking beyond the cot where Evana was working, Lavinia
noticed that there was no longer anyone guarding the little
room where she had put the two Woads. She marched over there
and looked through the open door. Empty of Woads. She
harrumphed, angry that her instructions to let no one into the
room without her knowledge had obviously been ignored. Unless
the guards had abandoned their post, the two patients had
certainly not escaped. So someone must have come to take them
away, back to the dungeon. All her work to help them would go
for nothing. The filth of the dank cells would kill them
sooner or later. Well, the dungeon was out of Lavinia’s realm
of influence. Once they had left her infirmary, there was
nothing she could do. Not unless she was of a charitable
nature, which she was not.

She called for an assistant to make up the bed and straighten
the room. As she started back to her office, her attention was
drawn to a loud voice coming from the section where the badly
injured knight had been taken yesterday. She decided to
investigate. There, gathered around the bed were three
intruders, one of whom moved off before she got there. The
other two she recognized. More knights. “What makes you think
this man is well enough to have a party?” she asked as she
planted herself at the foot of the cot, arms folded in front
of her. “He needs rest and quiet. And where pray tell has your
own private nurse gone off too?” she addressed Dagonet. “If
that woman ever becomes a halfway competent healer it will be
a miracle.” The nun shot a crabby glance tempered by a slight
glint of amusement at Bors, as he sat on the unoccupied cot
next to Dagonet. “And you,” she said sharply to the burly
knight. “Unless you’re injured, get your behind off that cot.”
There was something about the rough-hewn boisterous man that
could always get to her, make her smile in spite of herself.
“Everybody out. Now,” she commanded, standing firm.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Sat May 17, 2008 8:53 pm
Brendyn


The slightly dazed young soldier just looked at the copper
haired woman. He liked her, but he felt his mood slowly turn
sour as she spoke. Brendyn's eyes narrowed as Tatiana spoke
despite the fact that her voice sounded as though she had been
crying what she told him was something he definitly did not
expect nor like...

Tatiana
 
"A servant or errand boy, not really too sure which,
told me that there were a couple of Roman soldiers in
here and that one was injured. After thanking and paying
the lad a coin for the information, I headed over here
to check it out."


....You had me followed? Is that what you are trying to tell
me...that you have become so obsessed with me that you had me
followed? Brendyn sat up slightly against the pillow, "You
paid someone for information that they gave you concerning
me?! Tatiana, I like you very much, but in the future, do not
pay anyone for information concerning my whereabouts." Brendyn
left out a heavy sigh after he spoke. He trusted few who paid
for information....okay so perhaps she had been concerned, but
did she really know whom she had gotten the information from?
"I am still on duty, and I have to go and serve my punishment
after the effects of the lite painkiller wear off...." He felt
tense as though lying there was making him look weak. Antonius
would have been in there in a shot to get him up and about
once he was mended....

All of the tenseness went as he followed her eyes to where
their fingers intertwined. It all felt so right and yet.
Brendyn's look softened, "I am sorry I was angered by what you
said, but there are those in forts who give out information
who are not so respectable...I just want you to be careful.''
Slowly, he brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of
it, before moving them both back down to the cot. 'I hope
you'll still want to be near me after three days of latrine
duty," Brendyn laughed lightly.

Tatiana
 
"What happened to you, Bren?" "How are you feeling? Are
you ok?"


Brendyn recalled the moment when he had saved Centurion
Quintus's life while he was being attacked by woads. In the
process, he had taken a sword in the arm: one, Evana had
neatly taken care of, and the other was not so bad. "Better
than I did about an our ago..." Or had it been longer? Brendyn
released her hand, and managed to sit up a bit more. "Evana
gave me a lite painkiller so that I could go back to my duties
in an hour, instead of being couped up for two days, so I am
feeling slightly dazed, and I will be fine." All he could
think in his mind was his duties he had to do before the end
of the day, and by the position of the sun, he figured he
still had time to get his arse over to where Titrus had led
him....
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Sun May 18, 2008 12:26 am
Milan


Being severed from Mari's side, after spending countless hours
cozied up with her, sheltered from the outside world within
the sanctuary of her arms, was odd to say the least. All the
fear and pain and uncertainty they had endured together the
past few days seemed a passing trifle, a distant memory, as
long as Milan was able to bask in the beauty that had
unexpectedly bloomed between them. Even under the blanket of a
rainy day, Milan uncharacteristically glowed with optimism.
Mari had awakened faith in him. It was impossible for the
entire world to be ugly if something as wondrous as she lived
in it - he wanted to believe that.

He lifted his angel's face to the sky, his blue gaze no longer
tinted with despair, but vibrant with hope, as he stepped out
from under the temporary protection of one building's eave. He
closed his eyes as the rain cascaded against his pallid
complexion, his body becoming submissive to the wind's
prominent sway. He parted his lips for a moment, tasting until
water sloshed from the edges of his mouth, dripping along his
angular jaw and down the front of his tunic where it was
tugged loose at the top. Milan gave a small groan of approval
as the droplets painted their way down the smooth plains of
his chest and abdomen below, cooling the sting to his battered
body.

After a few minutes, the young man finally shrugged his coat
more snugly about himself, folding his arms over his chest. He
was looking to wander somewhere indoors, when his gaze
momentarily stalled upon a passing man (Titrus) tottering in
the opposite direction as he. Milan cocked his head to the
side, an eyebrow quirking curiously when he noticed the man
had two pairs of feet beneath his cloak. For the briefest of
moments, the material parted as he quickly moved his hand to
something in his waistband, revealing a girl (Eala) wrapped in
beside him. Milan's brow gently puckered as he locked gazes
with her, intrigued by her superficial calm that might've been
deemed eerie to some. Her eyes were black like night - a
complete contrast to his clear blue ones - and she seemed to
speak loudly although her lips did not move at all.

From the corner of his eye, Milan saw the glistening of a
knife not meant for him, Titrus' claw-like digits wrapped
about the hilt menacingly. Instinctively, he backed away - not
so much out of fear - yet - but out of wariness. Milan was
perfectly statuesque as his cautious gaze flickered between
the girl and the man questioningly, his composure radiating
the illusion of a Greek God against a gloomy backdrop.









Alina

Alina stirred on the bed, blindly reaching out her hand to
touch Galahad beside her, her palm smoothing against the
mattress instead. Her brow frowned in slight disappointment to
find him gone. She sighed deeply and tucked the hand back up
under her head, only to turn over onto her other side a moment
later. Her brown eyes opened slowly and aimlessly stared
toward the wall. Sleep had dismissed her back into reality -
she buried her face into the pillow and groaned as her mind
began to process coherent thoughts. For the first time since
Galahad's return, Alina was glad that he was absent. She was
positive her less than inconspicuous guilty antics earlier had
irrevocably marred her - why didn't she just stamp it on her
forehead that she had been with Kolya?

For a long while, she lay quietly and debated with herself
over what was to be done now. She couldn't stand the thought
of seeing the look of disappointment and betrayal on Galahad's
face when she told him the truth, but to prolong the
inevitable would've probably been consequentially worse for
all parties involved. She breathed out another heavy, listless
sigh, her pretty face screwed up in troubled contemplation as
she dragged herself out of bed. Thoughtlessly, she smoothed
her hands through her hair and dazedly donned on her shoes and
cloak. She swallowed roughly, glancing toward the door while
swaying in uncertainty. Finally, Alina willed herself to leave
the room.

Galahad deserved to know the truth - there was nothing else to
it.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Sun May 18, 2008 2:44 am
Catherine


Catherine left the girls in the infirmary, hoping that there
would be some truce met between them when she visited them
next. It was upsetting to see two so young be so caught up in
adult worries. Shrugging into her cloak a little deeper, the
whore's hand slid down over her bodice, straightening herself
out. Her fingers ran over the close to empty pouch at her
waist - one coin inside of it. It was worth alot, that coin.
It was worth a night in her arms and confidence, she thought
gloomily.

Grimacing when she saw the rain still teeming, the blonde
looked at the comings and goings in the rain. A guard and his
prisoner, tiny though she was, going to the dungeons. An
attractive, pale figure watching. A woman without a cloak
hurrying through the drizzle with a parcel under her arm, no
doubt a pile of food, as much as she could afford. Another man
was crouched by the wall, looking on non-chalantly, miserably,
at the weather.

Catherine felt a certain amount of peace in seeing people
about their daily tasks. Even with the woads attacking things
went back to normal quickly. She longed for a place of
sunshine, carnivals and festivals though. Somewhere where they
hung decorations from pale buildings and drank wine from great
big vats, where the men had dark skin and ready smiles and the
sea was a magnificent shade of blue, the sun so hot that the
residents took to swimming in it to cool down. Sighing, the
woman shook her head in guilty foolishness and went to step
forward.

A blonde male was trumping through the puddles towrads the
infirmary. Catherine's heart gave a start, her stomach a lurch
and her cheeks flushed an embarrassed pink. His earlier,
abrupt departure from the tavern replayed in her mind and the
whore knew a moment of doubt. Her idea was silly. It was not
enough to broach a peace between them, why should it be? And
yet ..

The whore gave a tiny groan of defeat and shrugged her hood
up. She ran out into the rain and hurried, slowly due to her
insane need to avoid puddles and hold up her skirts, until she
was at an angle to cross hispath. Calling out would only set
him moving faster so instead, Catherine just planted herself
in front of the Knight, her breath coming in short, heavy
pants from the tense dash. Catherine lifted her hazy green
eyes to Gawain's and blushed furiously again.

"Oh.." she whispered, frowning and looking down. She fumbled
at her waistband a moment and then paused, took a deep breath,
then continued in a more civilised fashion. She spotted a dash
of muck on the hem of her skirt and her shoulders sagged in
misery. Dirty.

Catherine glanced sideways at Gawain, the tension palpable,
and her fingers finally curled around the coin.

Without a word, but keeping her eyes upon his, Catherine
reached across the space between them and placed the coin into
his palm before taking a step back, nervously watching his
reaction. Her gaze flickered down to the metal disc and back
to his face.

"It is from Carthage." she explained uselessly in a voice
rendered weak with nervousness.

The silver-like coin fit perfectly in the circle created when
Catherine pinched the pad of her thumb and index finger
together. She thought it was a type of metal of sorts.... but
it was not the value of the coin that made her want to give it
to Gawain. It was the decoration.

On one side of it there was an image of three lanky humanoid
figures carved out - their willowy frames stood beneath a
baking sun that sat above their shoulders. Their facial
features were different from their own, their skin visibly
dark from the way the person who made the coin had scraped it.

On the other side there was writing, an inscription pertaining
to Rome - but beneath that there were two creatures heads
etched. One, to Catherine, looked like an extraordinarily
large cat, with spots though, not stripes. The other animal
was much more intriguing. It had a snout as long as a house
was tall! And two great big curved teeth coming out of it's
head on either side of the snout.

Hazy green eyes flickered from the coin in his dirty fingers
up to his face. One of her hands snuck out from her cloak and
toyed with a strand of hair coming down in front of her ear,
twisting it about her pale finger in her habitual show of
nervousness.









Drake

No, he did not see her nod.

Drake remained oblivious to Linnette's acceptance of his
sympathy because, out of all the things in this world he had
ever faced... visigoths, woads, saxons, Roman Centurions and
Emperors, the Church, the infidels, the very King of
Jerusalem!, he feared admitting true emotions the most. He
feared turning around and seeing his feelings mocked. He did
not express them often and so when he did, it was painfully
awkward, cringingly clumsy and blatantly a new experience.
The ex-soldier pursed his lips, dipping his head as he
remained facing the window, letting the cool emanating from
the window do something to focus his attention rather than
letting himself do something as weak and embarrassing as
blushing. For God's sake! He was a Roman soldier not a damn
slip of a girl who blushed at mere words!

Linnette
 
"Thank you... You...you've helped me a great deal...even
though you didn't have to. I...well...I appreciate it. I
truly do."


He heard her words and slowly turned, just she finished
speaking. There was a smile to his face, a genuine smile
though it was lopsided and a little self-deprecating. She
looked sincere, sounded it though her voice was reed-like,
bending to the force of her emotion rather than breaking on
it. Drake felt a cheat.

He helped her because of an unspoken affection for her. Would
he have been so helpful if it had been another woman? Another
woman whose hands did not make him think of what he had lost
in his own charred past? Would he have been so helpful if he
did not find the color of her hazel eyes to be magnificent and
the stubborn set of her shoulders in awkward circumstances to
be endearing. It had all gone awfully wrong in his heart. But
it seemed to have helped Linnette, in some fashion, so Drake
could not hate himself for the ulterior motives no matter how
he wanted to.

His smile altered from self-deprecating to genuine, abashed,
gratitude.

"A help freely given for you..." his green eyes narrowed and
dipped to her hands neatly folded over her stomach, just a
moments hestitation on making that a plural. Did he have the
nerve and courage to offer his help to another man's unborn
child? Well, that would sort itself when the tiem came...
How did he explain to her that being in her company was
payment enough, was recompense enough, for whatever acts he
did for her? He dare not mention it. So he gave a half-grin
instead, pushing away from the sill, "It keeps this old man's
mind focussed." Drake added wryly, lowering his face a moment
in mild amusement.

At times he really did feel.... old.









Galahad

Galahad's company dispersed itself gradually. He nodded at
Darya, giving her a boyish smile as she departed to tend to
her horses, and he turned his pale blue eyes to Tristan who
also made his excuses and went about his own business. The
youngest knight stayed there a moment, going to check on his
own horse since he was in the stables. The equine had suffered
a scratch on her rump from the battle, something that
disturbed Galahad. He did not like to think that his horse was
the target whilst in war... that was wholly wrong in his
opinion as a Sarmatian.

The horses were trained to stomp, bite and kick, of course,
but that did not make them a party to the battle. Not in his
opinion. The Saxons were cowards if they could not face the
axe upon the horse!

Raking a hand back through his knotted, curly, black hair,
Galahad made his way out of the stables, pausing to overlook
the courtyard. He fancied something to eat but felt bad going
about soemthing to eat without Alina. Pursing his lips, he
considered going back to the room to see if she was awake, but
... chickened out. He shrugged uncomfortably, not sure he had
his wits about him enough to decipher the cryptic reactions
she was having to things he said.

So he made his way towards the main courtyard slowly, his arms
folded over his chest with his cloak pulled tight from his
fingers, wrapping him in a cocoon of sodden wool. He sniffed,
wondering about going to see Dagonet instead of eating
first... but when he turned towards the infirmary he saw
Gawain.

The young knight's face brightened with happiness at first.
The blonde woman kind of looked like Brianna from this
angle... but when he realised it wasn't his smile turned to
puzzlement, then mischief when he saw his brother speaking
with what was obviously the most high-class whore at Badon. He
knew her to see, like most of the Knights, so was rather
baffled to note that she handed him a coin and not the other
way around! What the hell was that?

Galahad tilted his head to the side, watching the interaction
a moment...









Eala

Eala had her reasons.

Titrus observed her from his sphere of reference, his lovely
little daughters that never knew the hardship that Eala had
known, nor the abandonnment. So, whilst he did puff out his
chest in pride at her grabbing the doll, he did not realise
that she planned the hide her little knife inside of it. She
knew that because he had given it to her that no-one would
take it away from her. That made sense.

As they left the infirmary, the man snatched a blanket and
dripped it over her shoulders. Eala stiffened at first,
casting him an accusing, suspicious eyeball before relaxing,
relatively, inside the warmth of the blanket. She allowed him
to wrap her in the wing of his cloak because, she told
herself, it would do no good to protest. She was behaving
herself so that he would not suspect her, she behaved because
she knew Ash was there somewhere, that he knew where she was
and he would not leave her. He promised he wouldn't.

They paused. Eala looked up at Titrus with narrowed black
eyes. She saw him looking around suspiciously and her heart
jumped into her throat.

"Mmm" she complained, her pale face upturned was being
splattered by rain. He started to move again and Eala felt a
sense of relief. She had to be careful that Ash wasn't
spotted, that his presence wasn't realised. Her freedom
depended on it. As they walked, Eala started to 'talk' to
herself, her lips moving as she practised how to speak so that
she would be able to communicate with this Titrus man.

Food... I want food. I am hungry. Where is Neeria? Where have
you taken her? Do not hurt her.

The words were silent, of course, but her lips moved with the
precise actions of a person who observed people's lips moving
when they spoke and had made an art out of it. The little
blonde tossed her head a little, her damp, blonde hair
plastered to her face as she peered out from Titrus' cloak.
She tried to convince herself that it wasn't particularly nice
being hunched under his armpit, that the warmth of another
body beside hers meant little to her, that it affected her not
in the slightest to have someone actually go out of their way
to keep her sheltered. Nah - he was just making sure she
didn't run away.

Her black eyes lifted and inadvertently fell on a pale faced,
blue eyed male a short distance away. Eala wrinkled her nose,
wondering why he was looking at her so oddly. She felt
ridiculed somehow... as if he knew that she was being weak by
not running away.

I will die before I become one of you. she mouthed and dropped
her face, sulking now, the doll still hanging from her fingers
awkwardly.









Kolya

Kolya was agitated after his meeting with Mari. He felt
somewhat scolded by her uncharacteristic anger. He had thrown
worse, much worse, at her in the past and she had taken it
like a trooper. But this had really turned her on him for some
reason. Of course the Sarmatian did not give the idea that she
was genuine in her feelings any consideration at all. He knew
she was wrong, he knew that she was just cooing over a pretty
fucking face and not really in love with the whippet.

He changed his clothes, wearing a dark tunic to match his dark
mood, and went out of the room, intent on finding something to
eat. Maybe he'd get fed at the infirmary if he put on a cough
or something... ? The thoughts of spending his last few coins
on food, and not drink, seemed wrong to him.

Scratching a hand against the top of his head, the Sarmatian
ambled out of his room and started down the hallway, his blue
eyes spotting Alina before she had a chance to see him. A wry,
devious grin curled his lips as he mooched up behind her
quietly, taking in the crinkled state of her dress, teh
slightly frazzled look to her hair and the ungainly way she
walked. Of course Kolya put this down to carnal acts and not
just the fact that she had fallen asleep awkwardly in her
clothes. He squashed the little bit of jealousy and ludicrous
feelings of betrayal ruthlessly, favouring Alina with his most
charming, crooked smiles as he came up alongside her.

"Hmph - you and baby-face been busy have you? D'you leave him
inside there wasted whilst you go get food to replenish your
energies to start all over again?" he teased crudely,
chuckling deeply as he walked beside her down the corridor.
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Author: Kay
Date: Sun May 18, 2008 3:14 am
Guinevere


The fortress was close now; Guinevere could hear the jumble of
voices carried from within the stark walls carried on a slight
breeze.

They would have to stop very soon and find a place to wait for
Ash's signal.

She turned to glare impatiently at Mona, who was lagging
behind them. The Woad princess did not feel comfortable having
anyone out of her field of vision, even a fellow Woad;
especially this fellow Woad! Guinevere did not trust Mona an
inch. She slowed her pace to fall into step with the girl.

"We must search for a suitable hiding place" she said
pleasantly. She would not betray her feelings of mistrust,
better for Mona to believe that Guinevere was her friend.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Sun May 18, 2008 9:04 am

Arthur


The Optio appeared to accept Arthur’s instructions without
hesitation or question. Good. Perhaps Scipio was indeed up to
this most imperative task. Yet, it was still quite difficult
for the Commander to send anyone in his stead on such a
crucial errand.

Amadeus
 
"I will endeavor to do as you order, Commander. We will
ride out as soon as everyone is ready. Perhaps I might
have a word with you in private before we leave...?"


Arthur’s hand on his hip lifted to casually scratch at his
stubbly throat. He parted his lips to answer when movement
from Lancelot drew his full attention. Emerald eyes gave a
warning glance at the Sarmatian as Arthur had no doubt
Lancelot still wished to murder the Optio if given the chance.
But his gaze quickly fell to the distinct line of fine dark
hair now partially visible as Lancelot’s leathers slid low
over his hips as he walked. Damn him for having the ability to
distract Arthur….still. But the pain in the Commander’s side
and the importance of this ‘discussion’ allowed Arthur to
quickly re-focus on Amadeus....but Lancelot’s voice once again
drew Arthur’s attention and ‘concern’.

Lancelot
 
"A new treaty? Commander, if the Magician didn't like
this one, what makes you think golden tongue here can
broker another one? Or do you think your diplomatic
skills so poor?"


You are challenging me? Flames threatened to shoot out of
Arthur’s emerald eyes as he turned his head enough to meet
Lancelot’s angry dark eyes straight on. He crossed both arms
over his broad chest; defensive and now thoroughly
annoyed….painful stitches and weakened physical state
completely forgotten for the moment.

Lancelot
 
"Optio, you seem to have the experience. But I warn you
- this man is not to be trusted. He is a devil and a
trickster and a liar who will take any man and use him
for his own ends."


Arthur released an irritated sigh eyebrows pulling together in
mild anger. And then Arthur quickly masked his annoyance with
Lancelot’s ‘opinions’ by giving Amadeus a neutral expression
while returning his gaze to the Optio.

Lancelot
 
"What do you wish of me, Arthur?"


He was, at least for the moment, ignoring Lancelot’s question
as Arthur began to speak directing his comments at Amadeus.

“While Lancelot’s views of Merlin are not unfounded, proceed
with cautious diplomacy,” Arthur firmly stated as deceptively
placid green eyes met Scipio’s unreadable grey ones.

“Merlin would not hesitate to attempt brutality with Lancelot
should I send him to accompany you on this urgent errand,”
Arthur’s gaze briefly flickered to his dark knight before
continuing. The violent relationship between the Woad leader
and the First Knight would definitely end in the death of
either or both men should Arthur allow Lancelot any further
‘meetings’ with Merlin. And because of that history, Arthur
understood Lancelot’s opinions and reasons for his harsh words
of warning. However, the Commander did not want Amadeus’
impression of Merlin heavily swayed by Lancelot’s hatred of
the Woad leader. The Commander needed his Optio to face Merlin
with a level head and unbiased tact.

“Thus why Lancelot is to remain here,” Arthur finished by
finally in part answering Lancelot’s inquiry as to what the
Commander’s orders were in regards to his First Knight.

“I will grant you a private word….” Arthur had not forgotten
Amadeus’ request and had began to answer when a knock
resounded at the door.

“….before you ride out, Optio Scipio,” The Commander finished
his sentence and then looked once more to Lancelot. He reached
out in a surprisingly gentle grasp on the dark knight’s well
formed shoulder.

“And you, my friend, will take some rest now and then see to
the men….I want a progress report on Dagonet’s condition as
well as the rest of the knights,” Arthur said to Lancelot in a
tone that brooked no argument and in dismissal if the knight
so wished. And silently, intense emerald eyes also
communicated both concern for Lancelot and an insistent
warning for the dark knight to actually remain inside the
fortress. Arthur would be sure to find someone, perhaps Jols
or Gawain, to keep a watchful eye on Lancelot…..the Commander
would not lose his First Knight to Merlin again…no matter how
justified Lancelot’s intentions on revenge may be. Arthur then
allowed his hand to slide from Lancelot’s shoulder as he once
again folded his arms across his chest. Another wave of pain
and mild blurred vision washed over Arthur….he briefly blinked
and then remembered the knock at the door.

“Come!” The Commander called out to whomever…but hopefully
Malcus with the Woad prisoner. The matter of Merlin and
avoiding further attacks was still of the utmost importance
and urgency.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Sun May 18, 2008 1:16 pm
Tatiana


Brendyn
 
"Evana gave me a lite painkiller so that I could go back
to my duties in an hour, instead of being couped up for
two days, so I am feeling slightly dazed, and I will be
fine."


"Brendyn, even though you think that you feel fine, you're
still feeling the effects of the herb. The daze that you're
going through, means that its still in your system and you
could wind up really hurting yourself even more because of
it." Tatiana replied looking at him, her hazel eyes turned a
very dark emerald green as both her emotions and feelings for
him overcame her.

Tightening her grip on his hand slightly, she knew that she
had to make him see what she meant and just why he couldn't
leave the infirmary feeling like he was just yet. "Remember
that night when I helped you with your cold and how sleepy as
well as woozy it made you feel once the herbs took effect?" Tatiana queried him. "Now imagine if she had just given you what I gave you Bren, you'd still be out." Tati informed him, seriously.

Besides, this'll give us a bit more time together, beloved.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sun May 18, 2008 1:54 pm
Linnette


Drake
 
"A help freely given for you...it keeps this old man's
mind focused."


"Old man?" Linnette caught the abashed, self-deprecating smile
and actually laughed in response to it, a genuine, if small,
laugh that did, indeed, lighten her mood a bit, at least for a
moment. A fleeting moment- but it could not be otherwise than
a joke. Drake was older than she was, certainly, and than
Gedeon had been, but there was just no way she thought of him
as old. Old was, like, say, her father had been just before he
died. Feeble, fragile. By those criteria, Drake was anything
but old.

"I scarcely think you need me to focus your mind." Linnette
rolled her eyes expressively and then dropped her gaze,
laughing sheepishly just as he did. He didn't need her for
anything- he was just kind. Kind enough to compromise
Linnette's better judgement, even- but he didn't need her.
Someone like that didn't need her- for one thing, she was a
wreck.

Linnette spread her hands out in front of her again, looking
dolefully at the scratches and scrapes on the one, the bandage
on the other. Foolish thing. Foolish, stupid thing. But she
could make this the end of foolishness, perhaps. Gedeon would
scarcely want her damaging herself, if he knew- he would want
her to be healthy, to take care of herself, for the child's
sake, too.

And that meant she now had to decide what else to do. Linnette
took a deep, considering breath, composing her thoughts. Which
of the myriad things needing her attention was most urgent?
Well, Linnesse was safe asleep when she had looked in on her
only a short time ago...that helped. The accounts- maybe she
should look in on those and just at least see how much work
there was to be done. She crossed her arms over her stomach
again, looking back up at Drake with a new sense of purpose,
or at least the beginnings of one.

"I think...I think perhaps I'll check at the tavern, see
what's to be done there. Then I can see about this new room
the Optio wants me to have." Another sigh on that; the thought
of moving rooms made Linnette feel utterly glum and
downhearted. So much work- and then the room Gedeon had slept
in given to others, soldiers who would care nothing, maybe
even know nothing, of her grief. But it looked like there was
no alternative. Linnette took a step backwards, toward the
half-open door, her good hand extended to open it further so
that she could leave.

"You coming? To get your things?" she asked hesitantly, eying
Drake again. Surely he wanted to go back for his bags, and she
could sense another awkward situation in the works if she bid
farewell to him here and then ended up walking beside him down
the corridor anyway- but she didn't want to seem to be telling
him what to do, or implying he should walk with her. A relaxed
moment replaced by awkwardness once again- that was the way
everything was lately.











Tristan

Once Tirgatao had been re-settled in his stall, brushed again
and provided once more with grain and water and another carrot
for a little treat, Tristan left the stables, glad enough that
Galahad had not seen fit to press the issue of who he should
tell about his new horse and how and when. It was still
raining out, and chilly, but the droplets did seem to be
letting up- finally. The blonde whore was nowhere in the
courtyard itself, but that was hardly surprising- she'd want
to stay indoors in this weather, certainly. Though she had
been on the wall this morning- that gave Tristan a second's
pause. Slightly strange habits, that one. But anyway, she was
nowhere here now. He swung open the tavern door and glanced
around at the interior, but she was not there, either- in
fact, the tavern was nearly deserted except for the staff.
Most people were out at their duties at this hour. Hmmphing
softly to himself, Tristan ducked back outside the tavern,
shutting the door behind him, and took up instead a seat on a
bench just outside the door, one sheltered from the rain under
the building's overhanging eaves. He knew he was early, but he
wanted to catch the blonde as soon as she appeared in the
area- and this was as good a vantage point on the main
courtyard as there was to be had. Idly, he withdrew one of his
many knives from a belt sheath and began to examine the blade,
as he so often did, to no particular purpose, but just sort of
reminding himself that it was there and still sharp. There was
no such thing as being too prepared.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Sun May 18, 2008 2:11 pm
Amadeus


Lancelot
 
"A new treaty? Commander, if the Magician didn't like
this one, what makes you think golden tongue here can
broker another one? Or do you think your diplomatic
skills so poor? Optio, you seem to have the experience.
But I warn you - this man is not to be trusted. He is a
devil and a trickster and a liar who will take any man
and use him for his own ends. What do you wish of me,
Arthur?"


There was a certain inner calm that came with knowing you were
the best man for the job, the only man for the job. Amadeus
let Lancelot have his little rant, barely raising an eyebrow
as the wretched creature, his clothes practically hanging off
of his lanky body, dared to address him so abruptly. He
allowed the indiscretion because it was only adding more power
to his 'golden tongue' once he was granted his audience,
alone, with Arthur. That thought very near brought on a smug
smile from Amadeus, but he quelled it, clearing his throat
quietly and looking down to the ground as he pretended
Lancelot was not there. Again.

Arthur
 
“While Lancelot’s views of Merlin are not unfounded,
proceed with cautious diplomacy, Merlin would not
hesitate to attempt brutality with Lancelot should I
send him to accompany you on this urgent errand, Thus
why Lancelot is to remain here, I will grant you a
private word… ….before you ride out, Optio Scipio, And
you, my friend, will take some rest now and then see to
the men….I want a progress report on Dagonet’s condition
as well as the rest of the knights, Come!”


Amadeus took note of Arthur's advice. Cautious diplomacy? He
gave a curt nod of his head, his expression oozing compliance
and subserviance for the show of it. Arthur would be impressed
with his seeming willingness to do precisely as he was bid.
Anothr stiff nod of his head, and a sombre exhalation of
breath, met Arthur's permission for a private audience. A
swell of righteous superiority colored his grey eyes as he
glanced over at Lancelot for the briefest moment. His eyebrows
lifted in what looked like sympathy for the man being left
behind, and for such superfluous reasons too, but he knew that
Lancelot would know it was nothing but mockery.

When Arthur put his hand on Lancelot's shoulder and addressed
the damn slave so companionably, like an equal to an equal,
Amadeus very nearly lost his cool altogether. He flexed his
fingers into his fist, ignoring the contact between the
Commander and his Knight, ignoring it as one ignores an
elephant in the tavern...

"I will prepare and return at your convenience, Commander."
Amadeus said stiffly, not looking at Arthur but at a point on
the wall at an angle to the Commander, unable to look at the
buddy-like relationship between this man, his supposed
superior, and the whelp of a Sarmatian whore.
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