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| golden_trillium | Mar 18 2010, 11:25 PM Post #31 |
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Author: Kay Date: Sat May 03, 2008 2:01 pm Grace Grace poured a little violet coloured liquid onto a cloth and dabbed it on her tearstained cheeks. The lotion was a remedy for puffiness around the eyes, but it worked equally well on a face swollen from crying. She sighed heavily. This morning had not gone well. She was certain that her reddened face had been the cause of several lost sales; she was hardly a good advertisement for her products. Damn that man! she thought angrily. She blamed him for all of this. She blamed him for her lost customers, for her bloodshot eyes, even for the damn rain! It was still some time before Caroline would be coming to take over the stool. Grace took several deep breaths to calm herself, and tried to look pleasant in the hope that the woman currently browsing her wares would buy something, then at least the morning would not be a total loss. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 18 2010, 11:25 PM Post #32 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Sat May 03, 2008 2:14 pm Tatiana
Hearing Mirtha's angry voice snapped Tati out of her pleasant memories, but it was only Brendyn's sweet smiling face that helped her to keep her temper down to just a slow boil, but it still flashed in her hazel eyes turning them a very bright angry green. "A friend and I were having breakfast when a bit of distressing news caught my companion unawares causing the dishes plus food to fall onto the floor." Tatiana replied tossing her head back to look him in the eyes. "I was just cleaning up the spill." "I took care of what needed to be done in the stables and had a few things to take care of, breakfast being one of them and a few personal things that I still need to take care of before I return to the stables." She added after standing up and disposing of the remaining food and plates. Glancing over at Vanora, Tati calmed rather quickly. "Thanks again, Vanora. You helped me understand what happened. Its very much appreciated." The stablegirl nodded polietly over at the proprietess as she headed over to the doorway that Adian had used just moments before in a grief-caused rage. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 18 2010, 11:26 PM Post #33 |
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Author: linnet Date: Sat May 03, 2008 2:24 pm Gawain Gawain’s smile broadened when the lovely whore sat down across from him. She took a drink from his mug, and he pushed the plate of bread and jelly toward her. “I’ll get you some tea of your own,” he said when he remembered that he’d poured and sprinkled his medicines in the cup she’d sipped. “I added some stuff in this batch that made it taste like shit, but I don’t think it will hurt you.” He grinned apologetically, and turned to hail a server. The beautiful young thing was studying him with amused curiosity. He was used to being looked over and judged by his appearance. The way he chose to look was his stand of defiance, his statement of free will. This woman however, seemed to be trying to look beyond that, and he didn’t mind. He, in turn, sat back in his chair and appraised her with his most critical eye. Getting beyond the purely physical was near impossible with a woman like her. She was flawless. The shabby knight had never seen anyone so immaculately clean and shiny.
Gawain returned her friendly look as he shrugged and raised his eyebrows to indicate she’d have to answer her own question. Something about her presence was pulling him a little way out of the deep, lonely, guilt-ridden pit of self-pity that had swallowed him. He didn’t understand it, but it seemed she offered a little company without responsibility. She was someone he could talk to, never needing to go into the damn Brianna situation, or his worries about his future as a knight, or his guilt over Gedeon’s death. Someone who could take his mind off those things for a while. Would he fuck her? In a second, under normal circumstances. But right now that wasn’t what he needed. Sex would distract his body, but not his troubled mind. Well, not for long anyway. She continued to watch him quizzically. She seemed willing to stay for a few minutes, but he didn’t know what exactly he wanted to talk about. Aha, there had been a question rolling around in his brain since two days ago when he was busy killing Saxons. He suspected that his breakfast companion was more than a beautiful but empty shell. Behind the perfect façade was the hint of intelligence. After all, how many other whores of his acquaintance even knew the word ‘eccentric’ existed? She might actually be able to satisfy his curiosity. “Do you know where Jutland is?” Gawain asked, leaning forward a little, his expression hopeful. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 18 2010, 11:27 PM Post #34 |
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Author: SarmatianKnight Date: Sat May 03, 2008 2:35 pm Lucius Lucius stood there in the dim light of the chapel's candles and looked at the cross above him. He was taught to pray back then in his young years when he had had a family. The praying turned into accusation, doubts and questions later but he had to learn that this did not help to make things easier or better. So Lucius had stopped that again, quite some time ago and returned to the prayers he had believed in as a child. But it was different. Nowadays he thought twice before he fell on his knees and prayed, he hesitated to trust the Almighty and he made his decisions alone, never asking for help. If anyone would have asked him why he was here, why he even prayed at all, probably Lucius would not have been able to give a proper answer but he was here. That was all that counted for him and it felt good and right. Cold fingers touched rotten wood and traced the pattern of years and years the chapel existed already while he made his way to the other side of the room. The candles bruning there made him feel warmer - inside and outside. A small smile crossed Lucius' lips when he finally knelt down and felded his hands for a prayer. Pater Noster, qui es in caelis... sanctificétur nomen tuum... advéniat regnum tuum Lucius closed his eyes and tried to imagine what heaven would look like and how it would be to be there. Different people told different stories and he hoped that his beloved mother and his father rested at a good place. And was the Kingdom not here already? Rome, in fact, was good - of that Lucius was certain although no doubt a few things went wrong. fiat volúntas tua, sicut in caelo, et in terra... panem nostrum cotidiánum da nobis hódie... et dimítte nobis débita nostra... sicut et nos dimíttimus debitóribus nostris One thing was above any question: God's will was done - wanted or not, purposely or not. But it was done. But was he such a good Christ to forgive those who sin against him? Lucius hoped it to be but deep inside he knew that he was not. He knew that it was different and he knew that there were people he would rather see dead than forgive them, people he hoped to meet in hell again if necessary. It was terrifying and he wanted to hide this secret deep inside. et ne nos indúcas in temptatiónem... sed líbera nos a malo... His lips started to move but not more than a few whispers could be heard in the chapel. It was his own little prayer and his own thoughts. The whispers became louder and turned into spoken words and he did not realise it. Evil. So many things were evil and no one ever recognised them. Everyone had this evil side - the question was how well people were able to hide this side. He opened his eyes and looked up at the cross when he felt a movement next to him.
"Quia tuum est regnum, et potéstaset glória in sáecula. Amen." Just when he finished the last words of the prayer he was adressed by another man. A man with a woman who was probably gorgeous but at the moment (Lucius squeezed his eyes slightly) they both just looked like... wet was maybe the proper word to avoid any harsh descriptions. The man was not wearing an uniform but he was tall and strong, so maybe the blacksmith of the fort or one of the carpenters with his wife? The woman was not just wet, she was pale and looked slightly exhausted. Lucius stood and took a step back to offer his place to them with a small smile to kneel or sit down. To him it looked like they should rather sit. "Is everything alright?" he asked quietly. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 18 2010, 11:29 PM Post #35 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Sat May 03, 2008 4:55 pm Vanora Well a day that she thought would be better now that Bors was home was turning into a ruddy gray day...and it all began by she herself thinking that Adian needed to know about Thorn's death now instead of waiting....but then it really would not have been fair even to lie and tell him that she had gone away and would not be back. Vanora believed in the truth, but sometimes the reprocussions just were not that great. Nodding to Mirtha, she went to fetch him is breakfast, but was able to scrounge up more than just bread and water. The tavern was not totally depleted of food, but they were getting a bit short on certain things. She returned to set the plate in front of Mirtha, when she heard him curse and yell at Tatiana. She watched as he got up from his place to walk toward the young woman who just seemed to be running into all kinds of bad mooded people..
She raised an eyebrow as his anger showed. Vanora went from behind the counter to help Tatiana finish cleaning up the food and dishes from the floor, and set them on the table before going to get a broom and sweeping up the rest of the mess. For a moment, Vanora saw a flash of anger in Tati's eyes, but something prevented her temper from showing...
Well Tati was sure brave enough, for Vanora like all of the rest at the fort, knew of Mirtha's temper, and no nonsense attitude toward work and such. Vanora stood and collected the plates and made ready to carry them to the kitchen to be washed. No, she didn't want to be involved in this....though something bothered Mirtha as well. Hung over? That might have been. She met Tati's eyes as she made ready to leave...
"It...was no problem..." Vanora replied rather unsure if the girl had heard her or not as Tatiana had already left the tavern. Turning back to Mirtha, she said, "Well, you handled that with a lot of tact, Mirtha." Vanora gave him a smile to let him know she was joking, then indicated the still hot plate of food on the counter. "Found you more than just bread and water...hard working man like yourself needs to keep up his strength...." She moved back over to the kitchen and deposited the dishes into the tub, then came out to stand behind the counter to draw some ale for two more customers... |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 18 2010, 11:33 PM Post #36 |
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Author: Kayla Date: Sat May 03, 2008 5:31 pm Fiona At least with her most recent question, about why he had let her go in the woods last spring instead of taking the opportunity to kill her, like she had expected him and any other knight to, his predatory stance shifted a little bit. Fiona relaxed slightly, her hand resting on her stomach as she leaned against the wall. She was a curious human being and she hoped that any of her questions hadn't been so forward that he thought less of her. Not that she knew what he thought of her anyway but she assumed that maybe he didn't like her much, simply because she was a woad. How mistaken she was in that thinking, she couldn't be sure but it wasn't like he had exactly come out and told her. And she didn't expect him to either.
It was an answer she, deep-down, had half-way expected from him. There was no other reason for him to have let her go, besides the fact that she had been and still was young. Fiona didn't know how to respond to that, so she simply nodded, a pondering expression on her face. Did he still think of her as a child? She was growing up, that much was certain and there were still things that she didn't know about the world but she hoped no one viewed her as still being a child. The woad watched as he turned away from her, her blue eyes staring at his retreating back as he walked away and another man grabbed his attention and began talking to him. Tilting her head to the side, her expression turned neutral, as she was unsure what to make of her encounter with the stoic knight. Shifting from foot to foot, Fiona herself decided to retreat from atop the parapet, moving towards the steps she had previously climbed and starting to make her way towards the tavern. Close to the door, however, she heard a noise from behind the door and the woad jumped slightly, her eyes curiously fixed on the building as she neared closer to it. Before Fiona could walk in, however, Adian stormed out, the look on his face barely recognizable from when she had first seen him. She gave a small gasp, first surprised to see that he was back from wherever the woads had been keeping him and second because of the look he had, like he was heartbroken. Her own heart sank, as she briefly wondered if he had heard about Thorn. She called out to him softly, but he didn't seem to hear her and kept walking. Fiona glanced at the tavern and decided that eating could wait; she had to see what was wrong. Pulling her cloak around her, she followed him, on his heels the entire way, trying to keep up with his quick pace. She called his name a couple of times but he didn't respond, making her all the more worried. Was he hurt at all? She hadn't seen him since before the attack and his capture. The two finally reached his quarters and she stopped for a moment to catch her breath. "Adian," she questioned, one last time as her eyes watched him carefully and almost warily. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 18 2010, 11:46 PM Post #37 |
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Author: linnet Date: Sat May 03, 2008 8:05 pm Mother Lavinia If Lavinia had the kind of heart that could be broken, it would have shattered over the pain she’d had to cause the Woad child. The girl had been showing signs of trusting her as she was washed, only to be hurt when she didn’t expect it. But the nun had no other choice as a healer. The shoulder needed to be popped back into place, and this might have been the only opportunity Lavinia would get. Now the girl wailed pitiably, to the point of tears. If Lavinia was the comforting type, she’d have tried to hold the child and reassure her that the hurt would stop soon and everything would be alright. Instead she kept her composure and addressed Neeria. “Her shoulder had to be fixed. It hurts now, but not for much longer, once the shock wears off.” She was about to tell her assistant, who was still wide-eyed from the whole spectacle, to go and bring some food for Neeria and the girl, when there was a knock at the door of the small room. With a quick glance to make sure she knew where the child was first, Lavinia opened the door. One of her staff stood holding a tray of food and drink, as if the nun’s thoughts had summoned it from beyond. The helper explained that the tray had been found just inside the infirmary entrance, and what should she do with it? Lavinia gave a critical once-over to the contents, determining that everything was fresh and healthy and untouched. She took control of the tray and set it on the small bedside table. “You both need to eat,” she said to Neeria, who looked very weary. “Then rest. We’ll leave you alone now. If you need anything, ask the guard outside the door to fetch a healer. Come,” she ordered the assistant. She held the door for the other woman to exit, and followed. She left orders with the guard that no one was to disturb the patients without her permission. Then she started toward her little office, where she hoped to have a few minutes of peace and quiet. Halfway there, Lavinia suddenly halted and turned around. She hurried back to the Woads’ room as quick as her aching feet would go, which was remarkably fast for her age. She opened the door and went directly to the supply stand. She gathered up the assortment of medical instruments that she’d forgotten about, telling Neeria that she was sorry to disturb her, but that she needed to take these things with her. The nun understood that the two patients were prisoners after all, and giving them access to sharp weapon-like objects might only lead to trouble. Trouble for Lavinia as much as anyone. She left with a handful of blades and probes and scrapers. She was relieved that everything seemed to be accounted for. She’d only been out of the room for a couple of minutes. Hardly enough time for anything to have been taken. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 18 2010, 11:48 PM Post #38 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Sat May 03, 2008 8:37 pm Adian He fled from the tavern and through the courtyard leaving those in the tavern behind. All he could hear in his head was the sound of Thorn's voice....seeing her wheat colored hair shining in the sunlight....the smells of her entire being...Sweet earthy smells. Her eyes. Soulful and always searching deeper into his own soul....making him want her. He thought he had heard another voice calling to him, but did not really register who it was that was calling after him though the the voice sounded familiar. Adian felt like the past week had just flown by like some blurred dream: Juna....the woads...Merlin....his freedom....Thorn's death. His shoulder was still wrapped neatly, and there was slight pain, but then he had not really worked it except for now that he was running.... Was someone following him? Adian finally reached his quarters...their quarters that they had shared. He entered the room, but had not bothered to close the door. He stopped in the middle of the room as if stunned, and did not move. he hated crying as it was a sign of weakness, but the tears brimmed in his eyes anyway: tears of sorrow for his loss, but also hate. Had she had to die so needlessly? It was not needless to try to save a life, but just to be struck down by some woad...not even caring if there was a child involved or not. He felt cold, as well as the tear that ran down his face. He heard the footsteps stop in front of the door....
....He did not answer her, but lifted his face to the ceiling and then turned to face Fiona. 'so sweet...she was soo upstandingly sweet...we were going to marry...." His voice choked. 'Did you know she was with child, and the woads didn't even care?! They just struck her and the boy she tried to save....they killed them both!" His voice rose slightly as he stared at Fiona whom he knew to be a woad....but not like them. Turning, he moved to the bed and sat down with his head in his hands, "Why Fiona? Why?" |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 18 2010, 11:59 PM Post #39 |
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Author: sabor ice Date: Sat May 03, 2008 8:40 pm Cáel It had been an interesting night, to say the least. Cáel was a drinking man. He preferred the finest of wines, the best money could buy, but he was also quite partial to spicy ale. It took the sting out of life, and always left him in a grand mood. Cáel could hold his liquor - to an extent - but like any other man, he was only human. He had celebrated hardcore with himself for at least an hour and a half the previous night, just thinking about all of the money he would soon pocket, and dreaming about all of the glorious luxuries he would buy when he got home - and the men, the men he would dazzle with all things divine! Condescending to his nature, Cáel was quite the generous lover, in more ways than one. The man had slept well, like a rock in fact. He'd awoken early, despite his midnight romping, and managed to relieve himself without slopping too terribly - Cáel had tried to write his name in the snow, but by time he'd reached the letter 'e,' he was bone dry. By time his mind had computed that fact, however, Cáel had unconsciously jerked himself to completion, his hand plastered in a warm stickiness. Most unsanitary, although he had to admit to himself that he felt ninety percent better because of it. His riding was no longer as hasty as it had been the past couple of days. The fort was in sight down the road, and he had still needed a bit of time to get his head together. There was no possible way to believably masquerade about while his thoughts were swimming. Perhaps it was just paranoia creeping up on him, or the alcohol whispering into his ear, but Cáel could've sworn he had seen human-like shadows amongst the trees. He turned in his saddle to survey his surroundings, not paying attention in his half-drunk stupor. Betelgeuse's behind bumped up as he aimed to miss a fallen log on the road, Cáel dropping off the side of the steed like a dying fly plummeting to the ground. Betelgeuse paused, side-glancing its fallen master, releasing an exaggerated whinny, almost as if it was laughing. When the rider failed to climb back into the saddle the first two times, the horse seemed to snicker in mild amusement. The third time was a charm - well partially - for Cáel had managed to mount his horse, but backwards. Betelgeuse trotted onward with no command from his master, Cáel gripping the back of the saddle a bit unsteadily, but bellowed out no coherent complaint. "Weeel be thur in no time..." Cáel prattled on sluggishly, and pat Betelgeuse's multi-colored rump (thinking it was the horse's head). |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 12:03 AM Post #40 |
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Author: Kayla Date: Sat May 03, 2008 9:35 pm Fiona Fiona did not know what compelled her to follow Adian, other than to see what was wrong and to make sure that he was alright, which he obviously wasn't. The woad didn't know what she would be able to do for him, but she at least had to see before she hurried off anywhere else. Ever since she had sparred with the man, she had felt like they might become or even already be friends, part of what made her so concerned about him at this point in time and when he had been captured. There had been no telling how he would have come out of that situation if her father hadn't been able to ask her about the truth of his words and whether the man had saved her or not. So, Fiona followed him, her expression sincerely concerned as she continuously looked at him, trying to catch up so that she could see the look on his face. They reached his quarters sometime afterwards and she slowed down as he moved into his home, not knowing if she was actually allowed in there.
Fiona flinched just slightly at his words, both because of hearing how Thorn had died and hearing the way his voice changed when he spoke of the woads killing her and his child. The tears rolling down his face were heartwrenching and she instantly wanted to pull him into a hug, or offer him some kind of comfort, even though she thought that it wouldn't do much good. He had lost a loved one and that was never an easy thing to deal with. And, on top of that, he had lost the child that Thorn had been carrying, an additional weight to carry. She had to wonder if he placed any of the blame on her - it was the woads, after all, that had killed her and she was one of them. But she would have never wanted any of this to happen and this was a perfect example of why she didn't want to fight - too many innocents lost.
"I don't, -" she paused for a moment, feeling a bit uneasy as she cautiously entered through the doorway of his quarters, closing it behind her. "I don't know," Fiona finished, her head shaking sadly. She didn't know what to do to make any of this right. "I'm so sorry," she told him, her eyes trying to catch his, the sincerity practically overflowing from them. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 12:08 AM Post #41 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Sat May 03, 2008 10:46 pm Neeria Neeria struggled to lift her upper body and reach for Eala, her eyes bugged out at seeing the pained expression on the child's face. Neeria frantically tapped her chest and beckoned for Eala to come to her but the child cowered, quivering underneath the other bed.
Neeria looked at the nun and even though the woad understood why the healer did what she did, Neeria was concerned that the effect may traumatize the child even farther. Neeria was also concerned that Eala had lost all sense of trust, especially now, that surely, the girl felt betrayed. Neeria looked down with pleading eyes at the younger female who was sobbing like a wounded creature. "I'm so sorry, Eala. Come to me!" Neeria said frantically, knowing Eala couldn't hear her. She moved her lips slowly, "Come-to-me!" Just then another healer came into the room with a tray of food. While the nun spoke briefly with her assistant, Neeria looked at Eala and smiled. She touched her fingertips to her thumb and put them up to her mouth and made exaggerated chewing motions with her mouth. She rubbed and patted her belly with her other hand. Neeria hoped the food would lure the child from underneath the bed.
Neeria thanked the old woman again just as she walked through the door with her assistant. The aroma of the hot food hit Neeria's stomach with a mighty punch. The woad was famished. She picked up a piece of bread, pulled it apart and greedily shoved it into her mouth. Neeria then extended her hand, offering Eala a piece, hoping the girl would come out from her hiding place. But when Neeria looked to Eala, the child was looking at something else. Neeria turned her gaze to see what it was Eala was staring at wide eyed and with her mouth open. The older woad suddenly gasped when she saw the shiny blades laid out neatly on the medical table. Neeria looked back at Eala. Her black eyes were fixated on the blades and there was a snarl on her face. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 12:18 AM Post #42 |
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Author: Pinkie Date: Sun May 04, 2008 2:20 am Eala
Her lips moved slow enough, and exaggerated enough, that Eala deciphered each and every word. She wasn't convinced though! Not by half. Her wild black eyes were filled with tears which she tried not to let fall. She was a warrior! Not a silly little child! That's what Ash would say to her. Eala was not entirely sure that Neeria had been innocent in the pain that had been inflicted on her. Suspicion, mistrust - it all seeped from Eala's shattered heart as she looked around the room, ignoring Neeria's attempt to lure her out with the prospect of food. She still cradled her sore shoulder. The nun left... Eala only realised when she tilted to one side and looked around, all around, and saw no other people there. Her eyes immediaetly darted up to the shelf where the shiny tools were. Blowing out a breath, Eala scrabbled from under the bed, donned the tunic which came to her thin knees, and scarpered towards the blades, despite Neeria's protests. She clutched her little hand around a knife, what looked like a knife at least, and turned with a savage smile to Neeria. She then grabbed another knife, a bigger one, and ran over to Neeria, shoving it towards the woman. But the door opened. Eala saw it out of teh corner of her eye and she whipped around, darting behind Neeria. Once again Eala clutched onto Neeria's hip, looking around the woman's arm as the nun gathered teh tray. Eala glowered at her until she left the room and then tried to give the knife to Neeria again, gesturing towards the door with her own smaller knife to indicate that they wuold fight their way out of the place. Her pale face was drawn but it lacked no strength. Catherine
Well, if she had known that beforehand she may not have had a sup. Catherine shut her eyes, a smile spreading across her pretty red lips and she shook her head, amused. She looked down at the cup between Gawain's hands and shrugged with a wry smile. What was done, was done. "So far so good." she spoke in a low tone, leaning across the table a fraction towards the ale. She was playing the whore right now, thinking that Gawain, deep down, wanted a whore to be sitting across from him. Catherine was usually right about these things, her green eyes, though hazy in appearance, were piercing. She prided herself on being able to read people better than they could read themselves. Though in this situation she was using alot of her prior knowledge of Gawain, and it turned out she was using that unfairly. When his eyebrows lifted Catherine breathed a laugh. She clicked her tongue and looked down at the table. She placed her elbow on the wood and balanced her chin into her hand, running her little finger across her bottom lip slowly. When she looked back at Gawain, her eyes were narrowed, trying to see through her own pre-conceptions of him. She saw the dawning on his face and straightened, her hands slowly lowering to the table as she looked at him expectantly.
Catherine continued to look at Gawain with wide, expectant eyes. She blinked and her shoulders sagged - though not because she was disheartened, it had more to do with the fact that she was genuinely surprised, taken aback. Her lips twitched to answer and then slowly curled upwards in a stunned smile. "I ... I do. North. It's cold up there." she said hesitantly, but amused and interested. She spread one hand across the table to Gawain's teacup and dipped a perfect digit into it without taking her green eyes from this strange knight. She thought she had had him, she thought she knew what he wanted from her but ... he wanted something from her that no other men did. Her brain. For a whore, Catherine was intelligent. Not in the manner of literature, philosophy or religion - she was intelligent in real life, in the world around her. Her mind was an amazing thing, able to retain information spoken to her only once and she used that information to build up an image of the world and it's people. THAT was her true love in life. That was her aim in life. With a wet index finger, Catherine drew a blob on the table. "That is Britain.. Hibernia here..." she drew a blob beside Britain, of a similar size for she was not certain just how much of a difference there was between these places, only that they existed and a round about idea of where they existed. "Jutland is ... up here... with land all h... why do you want to know this?" she finally laughed, biting her bottom lip beautifully, her damp finger still poked into the table somewhere around Jutland in the north of Europe. A strand of blonde hair fell down over her forehead giving her pretty face a rather coy, modest look. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 01:37 AM Post #43 |
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Author: Darya Date: Sun May 04, 2008 2:48 am Neeve & Darya Neeve frowned at Arthur when the Roman stood from the bed. She found herself briefly concerned about the stitching she had done last night and her blue eyes darted towards the Commander’s side to see if any blood would appear. But Arthur subtly covered the wound with one of his hands and a corner of Neeve’s mouth twitched slightly as she shook her head to herself. Smart move, Arthur, but it’s not changing the fact that you still won’t go anywhere any time soon, the Briton thought before her attention was back on the heated conversation between the two Romans. She did, however, constantly watch the Commander from the corner of her eyes…which she considered part of her duty. Darya held her breath when Arthur suddenly moved to stand from the bed. She could see why he did it…but would have preferred for her lover to not move at all. And her concerned could not even be overpowered by the pride she felt while watching him calmly but firmly putting the Optio into his place again… The younger Roman was definitely overstepping not just one but several lines here… And she did not like the way the conversation was going…even though she did learn more details about what else had happened during the attack… Then…
Finally something Darya as well as Neeve agreed on. Especially the Sarmatian could not help but be glad to hear those words. She had wanted the Optio to ride into the battle against the Saxons in the first place already…and told Arthur that much. Granted, it had been for different reasons…but still… Then Neeve stood from her chair and turned her sharp blue gaze towards Arthur. “I know you don’t want to hear this, Commander”, the raven-haired said, “…but as your healer, I, too, can only agree with the Optio and your First Knight on this. You are not in the condition to face the Woads again… It would be irresponsible of me to approve you riding out so soon. Commander or not…” Okay, the Briton might have overstepped a line here, too…but she knew how stubborn Arthur could be and she would never forgive herself if anything worse would happen to him just because she had not done everything in her powers to keep him where he belonged at the moment: in bed, resting. Darya somehow did not like the Optio’s tone as he spoke the last words about Arthur’s condition…but she discarded those thoughts pretty soon. She pushed herself away from the window-sill and dared a small step forward…but just when the dark-haired wanted to add something to the discussion as well, a firm knock at the door could be heard…and she closed her mouth again without a single word having left it, glancing at the door instead as she did so… |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 01:38 AM Post #44 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Sun May 04, 2008 9:58 am Neeria Neeria's eyes widened when Eala grabbed the lethal looking shining blades off the table and thrust one outward for Neeria to take. "Eala!" Neeria whispered. The older reached out to take the blade from the girl when the nun suddenly came back into the room. Neeria gasped and Eala jerked her arm behind her back, scooting back around the bed, clutching onto Neeria again. Both woads froze as the nun moved across the room to collect the blades she'd obviously forgotten. Neeria held her breath, knowing that surely the Roman would notice some of the blades missing. Instead, the old nun wrapped them up, tucked them under her arm and left the room. As soon as the door closed behind the old woman, Neeria grabbed Eala by her skinny arm and pulled her around in front to face her. Eala's eyes were black and shiny, excited at having confiscated the weapons, the pain in her shoulder long forgotten. The child started to bounce on the balls of her feet, thrusting the knife in the air as though stabbing someone. Neeria put her hand on the girl's shoulder to calm her down and then put a skinny finger up to her own lips to indicate to Eala to be quiet. Neeria took the longer knife from the girl and smiled, looking around frantically for a place to conceal it. She made a motion with her hand - palm down pushing toward the floor - then pointed out the window at the sky. She was trying to tell Eala they must wait to make a move. Eala seemed to understand, but Neeria wasn't sure. She could only hope. For the time being, the older woad slipped the long blade under her thigh until she could think of plan and then try to communicate it to Eala. "We-must-eat-and-rest-to-gain-strength," she mouthed slowly to the girl. Then the older woad grabbed the bread again and shoved another piece into her mouth, handing Eala a piece. "Eat!" she told the girl. Then Neeria extended the fingers of her left hand and touched her chin. Then struck her chest and raised her arm. It was the sign of unity shown by female warriors as they headed to battle. |
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| golden_trillium | Mar 19 2010, 01:43 AM Post #45 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Sun May 04, 2008 10:24 am Arthur Scipio seemed to be challenging Arthur with his indignant gaze while the Commander answered his accusations; all steely cold eyes and a smug expression that Arthur found himself becoming more insulted by the minute. Arrogance was it? Perhaps Arthur had misjudged this one, again he had placed his trust in the man’s background and rank. Arthur should have learned his lesson from the last Optio…..pedigree and rank would never prepare any one man for true leadership and skills in warfare.
Artos? Arthur’s intense emerald eyes snapped to Lancelot at hearing the man address him by a childhood endearment. Why had he chosen….no matter, it was not important at this very moment. Arthur knew Lancelot was attempting to persuade him in his decision. And remembering exactly what had happened while Merlin had possession of Lancelot meant that Arthur would never allow his lieutenant to ride out to meet the Woad leader. Arthur would not risk Lancelot….never again. And then Amadeus, seemingly not to be outdone by the Sarmatian, interjected his own opinion….
Send a ‘Fool’ on the fool’s errand…..and risk destroying everything while protecting those that I hold dear. Arthur was thinking as Amadeus spouted his rather surprising agreement to Lancelot’s argument. But the Commander was not listening to the actual words….he was hearing what he thought was the blatant accusation and disrespect behind Amadeus’ statement. Despite his weakened physical state, Arthur was still in command here…still had his wits about him and God may damn him, but Arthur would not allow some self-righteous little bastard with little real experiences fighting along Rome’s farthest outposts instruct him on how to proceed here. In Arthur’s eyes, Amadeus had not ‘earned’ that right.
Arthur turned a stony expression on Neeve, meeting her blue eyes with crystal clear determination. She was of course correct, but Arthur was not going to admit it in front of the present company…at least not yet. “Ladies, will you please excuse us now, hm?” Arthur calmly stated despite the anger that had flared up within him. He briefly glanced to Darya as well, silently apologizing. But business was taking precedence over the much needed quiet time with his lover. He’d rest after this matter with Merlin was settled. “Neeve, I thank you for your splendid care and I would ask that you return with whatever else you feel necessary…later,” Arthur finished addressing the healer with a small appreciative nod. Neeve would understand why Arthur was dismissing her at the moment. The ‘conversation’ with his officers was becoming heated and he wished to spare the ladies the unpleasantries. Arthur trusted Darya to also understand this. The brief tangible silence in the room was shattered by a resounding knock at the door. Arthur’s gaze returned to Amadeus and his green eyes threatened to bore a hole through the other man’s skull. He closed the distance between them with purposeful steps, albeit slow as his bare feet padded on the tiled floor. His side twinged and his head throbbed, but Arthur endured it…ignored it. He held his head high and began to choose his words carefully before speaking….before knocking Amadeus’ head off. “I am glad that you recognize that I am no fool, Optio Scipio,” Arthur began, the steel in his voice could shear hard leather. He reached up and firmly grasped at the join of Amadeus’ neck and shoulder; thick fingers bordering on leaving a lasting mark there. “You would do well to remember who is in command here, sir,” Arthur spoke quietly yet with no less authority into Amadeus’ ear; his breath hot and angry on the tender fleshy lobe. “One more word in indignation, and I will have you placed in the stocks for insubordination. Are we clear? Choose your next words…carefully,” He finished and then allowed his fingers to release their firm grip on the other man’s shoulder. Arthur then took a single step back from Amadeus; intense emerald eyes giving one last warning to the other man to remember his place. Then Arthur briefly looked to Lancelot, an unspoken reprimand for his lieutenant to hold his tongue for the moment as well. But Arthur doubted that was possible, knowing Lancelot. A lesser man would not have risen to such an occasion…but Artorius Castus was no ordinary man. He thrived on a challenge and could live alone on his sheer willpower and determination. It would take more than a dagger wound and a little blood loss to take Arthur out of contention to remain in his role as ‘Commander’. Blame it on the adrenalin pumping fiercely through his veins, blame it on the life force that drove him and his unwavering faith and sense of duty….Arthur would not sit idly by while others decided the fate of this fortress and the people in Arthur’s charge. “Come!” Arthur then called out to whoever had knocked moments ago. One hand remained carefully placed over his aching side while the other rested firmly on his right hip. |
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