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June 2008
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Thu Jun 05, 2008 9:22 am
Linnette


Drake
 
"From nothing. Stay. Eat. I will come back for you."


"One condition."

He was about to walk by behind her, but just as he was nearly
past, Linnette placed a restraining hand briefly over his
hand, twisting to look at him, then raising one finger
admonishingly. It seemed he insisted on continuing to help
her- and she didn't believe for a minute that he had nothing
else to do, which made her all the more grateful for it- but
she wasn't going to let him totally neglect his own needs.

"Stop in your room and put your things away first." Her hand
dropped to rest on the bar in front of her and she twisted a
little further, nodding towards the heavy saddlebags he had
been lugging around, now sitting under the table he had been
occupying.

"Take your time." She gave him a small, hesitant smile,
softening the words that might otherwise have come across as
an order. At the very least he should be able to take care of
that before dashing off on her errands. And in the meantime,
she would have some more to eat. Out of the corner of her eye
she saw movement from the other side of the bar and turned to
see that the bar maid had returned, with her now-refilled bowl
of stew. This time, it smelled delicious.

"Thanks," she told the woman, extending her smile to include
her, too- just a small one, but there.
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Author: Darya
Date: Thu Jun 05, 2008 9:26 am
Darya


Cáel
 
"Actually, I've only returned - from Eburacum - on
business. My wife and two daughters live here at the
fortress. They aren't expecting me, see? I'm hoping to
pleasantly surprise them."


The dark Sarmatian tilted her head a little when the stranger
she now know to be called Gabriel sat down opposite her. She
was honestly glad that the man did not mention the two names
she hated the most. Instead, he was giving her some
interesting information. So he actually was from Badon? Well,
he then apparently had been away quite a while. “Business,
hm?”, she mused, “was it successful at least?” Then Darya gave
Gabriel a wry smile and successfully resisted the urge to ask
what kind of business he was talking about. After sipping yet
some more tea, she briefly glanced down at the saddlebags by
Gabriel’s side before she allowed her gaze to lock with his.
“And I sure hope that your family is well…after all, the last
Woad attack is only hours ago…”, the Sarmatian added and
watched the pale man closely…waiting how he would react to her
words. “It’s interesting that you were actually allowed to
enter the Fortress in the first place…after all that has
happened here lately…”, the dark-haired added quietly and
briefly pursed her lips pensively…before the wry smile was
back on her lips.

Cáel
 
"Enjoying that, are you, love?"


The small smile widened a little and Darya even breathed a
laugh…amused by both, the question itself…and by being
addressed in such an intimate way yet again. “Always…”, she
replied and saluted Gabriel with the now almost empty mug
again, “…especially with that unpleasant weather outside. You
should try it…it’s good…”
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Author: Lancelot
Date: Thu Jun 05, 2008 9:32 am

Lancelot


Lancelot knocked again. No answer. He knew for damn sure that
Arthur hadn't gone anywhere - he'd have seen him or heard news
that the commander was about. However, if Arthur had gotten up
and left his quarters, there would be hell to pay for the
Roman, in the guise of a slender, dirty, angry, and now
sopping wet Sarmatian barbarian.

He decided to risk the fact that Amadeus - or Darya - might be
inside, and shoved at the door. It opened easily, and Lancelot
stuck his wet head inside. No one about. The room was silent,
the only noise the crackling of the flames in the brazier.

"That fucker," he murmured, and as he stepped inside to reach
for his forgotten blades, the annoyance and anger he felt at
himself and Arthur still foremost in his mind, he happened to
glance at Arthur's bed - and found said commander, who was
laying on his back stiffly, his legs stuck out in front of
him, his hands resting on his chest.

Lancelot slicked his hair back from his face again,
unwittingly exposing himself - his mass of unruly curls
generally hid his eyes and his thoughts - and ignored the
dripping down his already wet collar as he approached where
Arthur lay. The other man had his eyes closed, although it was
clear he was in pain - to Lancelot, in any regard. The posture
was not relaxed, the Roman's face was pinched and white, and
Lancelot was surprised to see that Arthur clutched at the
cross he wore about his neck.

Some of Lancelot's anger fled and he sat himself upon the edge
of Arthur's bed, and narrowed his eyes as he looked at the
other man.

"We survived again, my friend," he sighed. "Through no fault
of my own." He twisted his mouth wryly and touched Arthur's
arm gently, to see if he could gauge the man's temperature.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Thu Jun 05, 2008 12:00 pm
Tatiana


Adian
 
"Do ye now, Tatiana? Do ye really want to know me?" "So,
perhaps you told me when we first met, but what do you
do here at the fort?"


"Yes, Adian. I really do want to know you." Tatiana replied
shyly as she glanced up at him, her green eyes turning a
slight emerald green.

"I work down at the stables with the animals and other stable
hands. I also do a bit of herbal work, which is now more of a
hobby as I learned a few things from my Mother, who's a
healer, but I like doing it. My buckskin stallion, Orion, has
his own stall inside of the stable."
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Thu Jun 05, 2008 12:52 pm
Dagonet


Jols
 
"You're welcome, Dagonet. Its nothing less than what you
would do for me, were our positions reversed."


Dagonet gave the man a return look of confirmation. In truth
he would do everything Jols requiered if he was to be in
Dagonet's place - laying injured in the infirmary... But the
sad sparkle in Dagonet's eyes said that there was nobody who
could be now in his place... In place of a broken man, who had
lost his son and almost died searching for his body. Nobody
could know how he felt. And he would not want anybody to be in
his position right now.

Jols
 
"I thank you for that compliment, my friend."


Jols always was too modest... It was not a flaw or not a
virtue... in Dagonet's mind it was the way Jols was. Not
afraid and not uncertain of himself.. just modest. Dagonet
wanted to smile at his friend but could not still allow
himself even a short moment of happiness... Guilt inside him
was too strong.

"It was not the compliment, I mean it, Jols."

And then laugh rumbled through Jols's chest... and Dagonet
frowned slightly in curiousity.

Jols
 
"Lancelot missed out on a perfect opportunity. If he
thought I was being too chatty during our conversation
before, he missed seeing me completely speechless."


"Lancelot misses a lot of perfect opportunities..." he said
with a slight smirk.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Thu Jun 05, 2008 2:26 pm
Jols


Dagonet
 
"Lancelot misses a lot of perfect opportunities..."


"Yes, that he does. He would've enjoyed seeing me like that, I
think. You'll just have to tell him about what he missed out on then,
Dagonet."

Jols replied laughing again, quite tickled at the thought of
Lancelot's reaction and glad to see the slight smirk on his
brother's face in response to his comment.

"Its good to see you smile again, Dags. I was starting to miss
that." The squire commented to the other knight after his
laughter stopped.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Thu Jun 05, 2008 3:06 pm

Arthur


Arthur had begun to dream…..a dark night, cold and windy. A
pain in his chest as the Roman stood high upon the stone
structure. The Wall snaked over the frozen landscape on either
side of him as his intense emerald gaze surveyed the blackness
beyond the reach of the torch lights. Arthur’s chilled fingers
languidly rubbed over the pendant he wore about his neck…not
his father’s cross but another possession equally as
significant.

Lancelot
 
"We survived again, my friend, through no fault of my
own."


A voice slowly penetrated Arthur’s shadowy slumber; a slight
tremble of the bed as if someone had joined the Roman where he
lay. And then a faint touch on his arm, familiar
fingers…Darya? No. They were the long, slender fingers
of….Lancelot. And thus the voice Arthur had heard now made
perfect sense. ‘My friend.’ He slid his fingers from the cross
at his throat to close over the wet sleeve of Lancelot’s
overcoat. Or at least Arthur assumed the other man was dressed
against the weather outside.

“How do the others fair?” Arthur asked without opening his
eyes. He could only assume that Lancelot had returned to
report on the rest of the men as the Commander had requested.
A cold droplet of water landed on the top of Arthur’s hand and
he finally opened his eyes to look up at Lancelot. The other
man’s black curly hair was slicked back away from his angular
face; exposing his tall forehead and making Lancelot appear
younger and almost innocent….if that was even possible.

“And what shall I do with you, hm?” Arthur added with a slight
wrinkle of his nose and crease in his brow. The Commander was
not so much speaking about Lancelot’s current distressed
appearance as he was on his yet undecided ‘punishment’. His
green eyes were gentle though as he truly was concerned about
the other man’s physical state. Arthur’s gaze drifted from
Lancelot’s muddy expression to the arm where he recalled the
other man’s wound to be. He pulled his hand from Lancelot’s
forearm and returned it to cover his own wound….impertinent
had been the touch.

Despite his throbbing head and twinging side, Arthur was able
to focus on Lancelot’s dark eyes again and ‘see’ some sort of
turmoil there. He gave a questioning look up at Lancelot half
expecting a truthful answer for once.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Thu Jun 05, 2008 4:46 pm
Mari


Ok so she had been wrong about what had upset Milan. Mari's
eyebrows twitched upwards and she shrugged her shoulders up to
her ears, looking even more tiny than normal as she struggled
to comprehend what Milan had so in a knot. Her clumsy nature
had not upset him before so she did not think it was the fact
that she had ended up face first in a puddle ... so what then?
He shook his head fiercely at first, but it slowed and his
face dropped in defeat. Mari shook her head a little as he
gave her a hug, lifting one hand to touch his shoulder, the
other still holding the towel up over her otherwise bare body.

"Please Milan, tell me - speak to me. I want to understand."
the young woman attempted, her voice becoming a breathy
whisper as his lips touched her bare shoulder. She turned her
face towards him, her nose brushing against his cheek as she
tried to pull her head back enough to see his face, to watch
his eyes if he opened them.

"I hate knowing I've upset you and not knowing how... " She
explained, "It makes me feel so useless and silly to just
carry on pretending that I understand when I really don't. Can
you try? Please? For me?" Mari asked hopefully.

She knew that he could speak, whether he could verbalise what
was in his mind was another matter, but she at least wanted
him to try. As an exercise with the hopeful outcome that she
might understand.

The cool air in the room began to creep in against her bare
body which was still glistening with the water from the baths.
Mari gave an unexpected shiver and rolled one shoulder to
loosen the cold muscle there. TEndrils of dark hair lay
against her smooth shoulder, contrasting beautifully with her
pale skin.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Thu Jun 05, 2008 9:09 pm
Malcus Barbattus and Neeria


Malcus looked up the woad woman, splayed upon the back of the
horse looking quite pleased with herself, and stifled another
laughed. She looked ridiculous and the captain figured she’d
be flat on her back before the horse got out of the barn.

Barbattus checked the security of his saddle one final time,
making sure that it was nice and snug around Falco. Everything
felt good. Malcus was pleased.

Tristan
 
You wanna tie her?


Malcus looked at the scout and grinned. “By the look on her
face, Tristan, I don’t think she’ll be a threat. If she does
try to escape though, just shoot her,” the captain said,
pointing to Tristan’s bow. Barbattus snorted in disgust,
adjusted his armor and climbed up onto Falco, patting the
horse’s long neck. “Good man,” he said affectionately. Falco
whickered and shook his thick mane. The captain checked his
weapons and felt that everything was in order. Malcus Cicero
Barbattus, not necessarily a religious man but a believer
nonetheless, crossed himself and muttered a silent prayer just
as he did every time he rode out.

Neeria tried not to show her feelings of sheer terror as Sitra
shifted her weight. The mare stamped her hooves as a sign that
she was ready to go, which gently rocked her nervous rider.
Panicking, Neeria leaned forward and grabbed the horse's mane
to hold on to. The woad’s eyes widened with fear.

Malcus sighed heavily, "We'll never get out of the Keep at
this rate," Malcus said with genuine agitation. “Where in the
bloody hell is Scipio?”

Neeria had no idea who Scipio was or how to make the beast
beneath her move. Sensing her confusion, the stable boy
reached down and grabbed Sitra’s reigns. “Guide her with
these,” he said awkwardly as he raised the leather straps up
to woad. Neeria stared at the straps blankly, not knowing what
he meant. She took the straps from him and held them in a
fist. How did she guide the horse with these?

Neeria stole a glance at Tristan. She was still seething from
his earlier, unexpected physical attack. “How do I make this
beast go, Sarmatian?” she asked between gritted teeth. She did
not want to talk to Tristan again, but she wanted to talk to
the Roman even less. She stared at Tristan and waited for his
verbal assault.









Titrus

Catherine
 
Catherine. My name is Catherine


The woman touched him. She placed her hand on Titrus and his
skin suddenly burned with desire. The sensation of her fingers
on the back of his hand felt like sautered iron scorching his
flesh. The woman’s cheeks suddenly flushed. Was she getting as
aroused as Titrus?

“Catherine,” he repeated, “a beautiful name for a beautiful
woman.”

The Roman dropped his gaze again and looked at the lines
carved into the wood of the table. On the battlefield, Titrus
was fierce. He was second to Captain Barbattus – a coveted
position at the Keep. But in the face of this beautiful blond,
Titrus felt like a puddle of goo, even if she was a whore. In
the back of his mind, he knew this woman would use what ever
charms necessary to gain a coin. But Titrus, because of his
lonely heart and the urgent desire in his loins, preferred to
believe, at least for a moment, that she was just as attracted
to him as he was to her.

Catherine
 
Goodness - is it just me or has it suddenly become
unbearably stuffy in here?


“It has become quite warm in here, tis true,” Titrus said with
a smile. Good. She would take the lead in making the …
negotiations. The word itself didn’t feel right to Titrus, but
he knew that’s what it would be – a business arrangement.
Nothing more.

Titrus locked his blue eyes onto the woman’s gaze and read the
playfulness in them. “Perhaps another location will allow us
to get to know one another better. Some place private?”

The woman seemed amused, almost mischievous but liked the idea
of leaving. As the barmaid walked by, Titrus slipped some
coins into her palm. The barmaid snorted haughtily, irritated
that the whore had slipped yet another potential customer from
her. “Hope ta see ya agin, Titrus,” she said, rolling her eyes
at Catherine and walking away.

Titrus stood up from the bench and stuck his elbow out for
Catherine to grab hold. The woman rose from the table with the
grace of a swan and touched Titrus’ elbow.

“This way, lady Catherine,” Titrus said leading her to the
rear exit of the tavern.

Catherine
 
You know... there are other things that I am capable of
doing that you may like too, Titrus, my lord.


"For that, I am hoping," Titrus smiled broadly at the woman’s
use of the royal term again. Once they were outside, Titrus
slid his arm around her small waist, underneath his wing, to
keep her warm and to protect her from the rain. He briefly
remembered Eala, whom he’d done the same thing to just a few
hours previously.

“Let us settle our arrangement and then find a place to go,”
he said as they stepped out in the rain together.
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Author: linnet
Date: Thu Jun 05, 2008 9:09 pm

Gawain


It wasn’t for sympathy, or commiseration, or advice that
Gawain was telling his closest friend about Brianna’s
disappearance. It was to get the whole thing out there, to
give Galahad enough information so that he’d be able to answer
when people would ask him why Brianna and Gawain weren’t
together. And Gawain knew there would be plenty of folks who
would hesitate to ask him directly, so instead they’d query
his friend. At least that was the reason Gawain believed he
was telling his story of abandonment. That and the suspicion
that Galahad might be encouraged to open up himself. In fact,
Gawain had just been carrying it all around inside himself for
too long. Every time the reality invaded his consciousness, he
would futilely try to understand and make sense of things. But
he’d end up nowhere, and would push the whole matter back out
of his consciousness. The bubbling up and forcing back down
could only go on so long before there had to be some outlet.

He didn’t know why he was so concerned about how Galahad would
react. He didn’t want to see pity, especially from the younger
man. He half expected to see a smirk of ‘not such a hot-shot
as you thought you were, eh?’ and he didn’t want that, even if
it was true. What he saw, instead, in Galahad’s face was first
surprise and then anger. That anger, surprisingly made Gawain
feel better about Brianna than he had since first learning she
was gone. Anger was definitely part of how he had been
reacting, but guilt that he was angry only piled on top of the
guilt he had for failing to be what she wanted. His brother’s
outrage let Gawain think that maybe it wasn’t so wrong to be
mad about what she had done.

Galahad
 
"Alina is cheating on me. Women just aren't fucking
worth it brother. It's nothing to do with you or me,
Gawain. It's them. They're the ones with the problems.
Not us."


Gawain hadn’t been prepared for that revelation. He’d expected
it to be some sort of argument or hurt feelings, not
unfaithfulness. “Shit,” he said, leaning back and letting his
breath out very slowly. He watched Galahad fuss with the edge
of the table, looking uncomfortable and dejected. “You know as
well as I do that there are good women who are well worth it,
and bad ones who aren’t worth a damn. Trouble is trying to
figure out which they are before it’s too late.” He drained
his tankard and signaled for two more ales. He hadn’t been
seeking advice, and he knew Galahad probably would resent
receiving any as well. But Gawain couldn’t just sit there and
see his friend so unhappy, almost resigned to his misery. So
he waited until the girl brought the round of drinks, paid for
them again, and plodded in where he had to go, welcome or not.

“You have to decide if Alina is worth fighting for. If she is,
let her know you’re going to fight for her. Find the bastard
that moved in on her, and make it very clear, so that he feels
it every time he moves, that he won’t be messing with your
woman again. Make it clear to her that she had one chance to
fuck up, and she’s used it. If she’s not worth fighting for,
the hell with her.” Gawain fixed his eyes on Galahad, but
couldn't tell if he'd even been paying any attention to the
attempt to prod some resolve into him. The blonde knight knew
that his advice had next to zero credibility, based on his own
relationship failure.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Thu Jun 05, 2008 9:24 pm
Mona


Mona shadowed Guinevere as the woad princess made her way
through the commons toward the stables. Staying out of sight
while keeping an eye on Guinevere was proving to be difficult
for Mona. Oh show she’d love to just shoot an arrow in the
other woman’s back and be done with her. But Mona knew it
wasn’t the right time; not just yet, but soon. Mona couldn’t
stop a smile from curling on her lips. And what of Neeria?
Mona had no idea what shape the woman was in. There was no
doubt in Mona’s mind that Neeria would fight till the death
for Guinevere. The two of them would be formidable
adversaries. At least she didn’t have Ash or Connell to deal
with also.

Suddenly Guinevere signaled to her, breaking Mona’s thoughts.
The princess pointed to a building which was obviously the
stable. Then the princess pointed to an archway where they
could hide momentarily. Checking her surroundings first, Mona
darted into the dark archway and knelt down, waiting for
Guinevere. From there, they had a clear line of vision. Once
Guinevere got to the archway, Mona, still trying to keep up
pretenses, offered the other woman a flask of water.

“This is a good place to wait,” she said and took a swig of
water from her own flask.
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Thu Jun 05, 2008 9:35 pm
Cáel


Darya
 
“Business, hm? Was it successful at least?”


She was mysterious indeed, this nameless lady - he would give
her that much. Cáel was not one to pry, though. He was not
curious. Her past, her present, they were of no interest to
him. To wonder meant he wanted to get to know her, that he
cared enough to try, but rest assured this was not the case.
He was friendly by nature, but never became involved. He was
rather incapable of having interpersonal relationships. The
spark of humanity that connected most people on some level
simply did not exist with him. Cáel was hollow inside. His
love was of money. Artificial happiness.

"Exceptionally," Cáel replied, his wry smile mirroring hers a
moment. He folded his hands in front of him and gave a humble
shrug of his shoulders. "It's true I left a great deal behind
choosing to return home - my shop and my business partner. I
come from a long line of craftsmen and artisans, you see. The
jewelry business admittedly pays well, but I'm sure you would
agree that no amount of money in the world can compare to
family."

He smiled warmly at the mention of family, his eyes lighting
up with genuine compassion. Cáel simply oozed sincerity.
Deception was a game the Goth had learned to play so well that
sometimes he actually believed the crock of shit it usually
produced.

Darya
 
“And I sure hope that your family is well…after all, the
last Woad attack is only hours ago…It’s interesting that
you were actually allowed to enter the Fortress in the
first place…after all that has happened here lately…”


"Yes..." he murmured gravely, with a non-committal nod of his
head. "I was told all about it by this young lad at the gate.
Such a shame...about the attacks, that is. I suppose he just
wasn't quite convinced I passed for a Woad." He winked, his
smile effortlessly returning. "I am confident my family is
well...they have always been rather self-reliant, even in dire
times."

Darya
 
“Always…especially with that unpleasant weather outside.
You should try it…it’s good…”


The Goth snorted in mild amusement and shook his head, his
laughter that followed infectious.

"Goodness, no. I simply abhor tea unless I'm ill. Contrary to
popular belief, there are still some of us men who tolerate
healers and their various concoctions," he mused
good-naturedly, flattening his palms against the table as he
pushed away from it. Cáel hunkered over to gather his
belongings, hauling it back over his shoulder before standing
erect again. He inclined his head toward the door, his smile
inviting. "Walk with me, hm? If you do not mind the rain nor
my ghastly company, that is."
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Author: lady ione
Date: Thu Jun 05, 2008 9:44 pm
Adian


Tatiana
 
"Yes, Adian. I really do want to know you."


Adian cocked his head and gazed at the young woman next to him
as they walked. He knew himself, and he also knew what women
liked...sometimes. Did Tatiana really want to know him? If she
did, he was sure she'd be surprised. In his mind, he thought
back to how he had suduced Thorn the first day he saw
her....their bout of lovemaking in the confessionals. Well, at
least Tatiana was sincere enough, but he wanted to mourn Thorn
first, and to remember her. To encase her memory in his
heart...

"Very well then," He gave Tatiana a charming, but sad smile.
For him, the grief was still very close. "Friends for now." He
wanted to know Tatiana, but to Adian, it would have been
disrespectful of him to just rush into another relatioship and
just forget about her. He liked Tatiana's disposition, but
right now, he wanted to think on his lost lover. I would like
to get to know you as well...but first things first....

Tatiana
 
"I work down at the stables with the animals and other
stable hands. I also do a bit of herbal work, which is
now more of a hobby as I learned a few things from my
Mother, who's a healer, but I like doing it. My buckskin
stallion, Orion, has his own stall inside of the
stable."


Wow, alot of information just semed to collide together, but
Adian processed it in his mind. So she was not one of those
rich snobs...this tiny petite thing worked in the stables with
Mirtha. Plus she knew something of herbs. Stopping by the low
stone wall of the garden, Adian reached out and snapped a twig
from an overhanging bush, and looked at it carefully. "I
worked on a farm near here and then when my friend Ione went
missing, I went to look for her. I found her, and Thorn on
pretty much the same day...I decided to settle here, and found
work doing carpentry...Plus I hunt and bring fresh meat into
the tavern....in secret." He began to peel the wood of the
bark with his nail, then dropped it on the ground. "I have a
horse named Wogan. He loves ale..."
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Thu Jun 05, 2008 10:39 pm

Milan


Mari
 
"Please Milan, tell me - speak to me. I want to
understand. I hate knowing I've upset you and not
knowing how...It makes me feel so useless and silly to
just carry on pretending that I understand when I really
don't. Can you try? Please? For me?"


Milan had nearly forgotten whose trial his inability to
properly communicate with it actually was. If he was this
palpably frustrated, Mari must've been on the verge of being
completely discouraged. She had always been forced to supply
the conversation. She had always had to guess his meaning
solely from reactions. He couldn't begin to imagine the
painstaking patience she had endured since the first time they
had encountered. To continue this silent charade now would've
been perpetually selfish and unfair. Milan owed it to Mari to
try. After all, she wasn't asking for a miracle, just a
chance, a chance to understand him better.

She shuddered and unconsciously he pulled her inside the
confinements of his coat, his hands holding the material flat
against her tiny form. His thoughts were far from carnal - it
didn't occur to him that the only thing that separated her
nakedness from him between the extremely close proximity of
their bodies was a towel.

He opened his eyes and looked past her toward some undefinable
point on the wall. Milan sighed, his features concentrated,
thoughtful. There were endless possibilities of what he could
speak; however, he was still sorely limited in speech. He
racked his brain for something to try to say, something
coherent, something she could hopefully understand. Finally it
came to him. He sighed again, then parted his lips, an awful
droning noise escaping them at first as he attempted to
pronounce his words.

"Be..." Milan began, straining his neck back and tucking in
his chin to be able to look down the length of his nose into
Mari's beautiful brown eyes. "...safe."

And, that was it. That was all he asked of her. To be safe.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Fri Jun 06, 2008 6:32 am
Tristan


Neeria
 
“How do I make this beast go, Sarmatian?”


"You don't." Tristan answered shortly, with a roll of his
eyes, as he stepped forward and took the reins out of the Woad
prisoner's hands. He had to tug them a little bit- she seemed
reluctant to let them go, clutching them in her fists, but
what the stable boy had said aside, Tristan didn't think it
was best to have her try to control her own mount. Either
she'd try some trick, or she'd just be incapable of it and
slow them all up. Neither desirable.

Tristan clicked his tongue to Tirgatao, and when his mount
approached, he tied Sitra's reins to his own saddlebow
instead. There. They'd make an awkward train, but it was
better this way. And if they came into danger and the woman
became a liability, he could just cut Sitra's reins and let
her fend for herself. Not that she would very well, as long as
she was on that horse.

Finished tying the appropriate knots, Tristan looked up at the
Woad again- now that she did not have the reins to hold onto
she looked even more precarious. It wouldn't do to have to
stop along the way to pick her up off the ground.

"You can hold on here." Grudgingly Tristan slapped the pommel
in front of Neeria. "Not the mane. Grip with your knees. And
sit up straight." Tristan accompanied that with an upward
gesture with his hands, illustrating what he meant. Who knew
whether it would help her much or not. Riding took practice-
and it was best learned when very young. And Woads just didn't
have the talent for it, in his opinion.

Well, he had done what he could. Having delivered those gruff
instructions, he went around to the other side of Tirgatao and
swung easily into his own saddle, his hand barely touching the
horse at all. Once he was seated, he clucked to his mount
again, urging him forward and down the stable's central aisle,
and barely swaying in his seat even though he was also twisted
around, making sure that Neeria didn't fall off before they
were even out of the stables, one hand lightly touching the
rein connecting the two horses and the other resting
nonchalantly on his leg. Was she going to stay on, now that
they were moving? Or would he have to tie her to the damn
saddle after all?
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