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June 2008
Topic Started: Mar 23 2010, 07:18 PM (3,705 Views)
golden_trillium

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Author: lady ione
Date: Sun Jun 08, 2008 9:39 am
Adian


Tatiana
 
"Friends are a very good thing to have. As one can't
have too many friends, you know."


'Aye, they are indeed, lass,' Adian looked at her and returned
the smile. Tatiana had a nice figure, and he couldn't help but
wonder what she looked like in a "situation". The hunter/
carpenter did need to take a bath...but with Tatiana in front
of him, he could not help but have other thoughts as well. To
him, there were some situations that were pleasurable, and
stimulated feelings, while others were...well beyond
description. Silently, he asked Thorn to forgive him for the
wicked thoughts...and it was as though he could hear her
coaxing him into releasing her and to move on with his life...

"No, one cannot have too many friends, Tatiana," Adian offered
an even more charming smile, though still inwardly grieving.
He had to face the fact that Thorn was gone. Tatiana had
almost that same free spirit attitude that Thorn had had.
Adian took Tatiana's hand and led her into the herb garden
that was surrounded by a waist high stone wall. It was late
winter, but already he could see signs of new growth on some
of the heartier herbs. Still cold though. The young man moved
over to a stone bench, and sat down patting the seat next to
him indicating a place for her to sit. His heather gray eyes
studied hers then moved to her lips wondering how his would
fit over hers...imagining the softness of them.

Tatiana
 
"Wow! That's very intreguing, Adian. I didn't know that
you did that type of work, it definetly sounds
interesting. How long have you been a carpenter?"


How long? Adian sighed with a wistful look on his face. "I
have been a carpenter for as long as I was a farmer. My father
was a great carpenter, and could make almost anything he set
his mind to...taught me everything I know...even about
farming." Reaching next to him, He plucked a new sprig of
flowering thyme and handed it to Tatiana. Adian had always
loved the smells of earthy herbs and heather that grew on the
moors....and Tatiana had that earthy air about her. While he
talked, his thoughts moved to Fiona hoping that she would not
worry and would come to seek him in case she wanted him for
anything. "So I have been doing bits of carpentry work here
abouts at this fort..."

Tatiana
 
"What type of breed is Wogan? I've never heard of a
horse liking ale before, he must be very unique, then."[/ quote]

Adian laughed when she seemed surprised that his horse liked
ale, "Ale keeps ticks away as it gives a horse's blood an odd
taste ticks and fleas don't like...and he loves the taste
anyway." Adian loved the curious way she was looking at
him...GODS if she didn't remind him of Thorn! "Wogan? He is a
draft horse...all black...."

Adian stopped as he heard another noise....a bit like a cat
mewing. He got off the bench and looked about under bushes and
in the short trees, when a gray form caught the corner of his
eye. The small gray cat was under the bench totally soaked and
dismal looking. Moving back to the bench, Adian knelt down and
caught the sick animal. "Llawen, what are you doing here old
buddy?" He wrapped the cat in his cloak and sort of dried him
off while he looked back at Tatiana. "This is my friend,
Ione's, cat Llawen..." Llawen was glad to see Adian and
snuggled into the warmth of the man's cloak purring with a
sort of rattle in his breathing..."You have been out here too
much in the rain, my little friend..."
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Sun Jun 08, 2008 12:41 pm
Tatiana


Feeling his bigger hand grasp her tiny one and lead them
deeper into the garden where he sat down on a bench and patted
the seat next to him where she sat down next to him just
listening to him talk as he had a unique accent.

Seeing his heather grey eyes study her face, brought another
soft blush to her cheeks. Reaching out, she took the sprig of
thyme and brought it to her nose, inhaling the scent of the
plant.

Adian
 
"So I have been doing bits of carpentry work here abouts
at this fort..."


"You sound very skilled and talented, Adian." Tatiana replied
impressed with what she heard about his past.

Hearing his laughter, she grinned happily in response, and
decided to tell him a bit of her own past.

"When I was a bit younger, I was quite the imp with the jokes
and pranks in my village. It was all done in fun and just for
laughs. She said. "I don't do that kind of thing now, but
then.."

"How much ale should a horse get or be given? Is it possible
for a horse to get drunk on ale?" She queried glancing at him
curiously, when she saw him return to the bench with a grey
cat.

Adian
 
"This is my friend, Ione's, cat Llawen..." ..."You have
been out here too much in the rain, my little friend..."


"Aww..poor thing, he's soaked." Hi Llawen" Tatiana said
introducing herself to wet cat then petting the animal's fur.
"I think that we'd best head inside out of this rain." She
said leading them from the gardens and inside the smithy.
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Sun Jun 08, 2008 2:15 pm
Dagonet


Jols
 
"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."


Dagonet nodded silently and slowly, his face emotionless. He
would speak with Lancelot and again would have to hide his
true emotions. He had to wear a mask before his brothers for
now. He had to show them he could be still strong although the
pain he felt. He would not smile, he would not joke, he would
not be himself from the moment he learnt about Gedeon's death.
He will not be the same man...

But he will keep going... He will stay strong. He had to. For
them, for Saoirse... He had to try.

Jols
 
"Its good to see you smile again, Dags. I was starting
to miss that."


Jols laughed for a longer while... but Dagonet's smirk left
his face after a moment and he closed his eyes briefly. He
still felt very tired. His body was exhausted from the blood
lost and the long road back home, from emotional meeting with
Linnette.... from his sorrow. He felt so tired.

Once Jols had spoken he looked at the man, but his face was
again stern.

Smile....

He had to fight with himself to only smile.... When would he
be able to laugh? When he would fight enough to break trought
his own pain? What would make him happy enough to laugh? When
would he stop crying?

When the pain will stop?

He wanted to smile at Jols once more, but only a very wry and
painful, weak smirk appeared on his lips. He closed slowly his
eyes and swallowed with difficulty.

"I promise to smile more often when I get out of here..." he
said but in truth he lied... how could he try to smile when
Gedeon was lost? How to find strenghts to do so. "I am
begining to feel tied up to this bed...." it was the second
time in the infirmary. Was it because he was growing older? He
was going to be grandfather soon... Linnette was with child.
Now it was Dagonet who had to take care for her.
Was he so old to loose his stamina in battles already?
He hoped it was not the answer. If so... would Saoirse still
want him...?
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Sun Jun 08, 2008 3:04 pm
Mari


Mari could not remember a time when she had not been made safe
by being tucked up inside Milan's coat. Was it really only
days that she knew him? Was it truly only one day since she
raelised how she felt about him? How was that possible when
the past beyond Milan seemed so, so far away? What had
happened in all that time before meeting him? Oh she
remembered that there had been Rafe.... and with the thought
of him she found herself wondering after his health and
sanity.

She didn't stop feeling somethign for the older male just
because she had fallen so deeply for Milan, that was not her
nature. Mari just knew that what she felt for Rafe was not the
same thing as what she felt for Milan. It came from somewhere
else inside of her, she thought.

Milan
 
"Be... safe."


The young woman looked up at Milan with wide, innocent brown
eyes, beseeching him to tell her what he was thinking. She
just wanted to understand him a little more, to make certain
that what she thought he was thinking was ... real. The
initial sound from deep in his throat made Mari cock her head
to the side, wondering if he knew how to say what it was he
was thinking. She allowed her lips to part, framing the word
as his lips did but she did not speak out, just kept a watch
on his mouth.

When the words were out she didn't know how to react. She
blinked at hiim, his chin tucked to his neck so that he looked
straight into her eyes. It was such a simple statement, order,
request but was that it? Was that all that was on his mind?
Had he thought she was in danger with that man in the rain?
Mari gave a half smile, reassuring, and started to shake her
head, about to dismiss the dangers until she thought about it.
Her healthily blushing cheeks turned pale, her eyes looked
gaunt and too big in her suddenly fearful face as she
realised, as she understood what might have happened her out
there in the cold with another stranger. She felt incredibly
foolish now, incredibly silly it was unbearable. Her eyes shut
and her body shook.

"Oh... oh I didn't ... " Mari swallowed roughly and gently
extricated herself from Milan's warm embrace. She turned away
from him, frowning down at her bare toes only a few feet in
front of him, her head bowed. The hand that was holding the
towel up was now a claw, gripping it tightly as if her very
life depended on it. Mari glanced over her shoulder at Milan
but looked away quicky, embarrassed. She took antoher two
steps away and sniffed. "I didn't think about it like that. I
didn't realise but you're right. He could have ... It could
have been bad." the young woman murmured with an almost
apologetic tone to her shaky voice.

Sighing, Mari felt tears spring to her eyes - all the fear and
worries about the night of her attack coming back to her. The
suspicion, the fear that anyone might be out to hurt her for
no reason whatsoever. Suddenly Mari missed the comforting
familiarity of Rafe, of Adrianna and Kolya. She wished she
could be in a room with the four of them again, Milan
included, and just be the way she was before. With none of
this hurtful fear looming.

"You don't think he was dangerous.... do you?" Mari asked,
turning her head to the side, her cheek against her shoulder,
her voice very quiet, very unsure.









Saoirse

Gorgeous... right.

Saoirse was led forward, or escorted forward more accurately,
by Lucius. She saw Dagonet in bed before he saw her and she
felt her heart lurch into her throat. It took all her strength, and the knowledge that Lucius was back there ready to prod her forward, not to turn around and run away again. It wasn't that she didn't want to be with him, near him, loving him - it was just the fear of being to him, for him, what he really needed now. She wasn't sure she could be the strong, stable woman that Dagonet needed.

The red head took a deep breath and held it, her blue eyes
flickering to Jols and then to Dagonet, immediately defensive.
Was the squire keeping him awake, was he keeping him from
resting and healing?

The Irish woman glanced over her shoulder at Lucius and then
straightened her shoulders, sniffed. She wiped the palm of her
hand across her face and back into her hair, organising
herself miserably before reaching the bed.

"Yer not sneakin' him in anythin' he's not meant t'be havin'
are ye Jols?" Saoirse asked as she walked to the other side of
the bed opposite the Squire, not looking at him but rather
looking down at Dagonet instead, her hand automatically
seeking his on the side of the bed. Oh she knew she looked a
mess, the obvious signs of her upset visible in the redness
around her blue eyes, the pale pallour to her cheeks and the
shimmering tear drop that lingered on her jaw.

Saoirse looked down at Dagonet, at the uncomfortable set of
his unnaturally broad shoulders. He was restless, itching to
be out of this place. But he was not ready yet, not ready by
half. The wound on his side was not a small thing - the
recollection of his wound seemed to be a signal for the one on
her own thigh to give a protesting throb, reminding Saoirse
that she aught to get it looked at at some point.

"Hey there.... sorry I was gone fer s'long. Had a few ... bits
t'see t'..." she apologised quietly to Dagonet, hitching up
one leg to lay it on the bed next to him, half sitting, half
standing by his side where she knew she was meant to be but
where she felt entirely unworth to be.









Galahad

Galahad made short work of the splintered edge of the table -
creating a small mountain of splinters on the ground by his
feet in no time. He was uncomfortable admitting what he just
had. He imagined it was just as uncomfortable for Gawain to
have admitted what he had about Brianna... on some unselfish,
not quite conscious level, Galahad hoped that knowing about
Alina might bring some comfort to his brother-in-arms. A
demonstration that all women were poison... ?

Deep down though, Galahad was hoping that Gawain, the older of
them though only by a few years, could fix this.

Gawain
 
“Shit, 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. 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.”


The curly haired Knight listened attentively to the blonde's
advice. He sighed, nodding his head as he was told what they
both knew - that there were good women and bad. He frowned,
wondering if that was in fact really true. So far women had
proven pretty bad for the Knights of Sarmatia...

He parted his lips to speak his mind but snapped them shut
again, sighing as he downed the last of his ale, taking a sip
out of the new one with a greatful nod to Gawain for ordering
more. When Gawain started talking about fighting for Alina
there was a surge of ... something isnide of Galahad. A surge
of male pride, perhaps, a determination to show this son of a
bitch who was boss, to prove to himself, to Alina and to
everyone that he was the better man. His pale brow furrowed
and his shoudlers pulled back, his posture became more erect
and he nodded his head stiffly.

"Yeah -- yeah!" he declared, slamming his hand onto the table
and then pointing a finger at the blonde knight, lips parted,
again, to speak. But his troubled blue eyes looked all about
Gawain's face and he seemed to lose whatever spark it was that
had briefly ignited. His shoulders sagged and he sighed, elbow
banging onto the table, his pointing finger drooping
miserably.

"But ... are any of them worth that? I mean... really, are
they? Look at Brianna, Gawain. Saoirse - she pissed off with
Dagonet's kid for the love of the gods! Oh Bors says he's
happy but we all know he is so far under Vanora's thumb that
if she told him to stop breathing he probably would! Maybe
Lancelot has it right, ya know? Just fuck anything and
everything without attachments." Galahad said, but his heart
wasn't in it, his tone rather petulant as he took another
long, long, noisy draught of beer. He gave a gentle belch
against the back of his hand before continuing.

"What about you then? You going to go into the jungles of
Britain looking for Brianna?" the Knight asked, his voice a
little slurred as the alcohol hit his system on an empty
stomach.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Sun Jun 08, 2008 4:18 pm
Derfel


The young knight had been industriously searching around the
infirmary for Saoirse when one of the older nuns had stopped
him in regards to Linnesse. Derfel had attempted to keep the
inquisition brief, but the woman had been down right insistent
in knowing how his lover faired…and Derfel was by far too kind
and polite to simply walk away. But while explaining that
Linnesse was sleeping right now and seemed quite settled when
he’d left her, guilt at being away from her for too long
played on Derfel’s conscious. Surely his love was sound asleep
in their tiny room and would not miss him while he saw to a
few things…right? Besides, he’d promised Lucius a drink or
three in the tavern for the kind man’s help earlier. And
Derfel could also pick up some food for Linnesse while there.
Or so he reasoned away while the nun thanked him for his time
and finally let go of Derfel’s arm.

Blowing out a breath in mild frustration, Derfel turned away
from the woman and continued his fruitless search for Saoirse.
Giving up at last, the knight headed back towards the main
room where Dagonet and Bors were hopefully resting. And as he
approached, there she was at Dagonet’s side already…and Lucius
standing a respectful distance to the side. Good; the kind
soldier had been quite helpful twice already today. Derfel
walked over to join Lucius, giving the soldier a grateful nod
and then turned his full attentions on the red head and the
other two knights. Jols was also present, no doubt checking on
the men per Arthur’s orders or so Derfel assumed. At a little
further scrutiny of Saoirse’s slightly slumped posture and
pale expression….he could see soreness rimming her typically
shimmering blue eyes as if she’d been crying recently. Surely
Lucius had been kind to her when he’d located her. So what
could have the lass upset? Dagonet was well out of danger,
again the knight assumed as much. Derfel crossed his arms over
his chest and waited patiently while the others conversed. He
offered a reassuring expression to Dagonet, Bors and also to
Jols even though he had no idea what was being discussed.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Sun Jun 08, 2008 4:27 pm
Drake


Drake knew he wasn't rushing and yet he still trudged through
the rain, with saddlebags slung over his shoulders, hood
hanging down his back, as he dashed through the rainy
courtyard to the fortress. His expression was severe, sending
message boys scurrying in his wake as he stalked to his new
quarters, kicked open the door and unceremoniously dumped them
on the ground. He was just about to stalk out of the room when
he heard, as if she were right there, Linnette telling him to
take his time. The Spaniard stopped, his foot in the air and
held his breath, narrowing his green eyes on the door. He
huffed out a breath and turned, eyeballing the saddlebags. He
looked down at the sad looking battered armour he had been
wearing for the past few days and scratched his jaw.

"If you say so..." he murmured, pulling off his cloak and
tugging the laces on the side of the cuirass until it was
loose enough to pull over his head. The tunic followed, Drake
grimacing at the dank smell of it from sweat and rain as he
flung it onto the bed. His hard, strong, soldier's physique
looked sorry. There were bruises in random places from
fighthing the woads and a criss-cross pattern of scars about
his upper arms. The tattoos on his chest and upper arm stood
out stark against his skin. Drake looked down at the dragon's
head on his chest, his expression pensive as he rubbed his
index finger across the design.

Shrugging, Drake pulled out an old sandy colored tunic. He
pulled it on over his head and was about to belt it when he
saw there was quite a large and obvious hole in the armpit.
Scoffing in mild amusement, Drake pulled the tunic off and
tossed it onto the bed, opting for the midnight blue tunic
which had a tear in the collar, moth-eaten ends to the sleeves
but at least had full armpits. Drake then belted it up, slid
his gladius back into place and swirled his cloak about his
shoulders. He ducked over a wash basin momentarily, washed his
face and used his sleeve to dry it as he walked out into the
corridor.

Enough time wasted.

Drake wasn't sure how he would find out about Linnette's new
room so he started to walk. After a few minutes his hand
lashed out and grabbed a messenger boy by the collar. Drake
asked about the room arrangements and was informed that there
were hardly any rooms left. There had been no arrangments made
by the Optio to give Linnette a decent room which had Drake
somewhat livid. The boy, Arland, brought Drake down a familiar
corridor, the man's heart beginning to sink as he realised
this was the same corridor that his room was on.

"This is a two roomer, Sir. Optio won't let me put one woman
in a two-roomer so unless she can figure something else out
with someone else then she's gonna have to find somewhere else
to lay her head.." Arland said apologetically.

Drake scowled.

He nodded his head and gestured for the boy to be gone.

Surly, Drake mooched back towards the tavern, forgetting his
hood again. The cold rain water slicked down the back of his
neck, making him shiver but his mood was too grim for him to
really notice such a discomfort. Pushing open the door of the
tavern, the Spaniard felt a surge of relief to see Linnette
still isitting at the bar. It was strange how the sight of her
made him feel like things were as they were meant to be,
things felt... right.

Drake walked up to the bar and promptly dropped himself down
into the stool next to Linnette, elbows on teh bar, shoulders
hunched, head bowed, hands clasped. He grimaced, eye
twitching.

He tilted his head to the side, looking at Linnette's face and
then into the bowl of stew. There was an odd look to her hazel
eyes that Drake could not place. His brow unfurrowed however,
his eyes cleared and he gave her a small smile, pleased that
she had devoured that bowl of stew too.

"Might have another myself while I'm here." he said in a husky
tone of voice, the sound rumbling quietly between them like an
oversized bumble bee.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Sun Jun 08, 2008 4:39 pm
Jols


Dagonet
 
"I promise to smile more often when I get out of
here..." "I am begining to feel tied up to this bed...."


"Don't rush things, Dags. The happiness'll come when you're
ready for it too." The Squire said in a serious tone of voice.

"I know that I've never personally gone through what you're
going through, now, and have nothing to really compare this
too, but things will get better soon, you'll see." He said
with a gentle smile.

Saoirse
 
"Yer not sneakin' him in anythin' he's not meant t'be
havin' are ye Jols?"


"No, Milady. I would never do that to him." The Squire replied
in a respectful, yet polite tone of voice as he nodded in
Saorise's direction.

"I'm just visiting with my brother and keeping him company.
Since you're here, Lady, I know that he'll be in good hands,
and I'll let you two talk as I've got things to take care of."

The Squire replied polietly, squeezing Dagonet's shoulder
before getting up from the bench that he'd been sitting on and
heading towards the infirmary door to return to his tasks.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sun Jun 08, 2008 5:44 pm
Linnette


Drake
 
"Might have another myself while I'm here."


And suddenly her pleasant fantasy was intruded upon.

Linnette had been looking downward, scraping the last bite of
stew from her bowl and mulling over her thoughts, and had not
seen Drake approach. The first hint she had of the presence of
someone else was the voice- the low, gruff voice that was
absolutely not Gedeon's- emanating from the place where her
mind had been conjuring an image of Gedeon. She started and
looked up, then blinked disorientedly as the first impression
she got was dark blue, a dark blue tunic, just like the one
she had imagined Gedeon to be wearing! What in the...it was
only then that her mind wrapped itself around the true
situation- it was Drake, come back from putting his things
away, and he had changed clothes, too. Into dark blue, by some
incredible coincidence.

Linnette's mouth opened slightly of its own accord and she
studied Drake for a second, on the point of saying something,
though even she did not know what. Ask him not to sit there?
Tell him that that stool was already occupied? But...the
picture of Gedeon, which had been so vivid as to be almost
real a moment ago, had faded abruptly, replaced by reality
instead. Of course Gedeon wasn't sitting there. That was mere
fancy. But Drake was there, and he...he wanted some more stew?

"Er...I'll get you some." She stood hurriedly, almost
clumsily, still staring at him, and aware she was doing it,
but still not able to completely reconcile the clash of
reality and fantasy that had just occurred. She fancied she
could see a protest half-forming on his lips, though, an
extortion that she needed not serve him herself, and she
quickly and awkwardly grabbed for her own bowl, the spoon
clattering around it it and nearly falling before she steadied
it with her other hand.

"I was going to take my bowl back anyway...I'll only be a
moment." She blurted the words out and nearly ran for the
archway to the kitchen, but in only a couple of steps she was
there, and already she was telling herself to slow down and
get a grip on herself, quit being silly. Drake would think he
had done something wrong if she kept staring at him like
that...and he hadn't, not at all. He had, quite simply, done
everything right for her this day. Remembering now the
careful, thorough job he had done cleaning her hands, the way
he had put his arm around her and comforted her on the
battlement, Linnette dumped her own bowl and spoon in the
basin, then went to the hearth and scooped up a generous bowl
of the stew for Drake. What way was there to make a bowl of
stew special? None, that she could think of, even after
turning around twice on the spot and looking at everything in
the kitchen- so she finally settled on just bringing out some
bread, too, even though he had not asked for it. A nice, big
chunk, with butter.

"Here," she murmurred a moment later, sliding back onto the
stool and pushing stew bowl and plate of buttered bread down
the bar to Drake. The midnight blue color still disconcerted
her a little, but she forced herself to look at it rather than
away, the better to process it and see it as it was. And
Drake's tunic was not like the one she had been picturing on
Gedeon at all. Gedeon's dark blue tunic had been his good one-
this one that Drake was wearing was a sorry thing indeed,
ripped at the collar and with the cuffs so ragged they didn't
even quite cover his wristbones as they should. Drake always
seemed to dress like that, Linnette realized- like no one
cared for him, like he had no reason at all to look even
slightly nice. Though come to think of it, dark blue was a
very nice color on him, too- though it would have been nicer
if the garment in question had not been worn nearly to a rag.

"So...what did you find out?" she asked, turning her mind away
from pointless sartorial contemplations and back onto the
matter at hand- Drake had said he would inquire about quarters
for her.









Linnesse

Linnesse opened her eyes.

She had slept a while, by the looks of things; though it
seemed to still be cloudy outside, with sounds of dripping
water coming in through the window, the light had changed
sufficiently that she was pretty sure she had slept for a
couple of hours, at least- by her best guess, it was around
midafternoon now. She felt rejuvenated, her exhaustion gone,
and once again, extremely hungry! She should still probably
take it easy- she reminded herself of that- but even given
that, her first thought after noting that the room was empty
of all but herself was to go to the tavern for a bite to eat.
Breakfast had been a long time ago!

She slipped out of the bed, stood and stretched luxuriously,
then dressed herself carefully in her warmest dress, shoes,
and cloak. She had overdone things this morning, and she had
no wish to repeat that- Linnette and Derfel both needed her,
needed her as healthy as possible! With health still in mind,
she drank down a full cup of water before leaving the room,
then went out into the corridor.

And how was Linnette faring? A short detour by her room showed
that she was not there, nor was anything visibly changed in
position since she had been there earlier helping her sister
change clothes. Well, at least the tavern seemed like the
likeliest place to find Linnette as well as to get something
to eat- though Linnesse very much hoped her sister wasn't
working too hard. She needed to relax for a while, not worry
about things. Well, if Linnesse found her sister working, she
would do everything she could to encourage a bit of a rest.
Pulling her cloak firmly around her, Linnesse headed
determinedly- though not too quickly- towards the exit from
the knights' quarters, the twin goals of food and sisterly
company foremost in her mind.
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Author: linnet
Date: Sun Jun 08, 2008 8:38 pm

Gawain


Galahad
 
"Yeah -- yeah!"


For a moment Gawain thought that he’d stoked a badly needed
fire in his friend. In fact, when Galahad emphasized his
enthusiasm by pounding his fist on the table, Gawain worried
that the fire was flaring a little more intensely than he’d
intended. There was deliberately effective planned action, and
there was hot-headed impetuous Galahad action. Gawain thought
he would have to dump a little calming water on the younger
man’s chest-thumping bravado, just to get him to think clearly
before acting. But that wasn’t needed, as the dark-haired
knight quickly deflated, the fire sputtering out.

Galahad
 
"But ... are any of them worth that? I mean... really,
are they? Look at Brianna, Gawain. Saoirse - she pissed
off with Dagonet's kid for the love of the gods! Oh Bors
says he's happy but we all know he is so far under
Vanora's thumb that if she told him to stop breathing he
probably would! Maybe Lancelot has it right, ya know?
Just fuck anything and everything without attachments."


Gawain let out a quiet snort at the mention of Lancelot having
it right. If the First Knight had it right, then humans were
in for a miserable existence. Lancelot, however, wasn’t the
point of this conversation. Galahad was bitter and hurt, and
Gawain felt compelled as always to make him feel better. But
he wasn’t going to do it by agreeing that no woman is worth
the trouble, and that fucking without attachments is a good
thing.

“Hell, Galahad, I don’t know about Alina. You have to decide
if she’s worth it to you,” the blond knight said, watching his
brother making quick use of much of the second tankard of ale.
“I believe there are plenty of women worth whatever it takes
to win their hearts. And fucking is great, but it’s that heart
thing that really counts. The feelings you get just being with
someone who’s special to you.” He laughed softly and shook his
head, looking slightly embarrassed. “That probably sounds
crazy.” Then Gawain fell silent. Nothing he’d said was likely
to help Galahad. At best, he’d gotten his friend to think
about what he wanted with Alina. At worst, he’d only depressed
him more.

Galahad
 
"What about you then? You going to go into the jungles
of Britain looking for Brianna?"


The question was slurred just enough for Gawain to once more
signal the serving girl. “Two of whatever you have to eat
that’s warm and filling,” he instructed her. Gawain fished
around in his coin pouch to make sure he had enough left for
the food, and found that he was fine. Then he turned his
attention back to his fellow knight.

“No, I’m not going to look for her,” he replied, surprising
himself with how certain it sounded. “Truth is, the whole time
we were away, I can count on two fingers how often I thought
about her. Brianna’s right. I wasn’t ready for that
commitment. “ Damn, he felt sickeningly guilty about it,
especially because of the baby. But he couldn’t deny it any
longer. He would have done his best. But what kind of real
commitment would it have been when here he was, trying to
avoid glancing at another woman: A bright woman who had
stirred some strange feelings in him.

“How often did you think about Alina when we were on the
mission?” he asked Galahad. Gawain still hoped to at least
bring the young knight to the point where he knew if he cared
enough about his lover to do something other than brood.
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Mon Jun 09, 2008 12:23 am
Cáel


Darya
 
“You are right…I do agree…yet it seems that money and
family are intrinsically tied to each other…for these
days it is money that can help you to get information
about your family when you are separated from them. Or
worse…depending on where you are, money might even free
your family from…slavery…”


"Quite right, quite right..." Cáel concurred.

Money indeed had a way of providing opportunities and earning
advantage points. It was persuasive - seductive to those who
were ignorant to its power of manipulation. But, Cáel was not
one to be weaved into such a tangled web of greed - oh no - he
believed he was far too crafty with his bearings. He
understood the way of the world. He was conscious of his
actions. A wealthy man could be untouchable, invincible. Cáel
would've bartered his very soul to the Devil in order to
obtain all of the glories and riches he desired. He was not
seduced by greed - he was the seducer.

Darya
 
“I’ve gotten used to all the rain on this island…I still
don’t like it…but oh well…Ghastly, eh? I’d rather say
different than ghastly…yet are you sure you want
company…for I assume you want to search for your
family?”


The Goth broke from his thoughts and watched tentatively as
the woman stood and adjusted herself properly. He cocked his
head and smiled wryly. She appeared ready to follow him, and
yet she asked such a silly question? He had already invited
her along, had he not? Still, perhaps it would've been best if
he went alone. Without an audience, he could be himself and
not have to constantly look over his shoulder at her to gage
her reaction for realism. He was not a performing baboon, just
a man on a mission. The Goth was an exceptionally patient man
on the surface, but he was not so tolerant when things did not
go according to plan. Better not to get too deeply involved
with the locals, he decided. After all, he did not even know
what to expect once he did find Gabriel's family.

"Open invitation, of course," Cáel mused, his smile genuine,
charming. "I wouldn't want to keep you from your affairs of
the day either. Another time, then?"









Cassidy

After Catherine left, Cassidy had stared at the soiled purple
dress for a long time. Fleur had been content jabbering away
to herself, completely oblivious to the conflicting emotions
that had crossed her sister's features. Pain. Confusion.
Emptiness. Destitution. Mostly though, Cassidy was upset with
herself. She didn't understand why she had snapped at
Catherine or why she had wrongfully ruined the woman's gift.
At the time, Cassidy had thought it was in her right to do so.
Her angry defiance was her only defense mechanism, her only
escape to channel her emotions to the outside world. Following
reflection, Cassidy was now mortified at what she had done -
mortified, but not necessarily sorry.

She sniffed and reached out to hook a finger into the purple
dress, dragging it to lay over her lap. She had dumped the
chunks of cold stew back into the bowl, but the stain left in
the material was massive and setting at an astronomical pace.
The blonde had absolutely no idea how to wash it out, and she
was too stubborn to ask someone. Instead she toted the garment
with her off the bed, scooping up the make-do pillowcase dress
thingy Fleur had been wearing in passing, and went to the
nearest water basin. She smoothed the new dress out on the
floor and carefully set the basin beside it, before crossing
her legs at the ankles and sitting herself in front of her new
project.

She wet the pillowcase sack and diligently began using it to
scrub at the soup stain. Naturally, this only increased the
mark in size. Cassidy frowned and quickly abandoned this
method of cleaning the dress. Then, an idea came to her - what
if she dried it? That would certainly make things better,
wouldn't it? She huffed out a hopeless sigh, resting her chin
against her fist as she studied her 'brilliant' handiwork.

Ultimately, she decided to wear the dress 'as is.' She
ventured back to the bed and lay down the garment. Her hands
lifted to the ties on her current outfit and froze there as
she cast a self-conscious glance about the room. Her arms
folded inward to nestle against her chest, suddenly feeling
foolishly exposed with the lack of privacy. She was nearly
thirteen after all - the last thing she wanted was for people
to be staring at her, boys especially!

Turning toward the bed, she whipped back the covers and
disappeared under them, purple dress and all. It took a few
frustrating minutes of clever maneuvering to strip off her old
gown to don on the new one, but finally she managed. For any
onlookers, it might've looked like two cats wrestling under
the blankets until Cassidy finally resurfaced and tossed her
old garment onto the floor. Her blonde hair was disheveled
into a rat's nest atop her head by now, but oddly enough, the
girl appeared mildly accomplished.









Fleur

Fleur was like a spring. You could hold her down with the tip
of your thumb, but the moment she was released, she'd just
bounce right back again. She was like one's own personal sun,
brightening even the most dreary of days with a laugh or a
smile. If her liveliness could've been captured and pocketed,
no one would ever feel pain or fear - they'd just feel free.

She ventured over to a window, folding her arms one over the
other on the sill and standing on her tippy-toes as she stared
wondrously outside. After a few moments, she skipped off to
another window and repeated the process. She stretched her
little form to reach for the window, her tiny pointer finger
tracing the droplets of moisture building on the glass there.
Her prints left awful streaks behind as her short attention
span once again expired and she toddled off, gnawing
obnoxiously on the sleeve of her new green dress, her doll
hanging limply from the crook of her elbow.

Fleur noticed a bunch of people huddled around someone's (Dagonet’s) bed. She curiously cast a glance toward them as she passed. She halted in mid-skip, turning on her heel, and deliberately sauntered slowly back toward them, her innocent blue eyes never leaving the group. She hummed loudly. There was nothing inconspicuous about the little girl. Fleur may not have yet spoken up nor shoved her way between the people to see what the fuss was all about, but she sure as Hell was still making sure they knew she was there.









Milan

Mari
 
"Oh... oh I didn't ... I didn't think about it like
that. I didn't realise but you're right. He could have
... It could have been bad. You don't think he was
dangerous.... do you?"


That was not everything Milan wanted to say, not even close.
Those two little words had been a pathetic cop-out, a
humiliating reminder of his communicative incapabilities.
There was so much Milan wanted to say to Mari, so much he
wanted to ask her and to tell her. He wanted to hold a verbal
conversation with her. He wanted her to be able to understand
everything he was feeling, especially about her. Well...maybe
not that; he blushed. All of these thoughts were swimming
around, relentlessly battering around inside of his head,
trying to hopelessly break free.

She turned away from him and began to sniffle. He took a step
after her, hand outstretched to touch her shoulder for
reassurance, but it recoiled and dropped uselessly back down
to his side. Milan looked utterly deflated and shrunk back
meekly, stuffing his hands into his pockets and dropping his
blue gaze to the floor. He knew she was upset again because of
him, and he felt worthless not knowing how to fix this. He
heaved out a deep sigh and shrugged his shoulders up to his
ears, shaking his head to himself. Milan honestly didn't know
whether or not the stranger in the rain would've deliberately
caused Mari harm. It was something he tried his hardest not to
picture. It made his stomach feel sick when he thought about
what that knight had done to her, and although deep down Milan
knew it wasn't his fault, he couldn't help but feel like it
was because he didn't do anything about it. He had been too
afraid - he was always so afraid, so damn weak!

Milan idly scuffed at the floor with his boot, his hands
sinking limply into his pockets and his shoulders slumping
miserably. The humidity of the bathhouse was causing his damp
hair to melt about his face, and he gave a small jerk of his
head to dispel the wet locks from interfering with his line of
vision. Solemn blue eyes swiveled in Mari's direction, mapping
the designs her soaked dark locks patterned against the ivory
skin of her shoulders and upper back. Milan timidly reached
back out, his hand very lightly smoothing over the ball of her
shoulder and down her arm. He closed his eyes and inclined his
head briefly, inhaling the scent of her hair. His other hand
moved to rest on her free shoulder, and he dipped his chin
into the crook of her neck, his face partially nuzzled against
the space just below her ear.

"C...can...I...kkkeep...you?" he whispered. His inquiry was
completely innocent.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Mon Jun 09, 2008 6:37 am

Neeria and Malcus Barbattus


Tristan
 
Mane. Hair!


Tristan yelled at Neeria, pulling his own braids. The woman
was exasperated and had no idea what he was talking about and
more so why he was so angry with her.

“Main hair!” she yelled back him and pulled her long locks,
mocking his action, not understanding what their hair had
anything to do with the horse. But it didn’t matter because
the horse, for a reason unknown to Neeria, suddenly broke into
a trot. Neeria screamed and reached out for Tristan who leaned
over, trying to keep her upright, guiding his own horse with
his knees. Panicking, Neeria grabbed onto the Sarmatian’s arm,
trying to pull herself over to him, her eyes wide with panic
and hot tears spilling down her face.

“Tristan!!” Neeria screamed, momentarily forgetting her anger.
“Please!!”

Tristan
 
Fucking son of a whore...Captain! This’ll never work! I
think she should double with someone


Having watched the whole freak show unfold in front of him,
Malcus gently kicked at Falco’s sides, squeezing himself and
his horse between the stalls and Sitra, with Tristan on the
other side. Thank God the aisle was wide enough. Barbattus
reached over and grabbed the reigns so that Tristan could stay
in his saddle as the petrified woman clung to him.

“Fuck!!” the captain yelled and launched into his usual litany
of curse words. “Fuck!” he yelled again as the whole debacle
came to a halt, finally. The captain shook his head and rested
his balled fists on the saddle pommel, looking at Tristan with
flashing eyes. “God in heaven have mercy on us!” Malcus could
barely control his anger. Arthur, Arthur, Arthur the captain
wanted to scream. His brain throbbed in his skull and he felt
a fine layer of sweat break out on his forehead.

He looked at the woad and then back at Tristan, almost
sorrowfully, and said “Yes, you’re right. At this rate, we’ll
never even get out of the barn. We’ll take turns with her,” he
said, glaring at Neeria. “You’ll take the first shift, then I
will take her,” he said with disgust.

Neeria didn’t appear to have heard either of them. She was
still clinging onto to Tristan’s arm, her wide eyes locked
onto his, wide and moist from her tears. The woman was
breathing heavily, almost gasping for air and her small body
trembled violently. Sitra snorted and bobbed her head up and
down, disappointed at the missed opportunity to run. The mare
stamped her foot which made Neeria scramble again, swinging
her short leg over the saddle, trying to claw her way over to
Tristan.

“Do what you must to secure her,” Malcus said, “and let’s get
the hell out of here!”

Just then, the optio himself strode into the stable in all his
Roman glory and right behind him Mordred entered.

“Oh bloody hell, we’ll have ourselves a real party now,” the
captain said and rolled his eyes to the heavens.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Mon Jun 09, 2008 7:48 am

Tristan


Malcus
 
“Fuck!! Fuck! God in heaven have mercy on us! Yes,
you’re right. At this rate, we’ll never even get out of
the barn. We’ll take turns with her. You’ll take the
first shift, then I will take her. Do what you must to
secure her and let’s get the hell out of here! Oh bloody
hell, we’ll have ourselves a real party now.”


Tristan silently rolled his eyes, all his efforts focused now
on getting Neeria to come over to him- and not kill herself or
the horse doing it. She was clawing at his arm and shoulder,
crying in her panic, and all occasioned over...nothing. She
wanted to get to him, but she was thrashing so in her fear
that her efforts did little good, and Tristan had to basically
do all the work himself. After some struggling and jockeying
for position, during which a flailing arm smacked him in the
face more than once, he managed to get his arms firmly around
her waist and pull her off Sitra and onto his own saddle. Once
she was there, the woman was still no help at all, but clung
to him, whimpering uselessly, and he had to grab for her ankle
and swing her leg over to the other side of the saddle for
her. She was in front of him, of course. He didn't trust her
to ride behind, but, damn it, he would be near useless if it
came to a scuffle, if he had to hold her like this at the same
time.

"Fuck's sake, sit still. You're not hurt," he grunted in her
ear, one arm firmly around her waist as with the other hand he
softly patted Tirgatao's neck, soothing the horse. He was a
good lad indeed- he had stood relatively still for all that,
merely twisting his head around to observe the unusual
activity taking place on his back with interest. Tristan took
a moment to reach into his belt pouch for a bit of carrot and
leaned forward to offer it to his mount, ignoring the Woad's
momentary panicked struggle as his weight shifted and just
clamping her tighter against him. By all the Gods- useless!

But they were as ready as they were going to be, it seemed.
Sometime during all that, the stable doors had been opened,
and not only the Optio, but Mordred, too, were down near the
entrance, getting onto their own horses which must just have
been brought. Keeping a firm hold on Neeria, and with
Barbattus on his mount alongside, Tristan urged Tirgatao down
to the doors to join the other two men, who firmly ignored
both him and the prisoner- typically.

Mordred
 
"Gentlemen."


Amadeus
 
"There was another Woad. Where is she?"


Tristan groaned inwardly at that, though he kept his face
impassive and composed. They weren't taking the other one,
too, were they? Tristan had not yet had occasion to see the
second Woad prisoner, but he had heard talk that she was a
little girl, and that she had a fierce tendency to bite. That
was all he needed- to get bitten too, on top of all this. He
hoped, hoped to all the Gods there might be, that they were
not taking her. He couldn't imagine a purpose for it. But then
again, he couldn't imagine much purpose to keeping Neeria
alive, either.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Mon Jun 09, 2008 8:17 am
Drake


Drake's smile did not waver as Linnette continued to stare at
him. He could see something in her eyes but couldn't quite put
his finger on it. There was something there that had not been
before. He didn't feel in any way special or irresistable
because she could not take her eyes from him, instead he just
watched her.

Linnette
 
"Er...I'll get you some. I was going to take my bowl
back anyway...I'll only be a moment."


The Spaniard made to protest but Linnette clambered from her
stool and clattered her spoon against the counter-top. Drake
made a grab for the spoon too but her hand got there first,
leaving him with his hand in the air, a puzzled look on his
face as she darted away from him towards the kitchen. There
was something in her behaviour that reminded Drake of Elysia
and how she had been when she had started growing up...
growing into a young woman, not a young girl. But that was
ridiculous. It was Linnette. She was mourning for a start,
Drake reminded himself. She was already grown up and what the
hell would she be getting all girlish around him, of all
people, for?

Drake cleared his throat when she left, giving the woman
behind the bar a look that dared her to open her mouth. She
grinned and walked away to serve elsewhere, leaving Drake for
a few quiet moments to wonder what the hell had just happened.

Linnette
 
"Here, So...what did you find out?"


The spaniard gave a small start at Linnette's sudden
reappearance. She placed the bowl down in front of him with a
slab of bread, some butter handy also. Drake shifted to the
side on his stool, glancing to the side at Linnette warily,
wondering if she had gotten over that earlier strangeness. She
was seated next to him again, close, perhaps too close? Or
perhaps too far away? Either way it felt strange to have her
sitting there to his side. Shrugging one shoulder, Drake
picked up the spoon and stirred the stew, sniffing at it
momentarily before giving another sideways look at Linnette
when she asked what he had discovered regarding her room.

His look was bleak, he grimaced and blew out a breath as he
dunked the bread into the stew.

"That the Optio is an ill-prepared cun..." Drake began but his
voice trailed off and he gave Linnette an apologetic wince. He
took a bite of bread and half turned towards her as he chewed,
elbow on the bar, feet tucked onto the bars of the stool but
his knees spread wide apart, shoulders slumped though out of
habit more than demonstrative of his mood.

"The room arrangements have not been thought out thoroughly.
They have one rather large quarters availabe for you but .. "
Drake stirred his soup, turning his head only to look at what
he was doing. He sighed, shaking his head as he turned back to
look at her - "It has two rooms in it so you have to find
someone to bunk in with or..." he didn't finish, giving a
helpless shrug of his large shoulder.

It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her that his room was
next door to this one but couldn't figure out a suitable
reason to inform her of this. Nor could he think of any
suitable solution to this mess.

"It's a mess." he told her as he gulped a spoonful of stew,
bringing it around in front of him where he held it in one
hand and scooped with the other.
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Author: Darya
Date: Mon Jun 09, 2008 10:51 am

Darya


Cael
 
"Open invitation, of course… I wouldn't want to keep you
from your affairs of the day either. Another time,
then?"


The dark Sarmatian smiled wryly…but found herself distracted
by someone slamming his or her hand onto the counter or a
table… Dark eyes immediately searched for the source of the
loud noise…and Darya soon found out that it apparently had
been Galahad, who had caused the commotion. She briefly
frowned at him but then focused on Gabriel again…

Well, she did not have real plans…but there were some things
on her mind that she had yet to think about. And she still
wanted to take a bath. And then there was Arthur…and the
things she had to tell him. Sucking her lower lip for a
moment, the woman finally met Gabriel’s gaze once more…
“Well, thank you for your invitation…but maybe it would be
more appropriate if you go to meet your family alone… After
all the time…”, she then said and brushed a strand of long
dark hair out of her face, “…but I’m sure we’ll see each other
again…and maybe you can show me some of that jewelry you’re
selling then…”

Then Darya gestured slightly towards the door. “I will,
however, leave the tavern now, too…and maybe point you into
the right direction, if necessary. It’s quite possible that
some things have changed and moved since you left…”, she added
and gave the man opposite her a nod. Yes, she had briefly been
tempted to indeed accompany the stranger…and if for
distraction’s sake only. But to be alone with a person she did
not know at all, who she had just met, simply did not seem to
be the right thing to do after the last days…
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Mon Jun 09, 2008 12:44 pm

Dagonet


Jols
 
"Don't rush things, Dags. The happiness'll come when
you're ready for it too. I know that I've never
personally gone through what you're going through, now,
and have nothing to really compare this too, but things
will get better soon, you'll see."


The gentle smile from Jols and his words made Dagonet
uneasy... Happiness will come.... Dagonet doubted it for now.
And the tragedy he was going through was awfuly real and
terrible... He could not breath completely, in full, he could
not live completely in full, when he knew Gedeon will never
ever see his child... and that his own grandchild will never
know his true father.

This was the tragedy he did not know how to face.

Saoirse
 
"Yer not sneakin' him in anythin' he's not meant t'be
havin' are ye Jols?"


Familiar voice broke his dark thoughts and made him look away
from Jols before he could say anything, to approaching
Saoirse. He truly wanted to smile at her, but when he saw the
expression upon her face, a very sad looking face with signs
of wetness, he frowned in worry. Was she crying? As her hand
grasped his, he tried to squeez it but his strenghts were so
limited that it was just a weak clench.

Why was she crying? Was it beacuse of him? Somebody made her
cry? What happened? - those questions were asked in his eyes,
but he had not let his tongue to sound them in front of
others.

He noticed Lucius behind Saoirse and Derfel coming their way
also. He looked back at his lover and his eyes reflected the
questions inside his mind. What happened that she was crying?

Jols
 
"No, Milady. I would never do that to him."I'm just
visiting with my brother and keeping him company. Since
you're here, Lady, I know that he'll be in good hands,
and I'll let you two talk as I've got things to take
care of." "


Dagonet looked at Jols as he gave him a gentle squeez upon his
arm and the big knight silently thanked the man for the visit.
He knew that Jols will be the man to take care for others and
for their things... He was responsible.

Saoirse
 
"Hey there.... sorry I was gone fer s'long. Had a few
... bits t'see t'..."


She sat upon the side of his bed and he felt the urge to grasp
her by her waist and just hold her... get lost in her.... His
hand left hers and his arm went slowly around her to her hip.

"It's alright..." he whispered towards her. "I was worrying,
little one"

He saw Derfel's reassuring expression on his face and the tall
knight nodded at him.

"I don't want to keep you from your duty, Derfel... and
Lucius." he included the Roman but still looked into Derfel's
eyes. "Thank you..."

He thanked for the way Derfel took care of him while returning
home... the way he held Dagonet straight and that he was there
always when he needed his help and now for visiting him and
talking to him...

But a loud humm made him look somewhere behind Derfel... there
was a small blonde girl, who Linnette brought one day to the
tavern... The night he thought Gedeon will be a great father.
The night when Saoirse left him in the tavern... The first
night after their full reunion... Before they talked fully
about everything.

The tall knight wanted to smile at the girl but the thoughts
of what happened when he had first saw her made his expression
grim... numb even maybe. He just starred at the liitle thing
without words in him. Numb outside but hurted inside.
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