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August 2008
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golden_trillium

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Author: sabor ice
Date: Fri Aug 22, 2008 3:53 am
Milan


Mari
 
"It's dark. Do you think we could move that over here...
maybe beside the fire there where the roof isn't so bad?
Unless it rains again of course."


Milan lay the pit-prodding stick aside and rocked forward onto
the soles of his feet, wrapping his arms about his knees as he
silently watched the flames in the hearth lick higher. The
dewy beads on his partially exposed chest spread a delicious
pattern across his collarbone and up to the hollow of his
throat. In the light it seemed to give off a subtle sparkling
illusion to his pale beautiful skin. He heard Mari comment
something behind him, but her voice had been so soft he
assumed she had been talking to herself. Fire was in his eyes
as they stared distantly into the blaze. The touch of her hand
to his hair returned him to reality. It was such a natural
gesture, her fingers twirling gently between his dark
tendrils. Her touch, it was familiar, and it was like
something he had always known. He tilted his head to the side
and flashed her a half-grin at her comment about rain. He
imagined the two of them dead asleep, warm in their bed with
the fire crackling like a lullaby, and then all-of-a-sudden
being cruelly thrust back to consciousness by an onslaught of
rain through the damaged roof. It sounded amusing in a sense,
but the young man sincerely hoped for a clear night.

Mari
 
"I don't know if I want to stop."


A crease appeared between his eyes as he watched her
expression change. It was harder than before, concentrated,
nearly a mask of pain really. Her quiet laughter broke the
trance, and Milan cocked his head to the side in wonder of
what was on her mind. The minute the statement left her lips,
the two of them looked away simultaneously out of
embarrassment. Milan stared at the floor, chewing at the
inside of his cheek. Mordred came to mind again, that evil,
unwelcome memory that for different reasons seemed to plague
them. Only the knight wasn't a memory. He was a nightmare in
the flesh. That only made things worse.

His fingers flexed against one another as a strained sigh
escaped his nostrils and he stood, brushing past Mari and
crossing over to where the bed was. He didn't meet her gaze,
only focused on the task of shifting the piece of furniture
over near the hearth. When it was done, his hand remained on
the frame and Milan looked up at Mari. He sighed again,
closing his blue eyes and shaking his head slowly.

"Yyou...would...tthink of...hiiim..." he said quietly.

Milan wanted to be with Mari, too - at least he thought he did
- but he couldn't shake the comparison of him to Mordred.
After all, in Milan's eyes, he felt he was much more the
villain than the knight was, that somehow he would manage to
damage Mari beyond recognition or something of the like. Silly
maybe, but it was very much real to Milan, the concept of him
managing to cause her even more harm than Mordred had already
done. As if that were possible.

He blinked heavily a couple of times, his expression almost
pained as he lifted conflicted blue eyes to meet hers again.

"I...don' know..." he managed, pausing for the briefest of
moments to properly form his next words in his mind before
attempting to speak them. "...how to...luv...yyou..."

Milan wasn't saying he couldn't love her or wouldn't, nor that
he didn't want to try. He simply didn't know how. They were
feet apart and yet they seemed to be separated by an ocean.
One mis-step and one of them might drown.
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Author: Eledhwen
Date: Fri Aug 22, 2008 6:31 am
Bors


Neeve
 
“Hey, scout…lacking something?”


Bors heard the female voice before he saw from whence it came,
and turned his head too quickly to see who it was. A pain shot
up the back of his neck - evidence of too many years passed
and too many battles fought rather than anything to do with
his most recent injuries - and he winced, bringing up his hand
to rub the rough flesh there.

Tristan
 
"Hmmph."


Following the arc of the fruit as it landed in the scout's
lightening-fast hand, Bors rolled his eyes and blew out a
snort of laughter before turning back to the young woman. He
had always liked Neeve, she was sassy, independent, and she
didn't seem to need anyone - not like some of these bloody
simpering females who hung around the bastard Romans just in
the hope that a quick roll in the hay might win the affections
of a man, thus keeping them in relative comfort. Bors had no
time for that sort... mainly because they never looked in his
direction, but that wasn't the point. Anyway, he had Vanora,
he didn't need any other women simpering at him...

"Where's mine?" he grinned as Neeve finally reached the table.
"Ya can't 'ave favourites yer know. If ya give 'im an apple,
ya gotta give me one."

He threw her a half-wink, and scooted along the bench a bit so
that she could sit if she wanted to.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Fri Aug 22, 2008 2:00 pm
Linnesse


Ione
 
"He was not killed...I hope he and Gedeon have found
peace then...I had actually come to just give you the
dress and to see how you were..."


“That was good of you,” Linnesse answered, pulling her eyes
morosely away from the way Ione’s hand, rubbing in continuous,
anxious circular motions on her stomach. Raising her gaze to
Ione’s face, she saw an attempt at a smile there- an
expression which was much too familiar on Linnette’s face
lately.

“I just don’t want to take it from anyone else who might need
it more…” Linnesse continued, gesturing towards the dress
lying between them on the table, still half-folded into its
package.

“…but if you’re sure- well- thank you. It’s extremely generous
of you.” And it was- Linnesse might have been unusually small
and thin, but she was not unique by any means, and probably it
would have been possible for Ione to sell the dress to someone
else eventually- but perhaps not in a reasonable amount of
time, or for the price she had wanted for it. Either way, the
weaver’s gesture was far above and beyond, in Linnesse’s
estimation, and she made a mental note to repay it as soon as
she found an occasion to do so.

“If you ever need anything from the infirmary, come to me
first,” she added on a sudden inspiration. “I’ll make sure you
get it, provided we have it, of course. Our supplies will be a
little short till spring, too,” she grimaced as she admitted
to that. Earlier, when they were moving, she had thought she
heard someone say that a supply train had arrived that day
with grain, but who knew if medicinal supplies were included
in that or not. Well, by tomorrow, she should be well enough
to go into the infirmary for at least some light work, and
she’d find out.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Fri Aug 22, 2008 8:32 pm
Ione


They had cmfroted each other, but to Ione, her sadness seemed
to linger. She had not known Gedeon well, though she could
recall how happy he and Linnette had looked on the day of
their wedding. Ione could, conce again, only dream of such
bliss: to be cared for and loved...and not be taken advantage
of....

Linnesse
 
“That was good of you,” “I just don’t want to take it
from anyone else who might need it more…” “…but if
you’re sure- well- thank you. It’s extremely generous of
you.”


"Really, Linnesse...it was nothing," Ione wiped an excess tear
from her cheek. She tried to make it a point of looking in on
those who were her friends, or those related to her friends.
She had learned long ago, that it did not hurt to do random
acts of kindness for others even if you were not close to
them. Ione did hope that she had found a new friend in
Linnesse as she really felt comfortable with her gentle spirit
and her warmth.

The weaver looked from Linnesse to the dress and back.

Upon her word, she knew of no other lady at the fort who would
want it as the lady who had ordered it was of Roman blood, and
did not like Ione, but liked her work and would take advantage
of Ione's dedication to her work only to tell Ione that she
had canceled the order again. It was just an everyday dress,
but it was the needle work that set it off. Better than to
have it sit there and not be enjoyed, Ione tried to think of
ladies she could give it to so they could enjoy it. "I am glad
that you like it," Ione smiled through tears, her hand still
rubbing her stomach. She had not eaten much, so she made it a
point of eating a scone and some soup at the tavern before
going to the shop for the night. She just did not feel hungry,
but she knew she had to eat something. Her baby had to live as
it was the only memory of Javier that was left to her besides
the ring. Ione stood from where she sat thinking that it was
more comfortable to stand...the baby within her had calmed
down the minute she did so. As she pulled her cloak close
about her form, Linnesse spoke again....

Linnesse
 
“If you ever need anything from the infirmary, come to
me first,” “I’ll make sure you get it, provided we have
it, of course. Our supplies will be a little short till
spring, too,”


"You have been more than kind, Linnesse, and I will take you
up on your offer...the only thing I wish is that I felt hungry
right now...There are some things, I guess, that the baby does
not like..." Ione gave a light shaky laugh. Vanora had
mentioned to Ione of the shortage of food for the tavern, but
in the infirmary as well? She said a short prayer that the
supply wagon would bring what was needed for the infirmary.
After the last illness outbreak, the fort would need every
ounce of medicine and herbs to help those who needed them.
"The baby has been restless , so I should go back to the shop
and rest for the evening after a bite to eat...I am sorry I
got so emotional," Ione looked down at the floor, then at the
dress, then Linnesse.

She thought perhaps tomorrow, she would try to find Linnette
and see how she was doing.

"If there is anything you and Linnette need, please do not
hesitate to ask."

Ione thought of Tristan's hawk and wondered how it was
fairing.Perhaps she'd see it tomorrow...hopefully it was doing
far better that it was when she had found it...
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Author: Darya
Date: Sat Aug 23, 2008 2:54 am
Neeve


Tristan
 
"Hmmph."


It was a typical reaction, especially when one knew the quiet
scout. Yet Neeve knew that he certainly appreciated her
gesture. To the healer, Tristan was just not Tristan without
at least one apple somewhere nearby. “You’re welcome”, the
Briton said as she reached the knights' table and met
Tristan’s gaze with her crystal-blue one, her eyes sparkling
slightly teasingly for a moment as she did so… And then she
took another bite from her own apple…

Bors
 
"Where's mine? Ya can't 'ave favourites yer know. If ya
give 'im an apple, ya gotta give me one."


Now that made even Neeve chuckle slightly and she grinned
wryly at Bors while accepting his silent offer and sitting
down next to him. A good position it was…as she could glimpse
at Lucius every now and then. She had not seen the Roman in a
while and was honestly glad to see that he had made it through
the Woad attacks without visible injuries. However, right now,
her attention was on the two Sarmatians at 'her' table… “Ah,
you know that you’ve always been among my favourites, Bors…”,
the raven-haired woman quipped and slightly jabbed the oldest
knight in the ribs…

…when one of the tavern wenches arrived with the food the
knights apparently had ordered. Neeve spotted some fruit among
it, too and before the wench had put the plates onto the
table, the healer snatched yet another apple from it and
handed it to Bors. “Here you go…”, she said with a half-wink
and then leaned back a little, waiting for the tavern wench to
finish placing the tables and bowls onto the table. When the
other woman had left again, Neeve pursed her lips and regarded
all the food in front of them. “My, my…you guys must be really
hungry…”, the Briton then added more seriously and looked at
Tristan again, knowing that the scout – as brilliant a fighter
as he might be – would still rather die a slow silent death
than voluntarily see a healer. “I hope I can take that as a
good sign and don’t have to worry about any battle injuries…”,
Neeve finished and glanced from one man to the other…
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sat Aug 23, 2008 6:38 pm
Linnesse


Ione
 
"You have been more than kind, Linnesse, and I will take
you up on your offer...the only thing I wish is that I
felt hungry right now...there are some things, I guess,
that the baby does not like...the baby has been
restless, so I should go back to the shop and rest for
the evening after a bite to eat...I am sorry I got so
emotional. If there is anything you and Linnette need,
please do not hesitate to ask."


“I won’t- but the same goes for you, Ione. And you have
nothing to be sorry for,” Linnesse, frowning, tried to
reassure the other woman as she rose and went to the door to
open it for Ione. A narrow triangle of light from the torchlit
hallway slid across the floor, adding to the small,
barely-illuminating flame of the candle on the table. Linnesse
held the door handle with one hand, and tugged the blanket
more firmly around her shoulders with the other.

“Tha…” her voice suddenly trailed off into an incoherent sound
as a yawn took over, making her smile sheepishly when it
finally let her close her mouth.

“Thank you again for the dress. And…I’m very sorry about
Accolan, Ione. I’m told he was a very good man.” Actually she
knew next to nothing about Accolan- but she had certainly
never heard that he was a bad one, and in situations like
this…one had to say something.











Tristan

Bors
 
"Where's mine? Ya can't 'ave favourites, yer know. If ya
give 'im an apple, ya gotta give me one."


Neeve
 
“Ah, you know that you’ve always been among my
favourites, Bors…here you go…my, my…you guys must be
really hungry…I hope I can take that as a good sign and
don’t have to worry about any battle injuries…”


“Uh-uh.” Tristan shook his head in the negative as he pulled
his plate towards him, taking a generous spoonful of the soup
before answering Neeve in more detail. It was hot, hot enough
to burn his mouth on the way down- but if he swallowed it
quickly, it wasn’t too bad. And it was food- his stomach
accepted it eagerly and growled for more, as the hawk shifted
antsily on the table next to him.

“This mission today- no fighting, anyway,” the scout added,
the tone of grumbling in his voice unmistakeable as he set
down the apple, then flicked a piece of meat out of the soup
and on to the table before the hawk with fingertips quick and
limber enough not to get burned. It was too hot for her to eat
just yet, but pecking at it would give her some entertainment
while he got some of his own nourishment down. And now, thanks
to both Neeve and the serving girl- he had two apples, not
just one, a fact went a good way towards improving his mood.
In these times of short supplies, an small overabundance such
as this was rare.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Sat Aug 23, 2008 8:31 pm
Jols


After leaving the stables, the Squire headed over to the
tavern to get a hot meal inside him after he got finished with
his work caring for the horses.

I wonder, if Tristan is over there, maybe he can tell me more
of the mission that wasn't. He thought to himself while he
made his way over there from the stables.

Entering the tavern, he looked around and saw Tristan with
Bors and Neeve sitting at a table together. Deciding not to
bother them, he found a seat at another table and after
catching a serving girl's eye, ordered something hot, not
caring at that particular moment whatever it was so long as it
was hot.
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Author: Darya
Date: Sun Aug 24, 2008 5:37 am
Neeve


Both men immediately busied themselves with the freshly served
food and Neeve just watched them in silence. It was obvious
that the knights were truly hungry. But what was more
important to the woman than the Sarmatians eating properly was
Tristan’s confirmation of her guess about him not being
injured. So what about Bors? The healer glanced at the old
knight…silently urging him to say something, too…but then his
fellow knight spoke again…

Tristan
 
“This mission today- no fighting, anyway,”


Neeve furrowed her brow at those words and watched Tristan
flicking a small piece of meat over to his hawk. The healer
had not really noticed the bird sitting on a small table
nearby so far…thus only now saw the bandage about the animal’s
wing. However, the information that Arthur had actually sent
Tristan on the mission to negotiate with Merlin, was even more
interesting for her. Since she had seen Lancelot getting into
trouble here at Badon earlier, it made her realize that the
First Knight had not been on the mission to get into trouble
there. And since the distressed looking Optio had come to the
Commander just moments ago, Neeve was positive that he had
gone in Arthur’s stead… But with Tristan? How very intriguing.
“How did the mission go then?”, the raven-haired asked the
scout and tilted her head slightly while taking another bite
from her apple.

From the corner of her eyes she saw Jols entering the tavern
and briefly watched the squire finding a table not too far
away, ordering some food. Though her blue eyes soon lingered
on Tristan again. “And what has happened to her?”, the Briton
then added and nodded slightly towards the Sarmatian’s hawk…
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sun Aug 24, 2008 12:56 pm

Tristan


Neeve
 
“How did the mission go, then? And what has happened to
her?”


"Sprained the wing- I think," Completely unconcerned with
table manners, Tristan answered with his mouth full, tucking
his current bite of soup meat into his cheek, as he reached
out to once more stroke the hawk's head feathers with a gentle
fingertip. He still worried about her- even after seeing her
hop around on the table and after having watched her eat a
full meal, he worried.

"The mission..." the scout paused, swallowing his bite of meat
hard as he thought about it. Even having explained the whole
thing to Bors once didn't make it any easier for the taciturn
scout to put it into words.

"Nothin' happened. Merlin wouldn't talk- sent us on our way."
Out of the corner of his eye he caught Jols sitting down at a
nearby table and wondered if the squire, too, was going to
come over and demand explanations of him, but for now, Jols
paid them no attention, merely sitting down and ordering his
own meal.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Sun Aug 24, 2008 2:05 pm
Amadeus


Amadeus knew he was playing a very fine line right now. He
knew that Arthur Castus was a fair man, but what man was
entirely within reason when wounded? The Optio knew to step
lightly, he knew to tell the truth because lying would get him
nowhere. And for the first time in a long, long time, Amadeus
didn't mind telling the truth because it favoured him. It had
not been his fault that the negotiations had gone so bloody
badly. It was not his fault that Merlin had thought them an
incompetent lot and refused to entertain the idea of speaking
with tehm for this reason. And Amadeus knew whose shoulders
that blame rested on.

Arthur
 
“What losses did you suffer? And what – if any – words
were spoken between Merlin and yourself? Hm?”


His tone cut at Amadeus' sense of dignity. The Roman's jaw
tensed and his chin lifted minutely, meeting Arthur's green
eyes intently, not wanting the man to think that he had
anything to hide in his own intense grey eyes. He shifted his
weight from foot to foot, hiding a grimace of pain from his
thigh with a hitch of breath to begin talking, explaining
himself though it galled to do so!

"No losses were suffered - except on their side. We came upon
a hut with those blue demons inside, bound and gagged. I
ordered Tristan to attend to me whilst I questionned the woads
and when they did not answer I had them eliminated. When
Merlin arrived we decided upon a place to speak terms."
Amadeus continued, his eyes flashing as he recalled the moment
that the negotiations were scuppered by the infinitely
incompetent Barbattus - "We were both to take a man with us -
I ordered your Captain Barbattus to leave as I wanted him
outside to watch the woad bitch, but he would not step down
and in front of all - " spittle rained upon Amadeus' lips as
he ferverently retold what had happened and with painful
precision too, his eyes were intense and his hand was lifted
to gesticulate, to fill in where words could not.

"He presumed to dress me down, reminding me of our intention
here and threatening me, sir, with your name. I know you would
not do it, Commander, but your Captain almost made it seem to
me that he was there to spy upon me, that he was there because
you did not trust me. I knew it was not so but it looked to
Merlin as if that were the case and when I ordered Barbattus
to stand down and he would not, Merlin promptly ridiculed us
all and ordered us off his land until we knew who was truly in
charge."

Amadeus finished, breathing heavily, his face returning to
it's normal color slowly as he gathered himself again. He
tensed his jaw and looked above Arthur's curly hair at the
wall.

"Sir - I have no doubt that the negotiations would have gone
ill with Merlin. He is an arrogant man though extraordinarily
cunning. I would gamble to guess that I may have bartered some
deal or answers from him had I been given the opportunity to
do so without the presumptuous and detrimental input from your
Captain and I humbly request a second opportunity to do so -
accompanied by Mordred and your scout, Tristan - who
distinguished himself admirably in my eyes." the Optio asked
in a wooden tone of voice, gritty, his teeth tight together as
he made the request he knew he would not be given.









Drake

Linnette
 
“You took it?”


Her reaction was beautiful. It stumped Drake somewhat because
he had known of her background, a little, and he knew thievery
was something she would frown upon, but for some reason,
seeing her flash of astonishment and shock at his admission to
theft, it made her innocence in these matters all the more
adoreable. Yes - adoreable. It was hardly an overstatement
when her big hazel eyes were so wide, so conflicted on whether
to enjoy the game of what he had done or to chastise him for
doing it.

All he could think of looking down at her face was
'beautiful', and so he did not give an answer to her question,
merely grinned lopsidedly and shrugged one large shoulder in
mock innocence.

Linnette
 
“Oh…I’m sorry to hear that, So what’s Jerusalem like?”


Drake looked down at the book in her hand and thought himself
a fool for thinking that that book had been the right one to
give her. It belonged to a man killed in battle. Drake had
been there when he had died - he had been across the
battlefield but he had seen it happen - the sword had not cut
the whole thickness of his friend's neck, but it had cut deep
enough...

The Spaniard appreciated the change in topic and frowned,
looking down at the ground as they walked, wondering how to
change the topic. Not for the first time his lack of people
skills became apparent as he found himself unable to
articulate a conversation starter. Thankfully Linnette rescued
him again. His brows lifted and he looked towards her with
thanks in his green eyes before telling her of Jerusalem
whilst they walked towards the door exiting out onto the main
courtyard...

"Jerusalem is big. Diverse..." Drake said quietly,
half-smiling to show Linnette that such diversity was not
something he despised like most Romans might, "The heat is
incredible - it's so dry. You can drink barrels of water and
do nothing but sweat it from your skin the rest of the day.
And the sand... Did you know sand is not just yellow or brown?
There's red sand too - and blue sand, purples and greens...
quite amazing really." he spoke slowly, not enthusiastically,
but reserved. He was also quite considerate not to mention any
of the atrocities he had witnessed whilst there. He wanted to
try and not screw up this one topic of conversation like he
seemd to do with other ones.

"I think you'd like it." he added, then clamped his jaw shut
tight, frowning at his presumptuous nature in thinking he
would know what Linnette might or might not like. He cleared
his throat and fixed his stare straight ahead looking severe,
looking rebuked.









Catherine

Lancelot
 
"I don't care whose room it is, love. As long as just
you and I are the ones occupying it at present."


Catherine didn't know Lancelot was injured. When he moved his
hand to cover the unseen wound the blonde glanced down at it,
looking almost childish and most definitely innocent. She had
a sweet way abuot her, a gentleness despite her trade. She was
not forward by nature, it was just her occupation that had her
approaching men the way she had Lancelot and it was curiosity
that had her ask what she did. An insatiable curiosity and a
longing to know more about everything in the world that was
out of her reach.

Her smile twitched about her lips as she shimmied her hips
from side to side slowly, her hazy green eyes becoming more
focussed, more interested as Lancelot spoke about the battle.

Lancelot
 
"It was messy. Muddy and bloody and fast and dangerous,
as they tend to be. The Saxons are a faithless lot -
more violent than most Woads I've encountered in my day.
Big men - big axes - big tempers. But, why would a
pretty thing like you bother about that? I'd think you
would try to avoid dirty situations. Or does hearing
about it make your ... blood hot?"


He moved closer to her.

Catherine parted her lips, holding her breath as he did so.
She looked at his lips barely visible beneath the dark hair on
his upper lip. His words mesmerised her, they conjured images
in her mind were vivid, imagining a hairy, faithless race of
warrior men. Bigger than the woads, fairer than the woads,
more terrifying than the woads. Brutes! It quickened her
heart. She had no longing to see these Saxons face-to-face but
to have knowledge of them, to know them amongst the other
peoples of the world, now that would be a thing...

Lancelot was moving closer to her, his hand touching her
cheek. Catherine let her breath loose, slowly, eyes shutting
as she smiled at him, chuckling huskily at his accusation that
battles aroused her. The whore did not move however, she
remained swaying before him at his mercy for a moment longer
before letting her eyes flutter open.

"And if it does?" she asked prettily, her tone suggestive but
not agreeing with what he asked either.

Lancelot
 
"Can we go in? I am hungry, Besides, as you said, I
don't know you at all. For that, I apologize - and I'd
like to remedy it."


His hand wrapped around her arm.

He may have been all sweetness in giving her options, but the
man knew what he wanted. Catherine smirked at him and nodded
her head. She pouted her lips and walked on ahead of him,
pushing open the door to Arland's room. She knew he wasn't
there - he never was. The whore led the way, swaying into the
room as if she did own it. She smiled over her shoulder at
Lancelot, leaving him by the door as she went to stoke the
fire to life. Once that was done she went back to Lancelot,
smiling prettily as she slowly pulled the laces of her bodice
loose. Catherine sighed a lazy breath.

"Now -- what can I tell you about me that could possibly
interest you? Or perhaps. .. hmmm, perhaps I could show you
something instead?" the whore purred, dropping her hand into
the washbowl along the way, trickling her fingers against the
cool liquid. When she came to stand in front of Lancelot she
lifted her moist fingers and touched his cheek.

"You warm my blood and I'll warm yours..." she promised,
tilting her head to the side, parting her lips as she leaned
her face in close to his.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Sun Aug 24, 2008 2:32 pm

Jols


Deciding to join the others at their table, the Squire
informed the serving girl that he was moving over to the other
table and to bring his meal with her.

Once at the table, Jols leaned back slightly in his chair to
give her room to place the tray down in front of him. When
there was a slight lull in their conversations, he swallowed
his mouthful before speaking to his friends.

"Greetings Neeve, Bors, and Tristan." Jols said to each of
them in turn before going back to his meal.

Biting into the bread, his thoughts went back to the comment
Tristan made to him back in the courtyard and used that as a
starting point. "Who made the worst screw-up in your opinion,
Tristan? Scipio or Barbattus?" Jols asked conversationally
while glancing at the Scout sideways.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Sun Aug 24, 2008 3:32 pm
Mari


Mari didn't know what to think when Milan brushed past her.
She stepped slightly to the side. Not that he would have
walked over her, but just to ensure that he did not trip over
her feet. She watched him warily as he pulled the bed towards
the fire as she had suggested but there seemed to be little in
the way of emotion on his face for her to read. Mari's gut
twisted and she placed a hand on her tummy, looking at Milan
with more and more worry in her eyes until he finally stopped,
hands on the bed frame and sighed. Mari waited, holding her
breath for him to say something, or to tell her something in
the silent way that they had come to perfect.

Milan
 
"Yyou...would...tthink of...hiiim..."


Him... ? Him him him ... who?

Mari expired the breath but her head tilted to the side, her
face a mask of innocent confusion. Who was 'him'? Was he,...
did he mean Rafe? Did he think she still harboured those kinds
of feelings for him?!! Mari was about to laugh off Milan's
worry, her face broke into a smile but it turned into a
sickening grimace when she realised, when the face of the
'him' Milan spoke of came to her mind.

A handsome face but it was not grizzled like Rafe's, nto
familiar and comforting like Rafe's.

It made her stomach churn.

Mari's mouth dropped open and she looked away quickly, unable
to look at Milan. Her face was silhouetted against the blaze
of the fire, her eyeslid fluttering but not blinking properly.

He thought that she would think of ... of him? Of ... Mordred?
While they were, if they were, if he touched her ... and ...
he really thought that?

Milan
 
"I...don' know... how to...luv...yyou..."


Mari flinched now at Milan's admission. Of course she took the
words in the completely wrong sense of what he intended. She
thought he meant that in general he could not love her, that
he didn't know how to love. Mari didn't know how to complain
or argue back at that. She was shaking, her hands shivering
and not from the cold. Her gaze flickered briefly to Milan but
ducked quickly, embarrassed. Her brows twitched downwards and
then upwards, too quickly and then she cleared her throat.

"Oh.. I .. " she misunderstood his words entirely. Where he
said he didn't know how, Mari was reading 'I dont want to love
you' or something along those lines. "That's ok... I mean,
it's not ... it's not like you have to, or anything, I don't
think it means... Milan, I'm sorry." Mari said abruptly,
hunching her shoulders and turning away from him. She stared
horrified into the fire a hand to her mouth.

Had she taken it all wrong? Had her understanding of his
silences and silent communications been all wrong? Did he not
... did he not really llove her ? Hadn't he said he did
though.

Hesitantly, Mari looked over her shoulder at Milan, her
fingers still touching her bottom lip, her appearance very
frail, very uncertain.

"I don't know what that means..." she admitted in a whisper.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Sun Aug 24, 2008 4:22 pm
Linnette


Drake
 
"Jerusalem is big. Diverse...the heat is incredible-
it's so dry. You can drink barrels of water and do
nothing but sweat it from your skin the rest of the day.
And the sand...did you know sand is not just yellow or
brown? There's red sand too- and blue sand, purples and
greens...quite amazing really. I think you'd like it."


“Purple and green?” Linnette repeated wonderingly, oblivious
for the moment to Drake’s renewed discomfort- she was too busy
trying to imagine sand that was any of those colors that he
had mentioned. Red…all right, there were red rocks in some
places, so there could, she supposed, be red sand, but blue
and purple and green? Her mind couldn’t even wrap itself
around the concept. The pictures she tried to pull up in her
mind seemed ridiculous to her, like something out of a fairy
tale, but they must be real- Drake had said it was true, and
she had no reason to doubt him. He wasn’t a fanciful person,
and even more important, he wouldn’t tell her an untruth. It
had to be true!

“I’ve always wanted to travel there- and Rome, even Egypt!”
Her cheeks colored a little at the admission, to an ambition
that might have been considered unrealistic by many in this
part of the world, but her eyes still shone with the
excitement of it, the images that his words had conjured up.
It must be like…like another world!

She was still turning those pictures, colored and added to by
things she had read, over in her mind when, a moment later,
they mounted the infirmary’s steps. Out of the corner of her
eye Linnette spotted Adian, the carpenter, apparently leaving
the premises- but she paid him little heed. The door to the
infirmary was right in front of her, and Dagonet was somewhere
not too far beyond it…a little squirm of nervousness assailed
her stomach, now. What if he didn’t want to see her, after
all? She gave Drake a little nervous grimace as he held the
door open for her, then stepped inside the big main room-
which, though occupied by quite a few people, seemed strangely
empty now, compared to the last time she had seen it, crowded
with refugees from the Woad attack, of which she had been one.
Now, the only ones here were healers and wounded and sick-
Linnette spotted Galahad on a bed not too far away, and in the
row beyond that- there was Dagonet, with Saoirse beside him,
her red hair drawing the eye even from across the room.
Linnette took a deep breath, touched the ring hanging around
her neck in a silent remembrance- or perhaps request for
reassurance- and started down the aisle towards her
father-in-law, once again setting the brave smile on her face.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Sun Aug 24, 2008 5:04 pm
Ione


Ione walked slowly toward the door, then heard Linnesse arise
and move to the door in front of her. It had not been the
cheeriest conversation on record, though Linnesse had accepted
the dress which made Ione very happy. That happiness could not
dim the sadness she felt inside, and it made her realize that
life was short and that one had to live each moment to the
fullest. For now, though, Ione would grieve for Gedeon and
Accolon....and possibly the loss of Javier as well, though she
was not sure yet if he was, or was not alive...

Linnesse
 
“I won’t- but the same goes for you, Ione. And you have
nothing to be sorry for,” “Tha…” “Thank you again for
the dress. And…I’m very sorry about Accolan, Ione. I’m
told he was a very good man.”


The door opened, and Ione's eyes followed the light out of the
room, then left her eyes follow that light into the room and
mingle slightly with the dim of the candle. Raising her dark
eyes, Ione left them meet Linnesse's kind but tired ones, "You
are most welcome for the dress. I am glad you like it." The
weaver took a few steps out of the room as Linnesse mentioned
Accolon's name. She could not believe that he was dead and
Gedeon as well...how many others had died while she was gone
enjoying life with Javier? Placing the hood over her long
auburn hair, Ione smiled slightly, "Aye, Linnesse. He was a
fine man and a good knight...so was Gedeon. Why do all good
men have to die while the evil ones are allowed to live?"
Granted Accolon for all she and Linnesse knew, had died of
sickness....but just the same, could not an evil man have died
of that disease so that Accolon could live?

Life was so damned unfair!

"Thank you for letting me visit, Linnesse....I hope we can
talk again soon," Sadly, Ione turned, and for a moment thought
her feet had gotten stuck to the pavement, but then she
started to slowly take a few steps...
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Mon Aug 25, 2008 1:51 am
Alina


Kolya
 
"Oh no -- no no I don't think so. Not unless you promise
not to hurt me, Alina. I know I'm a big brute of a
Sarmatian and all - but I'm not stupid. You're angry and
muddy and I know that you think that it is somehow my
fault..."


Alina did know what type of character Kolya was. The
underlying offer of his words was as clear as the pealing of
bells, and perhaps given that was the reason she had turned to
rebuke him. It was disrespectful the way he sometimes spoke,
and she was not one bit impressed. There was a very fine line
between civility and common decency, both of which Kolya
seemed to lack. Brute was the perfect description for him. She
did not expect him to be a dashing prince charming, but would
it have been so incredibly difficult for him to retain even a
shred of dignified mannerism?

Rome had stolen his life, beaten him up and then torn him
down. Blood and war and pain was all he probably had ever
known. Alina understood. But, she was not Rome. She was a
human being and so was he. He needed to find his way back to
the land of the living and learn to treat people better than
whores to a common enemy. Alina was willing to meet him
half-way, but it was up to Kolya to take that first step
toward change.

"Fine," Alina replied, her tone sounding more dismissive than
eager to comply to his request and shrugged her shoulder.

She did not wait for him to help her to her feet. Shifting her
position, the woman planted both feet firmly on the ground,
bending her knees to help with leverage, and used the palm of
her hand to hoist herself into a crouching position.

Carefully, she stood erect from there, ignoring the throbbing
in her right ankle. Casually she padded over to where Kolya
was, purposely tripping over herself in those few steps, her
slight weight falling in against him - all part of her plan to
catch him off guard. Her hands gripped his forearms in support
as she steadied herself; then simultaneously the healer lifted
her face and hand, her hand striking him once across the
cheek, although not nearly hard enough to leave any lasting
damage.

"That didn't hurt, did it?" she mused, with a petulant pout to
her lips. Her features turned smug.
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