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October 2008
Topic Started: May 1 2010, 05:17 PM (3,207 Views)
golden_trillium

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Author: lady ione
Date: Thu Oct 23, 2008 8:43 pm
Ione


As she slept, her hand moved slowly over the blankets.

Cold.

There was silence about her.

Ione stirred, moving into a different position, her hand
moving to rest on her stomach. The pain that had been so
previlent earlier was fading now which she was thankful for.
Everything had moved so fast almost like a bad dream, though
the memory of what happened stayed. She had wanted a child so
badly, and now it was taken from her...why? She did not know,
nor did she understand.

Linnesse, Sister Margaret, Quintus, and Titrus had been strong
for her.

Mirtha had left the room angry as always.

Why had he been there?

He smelled of drink and had not been strong support.

Ione stirred again as these thoughts began to drift into her
mind.

How her body had betrayed her when he 'took' her in the
stables...how she had acted out what she thought he wanted to
see and hear, but there hand been no love or passion in the
act. He had been stone drunk, and after he had allowed her to
leave, Ione could hear the rattling of bottles in the loft. He
had gotten angry at the news that she was pregnant...

No, he did not care for her nor she him. Everything that she
had told him was a lie and he had lied as well...in such a
stupor induced by drink that he would not even remember what
he had done. All he wanted was a one night stand. In her mind,
Ione made a vow that he'd not touch her again.

Not ever.

Her hand absently rubbed over her stomach as she continued to
sleep, though a bit restlessly now. All of the worries she had
carried about took the form of a wild and confused
nightmare...Mirtha's face taking the place of the Roman who
her parents had sold her to....the laughs as they beat
her...leaving her for dead.... Ione had dealt with the memory
while with Accolan finding out that he had been the one who
had saved her life. That memory would be buried with him.

Her eyes fluttered, and she found herself alone in the room,
and recalled that Linnesse had gone out to see to other
patients, and then she had drifted off only to be awakened by
the Lieutenant. His visit had lifted her spirits and had made
her smile...but then, Titrus could always make her smile. It
had been the most they had visited in a while as both of their
jobs did not always allow for long visits, so she enjoyed the
visits when they happened. It had been a wonderful warm
surprise....though his news had set her to worrying about him
as she did all of the knights and Arthur, if he was going.

Ione's dark eyes roved about the room. She still felt a bit
worn out, but perhaps it was that she had not eaten in quite a
while....except for the soup she had eaten the night before.
Everything after she had gotten back to her shop was a blur,
though she had recalled her cat, Llawen, meowing loudly...

The weaver tried to move herself into a more slanted sleeping
position, with her upper body slightly elevated. It felt more
comfortable like this, slowly, her eyes drifted shut, and she
went back to sleep with her hand over her stomach as it seemed
to try to ease the dull ache that was there that was fading.
Ione thought that perhaps she'd be able to got back to her
shop soon where she felt more relaxed, but she wanted to make
sure that nothing else was going to happen before she did.

As she eased her thoughts, and sleep took her, Ione's other
hand came to rest next to her cheek where Titrus had placed a
soft chaste kiss, her head turned slightly.

This time there was peace in the sleep that came.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Fri Oct 24, 2008 12:28 pm
Saoirse


Saoirse almost regretted mentioning it all when Dagonet ceased
chewing and turned his grey-green eyes on her. She ducked her
head sheepishly and frowned menacingly at the bread in her
hand, pressing a chunk of it tightly between her thumb and
finger. It was not exactly in her nature to be the sympathetic
type, to be able to conjured the patience to treat someone who
was in pain and who was not someone she directly cared for.
What if she disliked a patient? It was no secret that the
red-head had a temper - how would that translate to treating
the ill?

It was stupid, and she was just about to tell Dagonet so when
he smiled...Saoirse's blue eyes were pensive, her lips set in
a tight line as she awaited his response.

Dagonet
 
"I think you would make an excelent healer, love. If you
really want it. You've read something already?"


Dagonet squeezed her hand to alleviate the embarrassment he
read in her eyes. She huffed out a breath and lifted one
shoulder in mute response to his question. Then she puffed out
her cheeks again, frowned down at Dagonet's huge hand about
hers -

"Well I read the books tha' are in the back rooms here. The
makin' of ointments and poultices's quite interestin' but I'm
not sure 'bout bein' the one t'administer them. I'd as soon
lop off an arm than treat it if someone was t'annoy me." she
added with a short laugh, shaking her head. Then she cleared
her throat and waved a hand dismissively, as if wiping the
conversation from the ethers altogether.

"S'just somethin' I thought of takin' up instead of mercenary
work ye know?" Saoirse said by way of explanation, cautiously
looking up at herlover through the thick veil of her
eyelashes, wondering if this thought would please or displease
her lover. And she didn't know which reaction she wuold
prefer.

He had fallen in love with the mule-headed warrior woman and
now she was talking about changing that warrior woman into
something else. Would that be favourable to him? Would he
prefer she kept on fighting for a living?









Mari

Mari didn't understand what she saw in Linnette when the woman
took a deep breath. There was a flicker through her hazel eyes
that was also something unintelligible to Mari who had never
lost a man she loved to a war she did not believe in. Her
fingers curled about the images held against her chest as
Linnette composed herself and she kept a silent tongue to
allow the woman the time she needed.

Linnette
 
"I may need a distraction long before that, Mari. I'd be
happy to teach you whatever you want to know."


The younger woman brightened with this statement for she had
not viewed her education to be a distraction. But the way
Linnette said it made it sound like a great idea, a worthwhile
plan to give them both that which they wanted the most right
now. Mari - an education, and Linnette - distraction from her
loss. Linnette's lips twitched in a smile and Mari responded
with a smile of her own, a gentle thing, childish almost as
she scrunched up her shoulders in severe gratitude.

Linnette
 
"Come in, come in. I think I have some paper here... Is
that good? That can be for practicing...I assume you
might need to practice first? And then a good sheet for
the final picture? Do you need pencils? Ink? I'll get
you anything you need,"


The paper that Linnette offered her was the best quality paper
Mari had ever set eyes on, let alone used to scrawl her
doodles. She bit her bottom lip anxiously, her stomach a
pained knot as she realised just what this meant for the
woman. her wide brown eyes lifted a moment and Mari nodded,
stepping forward and reaching a tentative hand out to touch
the whitened sheets. She nodded again, greedily taking up the
'practice' papers and running her thumb over them. She had too
many sheets in her grasp and apologetically placed a few back.

"No - no ink. I'll use this pencil and charcoal for the
drawing. Ink just smudges on me." Mari admitted quietly,
feeling overwhelmed with the generosity that Linnette showed.
Oh it was for her own endeavour, granted, but Mari knew
already that she could use the 'practice' sheets over and over
if she was careful enough - and it was so very hard to get
paper, especially paper as good as that which Linnette gave
her.

Taking a deep breath, Mari half turned and placed her old
scraps on the edge of the table as she took a closer look at
the practice paper.

"How big should it be do you think? Do you want it large
enough for a hanging or for a small picture frame? This paper
is really very, very good. It's very kind of you to trust me
to do this Lady Linnette. I've never really had any ...
purpose being here. I just started rebuilding my mother's old
cottage just outside the fortress walls and Milan is so very
good to me, and now you are asking me to do this precious
thing for you. I feel very greatful for all of it." Mari said
quietly as she folded her largest piece of scrap in two and
placed all the smaller ones inside that 'folder', she then
gathered the practice sheets to her chest with the scraps
behind them. Biting her bottom lip, she gestured to the white
sheets hesitantly...

"I might .. wait to take them. I wuoldn't like them to ...
fall.." she added sheepishly, recalling the amount of times
she had dropped the sheafs she held now.









Amadeus

Amadeus left Mordred feeling confident the Lord would have
much to keep him both amused and occuppied whilst he went to
ride out with Arthur. It was easy to put aside the
embarrassments that he had been forced to endure under Castus
knowing that, in a mere few days that he would be ousting the
Commander and replacing his weak command with a Scipio Command
- a dominating command, a command that saw the Carthaginians
quake in times gone by!

Returning to his room, the Optio dressed himself in sensible
woollen leggings, bound tight to his well-formed legs with
strips of leather. A long tunic reached just above his knees
and over this Amadeus donned a soft leather surcoat,
emblazoned with his family crest on the front. This was belted
about the waist with his sword-belt and completed with the
red-cloak of office. He strode down the corridor towards the
courtyard and from there he went across to the stables. As he
went he saw the inept Captain Barbattus speaking with an
unmentionably beautiful blonde woman. Amadeus sneered and
strode with more purpose towards the stables.

A number of people were hanging about there - Amadeus was
about to dismiss them all as lowly beings beneath his notice
but in amongst them he noticed Arthur's little pet. His whore,
no doubt, but for propriety he would only call her his pet.

Sharp features softened deceptively. Amadeus' pace slowed as
he neared the group, giving a bemused breath of amusement at
the hawk on the woman's arm. He gave a brief scan of the woman
next to her and dismissed her as a nobody before perusing the
rest of the gathering. Soldiers and a knight or two.

"Good morning." he announced to no-one in particular, coming
to stand amongst them as if he were one of their number and
not their senior in rank. "Everything is prepared for the
Commander's riding out I presume?" he asked with mock cheer,
slapping his hands together and rubbing them briskly, smiling
at the people gathered. It was easy to smile when you knew the
future would see you as their Lord and master. The near
future...









Eala

Eala hadn't heard anyone's approach. Ash went to stand and the
little blonde saw the pain in his face as he did so. But she
couldn't stop him from doing that as he brushed his hand
against her cheeks. She flinched at first but then realised,
with a trickle of cold against her skin, that he was
dispersing the tears that she had shed earlier. Puffing out
her chest to make up for her earlier weakness, the child
looked up as Merlin and Nolan approached. She missed what the
two men had said to Ash initially but glanced up at her
protector in time to catch some of his reply.

Ash
 
"No worse [...] Juna has treated me well. [...] gifted in [..] work."


The child gave an empathic nod of her head at this, glancing
over to where Merlin did to look at Juna.

"... nah." she confirmed the name of the woman, allowing those
present to know that she understood of who they spoke, and her
serious expression coupled with her serious nod showed that
she agreed with what they said also.

Merlin
 
"Well, Ash...[...] on the way back- there's always the litter if you need it. Eala- keep an eye on him. Both of you did well. The Gods [...] when you find our fallen."


She had to strain to follow what their aging leader said, her
eyes narrowed and she inadvertently stepped forward, to peer
up closer to his face as he spoke. Even so, Eala only
understood bits - but from what she could understand she felt
proud. The gods, something about the gods. Merlin was
complimenting them on their success in getting out of the
fortress and not succumbing the way Neeria had into treachery
or Mona, into madness.

When Merlin addressed her personally, Eala perked up, her
black eyes brightening a little. Keep an eye on Ash... She
gave a grin, nodded her head and looked up at Ash to make sure
he had heard Merlin properly, that she had to keep an eye on
him. It suited her shattered confidence to be declared in
charge of something like this again. It seemed an entire
different lifetime to have found Eala bouncing about up in the
trees, racing on ahead of the others in an effort to prove
herself.

Ah soon enough she would be back up there. But until they got
back to the village she would have to remain on the ground to
keep an eye on Ash. Merlin had told her to.

She missed the beginnings of Nolan's speech to Merlin, and so
could not pick up the thread of it as she watched the other
man drop his head in deference. Eala frowned at this display,
unsure as to what it was that Nolan was meant to have done to
have him looking so chided. The small girl reached for the
little knife at her thigh, touching it through the thick
material of the tunic she wore.









Catherine

One of the men was coming towards her.

Catherine smirked and turned her head, looking down at her
pretty hands on the table top as she listened to the thud of
boots coming towards her. She recalled to her mind all that
she had heard said about this man, Captain Barbattus.
He enjoyed the company of women, but Catherine seemed to
recall one or two of the other whores at Badon complain of him
and his temper. One or two of her patrons had been on the
receiving end of that too. He was unmarried, ranked highly, a
friend to Arthur...

The final thud of his boot as he approached her saw Catherine
turn a dazzlingly pretty smile upwards at the Captain. She had
a hint of a pout about her lips, a hint of 'catch me if you
can' to her eyes. She would not try his temper, no, but
Catherine thought to prolong this man's enjoyment of her by
allowing him to chase her a little before bedding her.

Malcus
 
"Lovely morning it is, but not nearly as lovely as you,"


He took her hand and kissed the soft skin there. Catherine
watched as his grubby fingers contrasted so darkly to her
pale, clean skin - but it did not repulse her as it might if
that dirt had been on her hands only. Not when she knew that
he earned enough to add a nice clink to her savings at home.
The blonde gave a small laugh at his compliment and deftly
slid her hand from his, placing it within reach upon the table
once more, her sparkling green eyes looking up at him above
the charming smile of her lips.

"Do you really think so?" she commented in a wistful tone,
turning her sweet body towards the man, crossing her legs and
trailing that strand of hair across her lips again as she
looked up at him silhouetted by morning's grey sky.









Smith

Kayley
 
"Gods willing, not the same thing that possessed Mona to
turn on her own leader, Mona apparently attacked
Guinevere whilst on return from the mission at the fort,
for reasons still unclear. Then, she endangered Merlin's
life just this morning and had to be disarmed and
restrained. After that...well... It was just."


Smith's expression darkened as Kayley explained what had
happened in greater detail. He lifted a hand to his jaw and
rubbed at his stubbled skin gingerly, avoiding the bruise just
underneath where he had been punched during the fight. His
eyes were distant as the woman explained and he found himself
giving a soft 'hmm' of encouragement for her to continue when
she paused. She rounded up her unbiased assessment with a
bitter opinion that the male had to agree with.

"It was." he intoned, half turning his head towards his horse
who was becoming restless. Scáth gave a snuff of impatience at
his master's shoulder making Smith flinch and reach back a
hand to touch the horse's nose, discouraging the beast to be
so affectionate with him right now. Smith's intense, dark eyes
never stopped their curious scanning of those around them
until Kayley addressed his question about Micah.

His dark expression began to lighten and he was grinning in no
time, feeling both deviant and unfairly judged by Micah as
Kayley explained --

Kayley
 
"Maybe he thinks you're going to steal me away,"


Smith gave a snort, not unlike his horse's in fact, and stood
up straighter, firmer and more handsome than before, making a
point of pulling back his shoulders as much as he could
without antagonising the injury at his collarbones. He liftd
his chin and stepped one step forward, appearing to tower over
Kayley in a dominating fashion non-chalantly, still scanning
the crowd but paying close attention to Micah. He was joking
of course - and was repaid for the ill-joke by a stinging clap
to his cheek.

Kayley
 
"Be nice,"


It was soft but it startled him.

Smith's eyes blinked quickly and he pulled back a little,
scoffing a laugh as he looked down at Kayley, grinning
roguishly.

"Of course I'll play nice. When do I not?" he said with a
congenial lift to his eyebrows that made him look oh so
innocent, and ever-more-attractive than normal, an angelic
cast to a warrior's features. He snorted in amusement then and
turned to Scáth. He gripped the horse's saddle top and swung
up into it with as much ease as he could muster, favouring his
left arm as most of the pain was to the right side of his
body. Once atop the horse he reached down to take Kayley's
extended forearm and deftly lifted her onto the saddle behind
him.

He half turned to her then, smiling down his nose at her as he
lifted his hand to his cheek where she had slapped him.

"And ouch. If that is the punishment that you deal out I can
only imagine what it will be like if Micah gets me alone.
Promise you won't leave my side, Kayley?" Smith affected a
distressed tone then grinned, turning foward to urge Scáth
forward slowly with a bare squeeze of his thighs, at the same
time he reached back and slapped a hand firmly to the outside
of Kayley's thigh - "Easy girl." he growled playfully.
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Author: Elessars Girl
Date: Fri Oct 24, 2008 1:46 pm

Arthur


Neeve had reluctantly agreed to what Arthur had requested, but
the Commander knew the Briton was less than pleased. Yet, it
was not Neeve’s silent communication that had resonated with
Arthur’s conscience….he felt Lancelot’s rage building as his
second positioned himself closer to Arthur.

Neeria
 
"You have my word, Arthur. There is no fight left in
me,"


“Very well,” Arthur confirmed with a slight tilt of his head
in acknowledgement of their accord. But the others present
would no longer hold their tongues on the matter….Lancelot
was, of course, the first to voice it….

Lancelot
 
"Arthur, can you not see through this? She is fooling
us! Just because one is tiny and 'helpless' does not
make one trustworthy - she is a Woad. Do you not
remember what they did to me the last time? Do you not
remember it was a 'helpless' woman who did this?"


Arthur’s gaze met Lancelot’s; placid green eyes miraculously
remained still despite being met with fiery amber orbs that
threatened to scorch Arthur’s flesh. Lancelot’s swollen and
ruddy eye visibly punctuating his angry words as he continued.
The Roman was accustomed to Lancelot’s fury having been
exposed to it countless times over their years together.

Lancelot continued with Neeve readily echoing the First
Knight’s apprehensions. Both voiced valid points of concern.
The Commander reached up and scrubbed a hand over his stubbled
chin and briefly dipped his head as if allowing their council
for the moment. Arthur was no fool when it came to the
potential treachery of Merlin’s people despite his continued
efforts to make peace….he had trusted Guinevere and she had
betrayed Arthur by setting several buildings within the
fortress a blaze recently. And Arthur would never forget the
condition he had found Lancelot in the last time he had had to
retrieve his lieutenant from the Woad camp. But……the Roman
still wanted for peace. And thus Arthur would continue to show
mercy….and still hold onto hope.

Lancelot
 
I am making this known, as your second, Artos, that I think this is a very bad idea. But, as always, I will...abide by your decision."


Arthur had made his decision and would allow Neeria to walk
out of this cell….but she would not be free to wander on her
own within the walls of the outpost. But before the Commander
could hand down his instruction…..

Tristan
 
"You should slit her throat,"


And with Tristan’s low and most decidedly threatening tone,
the girl had seemed to finally have been sufficiently
frightened. And despite being presumably weak and injured,
Neeria was still quick. Arthur notably sighed as the tiny
little thing screamed and sought shelter from the others by
once again plastering herself to his chest. Neeria’s nimble
little fingers dug into his cloak below the clasps of his
armour and somehow managed to press on Arthur’s bandages –
there unbeknownst to her. Arthur grimaced and reached down to
pull her hand away from his left side.

“Jesus….” Arthur half groaned while he gripped at Neeria’s
hand. “…child…” Arthur was still quite sure that Neeria had
meant him no harm….apparently she had radically changed her
mind since the other day on the road when she’d clamored up on
his horse and thrust a knife at his throat. And hadn’t the
girl been crying for Tristan only hours previous to now? Women
– a fickle gender to be sure. And although Tristan and Neeve
were quick to react….Lancelot was even quicker….
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Author: sabor ice
Date: Fri Oct 24, 2008 1:55 pm
Cassidy & Fleur


Drake
 
"No. Thank you...Actually... do you know who Catherine
is? The girls said she gave them these dresses."


Cassidy was too old to be rebuking anyone, even her little
sister, with a flick of her tongue, but the show of petulance
was just to mask her secret embarrassment at the time. Not to
mention the last thing she was in the mood for was to argue
with Fleur about what had happened with Catherine in front of
an audience. Cassidy knew she had been in the wrong, and it
wasn't in her to lie to herself nor to Fleur - especially
because Fleur had an aptitude for knowing when she was right
in an instance or situation. She was intelligent and much more
observant than most children her age. Fleur noticed everything
- and she always had an opinion, too.

The older girl propped herself up on her elbow, palm resting
against the side of her head as she glanced over her shoulder
at Fleur with Drake, and Linnesse, arching a curious brow when
the soldier seemed so dismissive of the healer. Not that she
expected anything more of him, but she thought he'd be almost
all too willing to fork over his extra-extremity-that-was-Fleur to the woman. Apparently she
was still able to be surprised by something that he did.
Impressed no - curious perhaps, not that she'd admit it even
to herself. Fleur, even only having briefly observed Drake and
Linnesse, had still somehow managed to gauge the myriad of
emotions that had transpired between the two. Children were
sensitive to people's energies, whether positive or negative -
and the little girl seemed to frown in disapproval over what
she felt at that moment.

"Why do yous not like each other?" Fleur wondered aloud,
glancing between Linnesse and Drake questioningly.

Linnesse
 
"Er...Catherine? No, no, I don't. I don't...Are you sure
her name wasn't Ione? There's a seamstress in the fort
named Ione, and she brought me a dress last night that
she said a customer hadn't wanted. It was a bit...odd."


Cassidy didn't wait for them to address Fleur. She chimed in
at Linnesse's words with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulder:
"I have no idea who Ione is. The woman said her name was
Catherine. She had blonde hair, if that helps..." the girl
added, with a gesture to her own tendrils, and gave another
nonchalant shrug.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Fri Oct 24, 2008 2:07 pm
Drake


Fleur
 
"Why do yous not like each other?"


Linnesse
 
"Er...Catherine? No, no, I don't. I don't...Are you sure
her name wasn't Ione? There's a seamstress in the fort
named Ione, and she brought me a dress last night that
she said a customer hadn't wanted. It was a bit...odd."


They spoke almost at the same time. Drake cast a curious eye
down to Fleur and cocked his eyebrow. It was almost a warning
for her not to be too inquisitive on a topic that he really
didn't want to get into with the children. Or with anyone. Why
Linnesse disliked him was ... well, it was not best discussed
in decent company. Her judgements of him and her perceptions
of him were all wrong, as far as Drake was concerned, but he
had no want to argue with her about it. Not now, and not ever
if he could avoid it.

It would upset Linnette.

Flustered, Linnesse answered his question, obviously
displeased to be speaking with him in such a fashion instead
of chiding him, no doubt, but Drake reacted calmly to it
nonetheless. He nodded his head, about to take on board this
idea of 'Ione' when Cassidy piped in -

Cassidy
 
"I have no idea who Ione is. The woman said her name was
Catherine. She had blonde hair, if that helps..."


And suddenly the description fit.

Drake had heard of this woman and if it were the one he was
thinking of well...

A slow grin curled his lips as he looked at Cassidy casually
flaked out on the bed. He lifted his hand to pinch his upper
lip before turning to Linnesse - He glanced down at her,
unable to hide the amused light to his eyes. She was not a
woman whose services he had taken before - she was far too ...
delicate and primped for his taste in women, but she certainly
was memorable to look at. And by the way some of the men he
trained spoke of her...

Drake cleared his throat and put a restraining hand on Fleur's
shoulder to ensure she didn't lean in to hear what it was he
said to Linnesse. Of course to ensure that only Linnesse heard
it Drake had to lean down close to her, close enough to catch
a hint of her scent. It was remarkable how unlike Linnette
that scent was - not the perfumed soap that she used or
anything like it, but the underlying scent that was a woman,
and each woman smelled differently.

The Spaniard's thoughts were brief on the topic and he looked
at a point above Linnesse's head as he whispered -

"She's a... " he stopped, tensed his jaw, oddly amused by this
fact... "She's a ... wait a moment." he clipped off quietly
and turned back to Fleur and Cassidy, leaving Linnesse a
moment ponder what he knew as he regarded the girls.

"A moment?" he asked of them, then turned to
Linnesse,gesturing a few paces away from the bed where he
might talk to her in quiet without Fleur overhearing and
demanding to know what a 'whore' was.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Fri Oct 24, 2008 6:17 pm
Jols and Tatiana


Amadeus
 
"Good morning." "Everything is prepared for the
Commander's riding out I presume?"


"Yep, everything's ready." Jols replied with a nod as he
double checked the girth of the saddle on Casti. Which was his
way of making sure to avoid meeting Scipio's eyes with his.

"Good morning to you too. So, who exactly are you? I don't
think that I've ever seen you here before? I'm Tatiana"
Tatiana said introducing herself to him while she tilted her
head sideways slightly studying him with her eyes as if
committing him to memory.
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Author: Lancelot
Date: Fri Oct 24, 2008 6:28 pm
Lancelot


...and once more, Arthur said nothing when Lancelot voiced his
opinion; even when he acquiesced to Arthur's role of command.
The first knight closed the fingers of his once-broken hand,
the knuckles popping loudly in the small cell. Fucking
Ceinwyn. He'd kill her given half the chance...or this one
might....

Tristan
 
"You should slit her throat,"


Lancelot canted angry eyes to the scout; the other man seemed
more feral and out of control than he normally did, and that
was saying something. Lancelot touched him with the point of
his elbow, the hand at the end of that arm still holding on to
his sword. He nudged Tristan, and opened his mouth to speak -
have reason, man, not here - but the girl decided at that
moment to switch tactics as it were and -

shrieked in ... fear? as Tristan must have frightened her
badly enough to force such an intense reaction. Women -
Lancelot had seen this one fierce and dirty and wild only a
few days previous, a blade held to Arthur's throat. And now
she was clinging to him like a monkey -

Arthur
 
“Jesus…child…”


Lancelot forgot Tristan, forgot Neeve, forgot even the broad,
Roman presence that had caused this action in the Woad in the
first place. He sprang forward, and caught the girl's arm that
Arthur had just removed from his person. Lancelot's grip was
tight and unwavering, and the hiss of steel rang through the
room as he drew his single blade and held it strong and sure
in his right hand. His face was inches from the Woad's, and he
laughed once, short and sharp, as he realized they were both
coated in grime and battered.

His mood altered more quickly than you could say Sarmatian
dog.

"Little one," he bit off, his tone soft and sibilant, but the
iron in his words did not brook argument. "Remind me again why
I should allow you to touch my commander. I may be less than
shit in the eyes of Rome, but you are even worse than that.
Don't give me a reason to deprive you of your head."

His tired and injured eyes narrowed, the darkness surrounding
the bruised one giving his high cheekbones a strange purple
cast. "Arthur is kind and too trusting. I am not so - and I
will be the one in charge whilst he's away visiting your
magician." He smiled, and it was ugly and wide. His lips
cracked and he licked at them, the gesture appearing too much
like he was ready and happy to devour the girl whole.

"You are lucky to be given into such good care. Do not make me
sorry I followed Arthur's instructions."

His heart was thumping and the blood sang hard, directly under
his overheated and tight skin. Lancelot could feel the
throbbing of the vein in his temple; it seemed ready to burst
through and coat them all in viscous fluid.

Arthur, Arthur, Artos. You great, trusting, idiotic, righteous
fool.

My friend.

My...gods help me.

His jaw cracked, and he could feel Arthur behind him - the
other man made an unintelligible sound - and from the cursing,
Lancelot had a feeling the Woad girl had touched his wound or
had ground the cuirass against it. Despite this, despite his
anger and wish to sweep his blade through the air and end this
torture once and for all - which torture? The girl, or him? -
his eyes never left Neeria's, the expression on his dark and
narrow face pulling and twisting at the bruises and cut on his
cheek.

The blood dripped a bit from the slice that Arthur had dabbed
at earlier, but he ignored it. Let it slide down his face; let
it coat him with its heat.

He cared for nothing in this moment save getting this
straightened out. Otherwise, there would be more things for
Arthur to deal with than just one tiny enemy girl.
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Date: Fri Oct 24, 2008 8:24 pm
Quintus


Malcus
 
"What the? What is it, man? Alright, alright! Here you
go, fella. He's a fine animal, Brendyn. Quintus, I'll be
leaving for a while. God speed to you, Brendyn, and to
you, Quintus...and to you too, Titrus. I'll buy all the
ales you can drink when you return."


"Aye, sir!" Quintus put in enthusiastically- the prospect of
being bought a few ales would never disappoint him too much.
And maybe he could get that curfew repealed, too...and the two
twenty-four hour shifts. The Centurion's eyes followed the
Captain as he walked away from the waiting group, until it
became plain that the Captain was headed for the gorgeous
blonde woman over by the tavern. Quintus kept watching out of
the corner of his eye as Barbattus kissed her hand, and she
responded prettily, but then he turned away, feeling a little
touch of, well...it was jealousy, he supposed, and also a
desire to give Barbattus his privacy. She was too delectable a
creature for such as him to do anything but look, Quintus
supposed.

"You were lucky there. Keep that horse under control," Quintus
muttered a bit grumpily to Brendyn, after sidling over to the
soldier, leading his own horse by the reins. It was really a
wonder Barbattus hadn't lashed out at him, too- after all,
when the Captain's blood was up, it was up. Perhaps the
prospect of wooing that blonde woman had brought it a bit down
again, though- or back up in a different way. Quintus allowed
himself a moment of idle lewd imagining at that- but then
snapped himself straight up to attention as the Optio himself
suddenly appeared in the midst of the group.

Amadeus
 
"Good morning. Everything is prepared for the
Commander's riding out, I presume?"


"Yes, Sir!" Quintus responded, tossing off a salute even
though the Optio was a short distance away, closer to Jols,
Darya, and the stable woman than he was to Quintus himself.
The Optio looked in good spirits, which boded well- or maybe
he was just glad that Barbattus, with whom he had clashed
yesterday, would not be going along this time. This time they
were with Arthur, and that, Quintus reckoned, gave them a
greater chance of some success, though all things with the
Woads were chancy.








Tristan

Arthur
 
“Jesus…child…”


And that changed everything. Suddenly something snapped, the
world shifted beneath him, the splatters of blood cleared from
his vision, and he was back in the real world again- the
waking world, with Neeria before him, clinging to Arthur, and
the Commander obviously- well, at least to Tristan's knowing
eyes- causing him discomfort. And more than that- she was
doing exactly as she had done when she had tried to kill him
during the battle, except that now, Tristan was close enough
to damn well do something about it.

Lancelot was a split second ahead of him- but as the First
Knight grabbed one of Neeria's arms and pulled backward,
drawing his sword with the other hand, Tristan sprang to do
likewise on the other side, gripping the Woad's other arm, so
that they jointly hauled her off of their Commander- Lancelot,
as usual, running his mouth irrepressably as he did so.
Tristan was as usual grimly silent- but the bloodlust that had
gripped him a moment ago was gone, dispelled by Arthur's soft
exclamation. Now he was all business, his movements sleek and
efficient, but emotionless. He was doing what needed to be
done.

Lancelot
 
"Little one, remind me again why I should allow you to
touch my commander. I may be less than shit in the eyes
of Rome, but you are even worse than that. Don't give me
a reason to deprive you of your head. Arthur is kind and
too trusting. I am not so - and I will be the one in
charge whilst he's away visiting your magician. You are
lucky to be given into such good care. Do not make me
sorry I followed Arthur's instructions."


"Arthur, you can't just let her go," Tristan grunted, putting
in his own gruff opinion as he held the Woad's arm. Surely
Arthur saw that now- this one was dangerously unpredictable!
If she had the run of the fort, between her and that Fiona
they might as well open up the gates to Merlin! It could so
easily be a disaster- and there was no need to risk it, no
need at all. Just take her to the gates and turf her out-
Arthur needn't even touch a hair of her head. Tristan was
ready to drag her off himself to do just that, should Arthur
so much as hint that that was his wish.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Fri Oct 24, 2008 8:39 pm
Titrus


Titrus was antsy. He was ready to get moving and the waiting
around was starting to get to him. The longer they stayed
immobile, the more time he had to think about leaving his
daughters. He wished the captain was riding with them, but
that wasn't going to happen. Titrus looked at Malcus and
chuckled. The captain could definitely hold himself together
in a scrap.

Malcus
 
God speed to you, Brendyn, and to you, Quintus...and to you too, Titrus. I'll buy all the ales you can drink when you return."


"Thank you, sir," Titrus said and smiled. "Until we return
then."

Malcus nodded and walked away - toward Catherine. Titrus tried
to make eye contact with her. He prayed she wouldn't mention
their earlier...meeting...to the captain. She was a
professional. Titrus could almost be sure that if she
discussed her other clients, she at least wouldn't mention
names - would she? Titrus hoped.

Just then, the optio approached the group. He was finely
dressed in proper Roman military attire, immaculate and alert.
There was no doubt he was a handsome man with, what Titrus
perceived to be, a certain mystique.

Amadeus
 
"Good morning. Everything is prepared for the
Commander's riding out, I presume?"


Quintus
 
"Yes, Sir!"


"Yes, sir!" Titrus said with Quintus in unison. Titrus
saluted.

"Good morning sir, everything is ready to go. We're just
waiting for Commander Castus' arrival," Titrus added. "Shall I
gather the men at the ready so that when Commander Castus
arrives we can be on our way?"
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Date: Fri Oct 24, 2008 8:42 pm
Merlin


Nolan
 
"Merlin, I do not deserve your blessings. I have failed
you, my leader. Mona got next to you without me seeing
or hearing her. If she had harmed you, it would have
been my fault. I should have killed her long ago. The
gods were surely with you that you awakened in time. She
should have never gotten that close. May she burn in the
hottest fires of hell. I will make it up to you with
whatever sacrifice you wish."


"Nolan..." Merlin paused a moment, dropping his eyes and
shaking his head in silent rejection of his second's offer for
sacrifice. His people had had enough sacrifice these last few
days- far too much, in fact. Now was the time for resting, for
rebuilding, either- and in the spring they would come back the
stronger, and never make truce with the Romans again.

"The only sacrifice I ask of you is that you go and help bury
our brothers in arms. I am safe and Mona is dead. That is
enough." The Woad leader glanced down and noticed Eala peering
up at him, her head tilted and her eyes fastened on his lips
in concentration. She had stepped closer to him, probably to
get a good look at his mouth, and he smiled down at her and
lightly touched the top of her head, a gesture of reassurance
and pride- and hope. She was young, she was a great warrior,
and she lived. And there were others like her. The Woads were
far from finished here- they would never stop fighting, not
until they were truly free.

"Go- do your duty to them," the Woad leader added, looking
back up at Nolan solemnly, commandingly.
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Date: Fri Oct 24, 2008 9:13 pm
Karl


Karl snickered as he watched Malcus walk over to the whore and
kiss her hand. Leave it to the captain to treat a whore like a
lady. Karl's opinion was that all women were whores at one
time or another in their lives. They always fucked for
something...money, food, clothes...something

Karl tossed some more nuts into his mouth as he watched the
blond, and chewed. She was a pretty one - not like the ones
working in the tavern - fat or smelly. Karl might have to try
her some time. That is if she could stand to take what he to
offer. He had a girl that he favored because he could pay her
enough to keep quiet and let him do to her what he wanted to.
He looked at Catherine and clicked his teeth. She might not
let him to do her what the other bitch did. The thought of her
rebuffing him turned the tall Roman on.

Fortunately, Karl's thoughts were interupted by the arrival of
optio Scipio. Karl regarded him warily, thinking the optio
looked prim and proper-like a trussed up Christmas goose. Karl
hated authority and pretty much anyone who out-ranked him, of
course with the exception of Captain Barbattus. Those in
authority, in Karl's opinion, were snobby and looked down
their noses thinking others were beneath them. However, Karl
thought, they were the ones that were worthless. That's why
Karl liked to steal from them.

Amadeus
 
"Good morning. Everything is prepared for the
Commander's riding out, I presume?"


"I'll be glad to get on with it," Karl muttered not loudly but
audibly.

The tall soldier placed one foot in the stirrup and swung his
other leg over Brutus, sliding into the saddle and fitting the
reins into his hands.
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Date: Fri Oct 24, 2008 9:37 pm
Linnette


Mari
 
"No- no ink. I'll use this pencil and charcoal for the
drawing. Ink just smudges on me. How big should it be do
you think? Do you want it large enough for a hanging or
for a small picture frame? This paper is really very,
very good. It's very kind of you to trust me to do this
Lady Linnette. I've never really had any...purpose being
here. I just started rebuilding my mother's old cottage
just outside the fortress walls and Milan is so very
good to me, and now you are asking me to do this
precious thing for you. I feel very greatful for all of
it. I might...wait to take them. I wuoldn't like them
to...fall..."


"Oh- of course. You can start on those sheets and I'll give
you the good ones whenever you're ready." Linnette agreed
readily to Mari's suggestion- it seemed a sensible enough
precaution- and reached over across the desk to take the good
sheets back, stacking them together neatly before putting them
back in the drawer. It was obscurely comforting to immerse
herself in things right now- to fuss with the arrangement of
things instead of having to think about larger matters. The
size of the portrait was a suitably picky detail to think
about, too...

"Mmm...perhaps about...this big?" Linnette held up her hands
before her, an illustratie distance apart, demonstrating a
size about equal to both of her hands together- or a little
more. "But really, as big or small as you feel comfortable
with will be fine- I don't know anything at all about
drawing," she confessed with a sheepish shrug as she stepped
around the desk. "Just do what seems good to you." An
encouraging smile to Mari, then, as she began to usher her
back out the door. This time, she grabbed her cloak from the
hook, though- and on a whim, backtracked a step to snatch the
small book Drake had lent her from the desk as well. If they
were about to ask as great favor of Dagonet as they were-
well, she had promised to read to him, and what better time
than as he sat for his sort-of-portrait?

"Here- we'll take the back door," Linnette ushered Mari not
toward the kitchen again, but this time out the back door in
the stairwell, and down the side street lined with the
storehouses that held all manner of goods for the fort- the
ones that the Woads had rifled through at the first attack.
The supply situation wasn't so critical now as it had been for
a while, but they weren't quite up to full capacity yet.

"So who's Milan?" Linnette asked curiously as she led the way
with quick steps to the infirmary, more to make conversation
than anything else- though she was certainly curious to know
more about some of the various things that Mari's flying
tongue had mentioned in passing.








Linnesse

Cassidy
 
"I have no idea who Ione is. The woman said her name was
Catherine. She had blonde hair, if that helps..."


A blonde woman named Catherine? Linnesse didn't think she
could shed any light on that- even if they had the name wrong
somehow, Ione was dark-haired- and she shrugged a bit
helplessly, looking from little girl to bigger girl to Drake-
but the man, it seemed, recognized the name, in fact found it
downright amusing- though he seemed strangely reluctant to say
out loud what he was thinking. He leaned in closer to
Linnesse, to whisper in her ear, and Linnesse, thinking of his
stern expression when he had sent her scurrying last night,
had to repress the urge to twitch nervously away. She managed
it, though she still felt an uncomfortable squirm of her skin
at his very near presence. It just...wasn't comfortable.
Wasn't reassuring. It screamed "strange man", which was more
than enough to set Linnesse's nerves on edge.

Drake
 
"She's a...she's a...wait a moment. A moment?"


"Yes?" Admittedly curious, Linnesse followed Drake a few paces
away from the girls' bed, though her whole body felt tense and
umcomfortable with it. She was exasperated with herself, too-
frustrated with the fact that she couldn't seem to just walk
up to people and command them, the way her sister could.
Linnette would never have been sidetracked, would have had
Drake out of the infirmary a long time ago by now- except that
Linnette was blind to this particular man's dangers, and it
fell to Linnesse, who had never had her courage, to do as best
she might here.

"She's a what?" Linnesse demanded of Drake once they were out
of immediate earshot of the girls, wanting to get past this
pointless nonsense about "Catherine" and on to why she had
spoken to Drake in the first place- even if she had no idea at
all how to get there or what, exactly, she would say.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Fri Oct 24, 2008 9:37 pm
Brendyn


As Brendyn wound the reins of his horse around the nearby
post, he had heard Malcus's compliment on what a fine animal
Tyranus was. Brendyn could not have agreed more, and slightly
smiled. After such a fight, he had half expected Malcus to all
off and shout at him for the antics of his horse, but
something had calmed the Captain even as he had given Tyranus
a bit of a treat. Brendyn gaze lifted to rest on the blonde in
view of the stables. She did not interest him, but it seemed
that she had caught the sight of Malcus. The young soldier was
not blind to the fact that, the way she acted and drew
attention from practically every man in the stables and the
area, she was a prostitute. It was plain in her every
'selling' movement. All the young soldier could think of was
Veronica, his love, who was far from where he was. There were
times when he just wanted to hold her, and tell her that he
loved her, but Antonius had sent her to Rome, and that was the
last he saw of her. Brendyn turned his gaze back to the
Captain as he turned to address them.....

Malcus
 
"Quintus, I'll be leaving for a while. God speed to you Brendyn, and to you Quintus...and to you too, Titrus.  I'll buy all the ales you can drink when you return.


Quintus
 
"Aye, sir!"


Brendyn smiled at the prospect of a good ale upon return,
"Aye!" Was all he got out along with a chest strike in salute
to Malcus as he left the stables and headed across the street,
and kept his eyes low as he watched Malcus interact with the
young woman. Brendyn was ready to return to softly correcting
Tyranus for the antic, and had not noticed that Quintus had
come up beside him. There seemed to be a slightly grumpy tone
to the Centurion's voice...

Quintus
 
"You were lucky there. Keep that horse under control,"


"Aye sir," Brendyn looked at the other man in a sort of
confused way. Tyranus had done nothing wrong like kicking over
pails, or running wildly about, or biting the folks standing
about, all he had done was to see it the Captain was alright.
The Centurion was right as well: Malcus could have blow up at
he and the horse... but he hadn't. "I am sorry sir...he really
meant no harm," Brendyn replied firmly as he stroked his
beloved horse's neck. Brendyn truly loved the horse, and had
trained him to be a fine war horse. What Tyranus had done was
part of something that he had taught the horse to do: After or
during a battle or mission, Tyranus would nudge him to see if
Brendyn could move or not as well as sense the injuries, kneel
or lie down so that Brendyn, if he was injured, could climb on
the horse's back, and be carried off for help. Horses had a
unique sense about them that enabled them to sense severe
injury, fear, danger or illness, and this plus what he had
taught the horse was useful so far.

Though this was not one of those times appearently.

Though the Captain had mentioned he was alright, the black
arab mix had walked over to make sure Malcus was alright
anyway. If he had bitten the Captain, or showed bad
temperment, that would have been different. Instead of trying
to explain all of this to Quintus, Brendyn simply said, 'It
won't happen again.' Brendyn's eyes fell on the Centurion's
own horse that he was leading out of the stables. It was a
beauty just like all the rest of them. The young man had
always loved horses, so when he had a chance to retrain
Tyranus, he jumped at the chance. The animal had proven
himself time and again in battle....even to placing himself
between his injured master and an arrow once. The horse had
received only a small wound over the left shoulder, but had
survived.

Brendyn fell quiet letting the gentle advice of Quintus sink
in a bit when another man showed up at the stables as cheery
as though he had had ten wenches the night before. Eyes
watched the Optio as he moved to join the group with a cheery
greeting...

Amadeus
 
"Good morning." "Everything is prepared for the
Commander's riding out I presume?"


Jols
 
"Yes, everything's all set and ready."


Quintus
 
"Yes, Sir!"


Brendyn saluted the Optio with a strike on his chest. Don't
speak until spoken to... Brendyn stood proudly next to his
horse, and observed the cheery attitude of the Optio. Well, at
least he had not come in in a bad mood. The young soldier had
made doubly sure that he and his horse were ready for his new
Commander. Jols and the rest had done good at getting their
gear and supplies ready as well. The Optio's cheery demeanor
was almost infectious, and it lightened his spirit's slightly.
This was his first mission under Arthur's Command, and he
wanted to make sure that he was ready. Tyranus seemed to feel
the importance of this newcomer as well, and perked his ears
forward and stood as if waiting for a military inspection....
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Author: Darya
Date: Sat Oct 25, 2008 3:23 am
Neeve


The atmosphere in the small cell was getting more and more
unpredictable with every second. Neeria had made the worst of
all choices when she had tried to kill Arthur of all. This
fact would hover over her head forever…and none of the persons
present would ever forget about it. Neeve knew that both
knights next to her were more than ready and willing to get
rid of Neeria…and the healer also knew that it wouldn’t need
much for them to do just that. And yet Arthur was still being
ever so kind to the Woad though Neeve was sure he was very
aware of the increasing anger of the three loyal souls behind
him.

Tristan
 
"You should slit her throat,"


Interesting thought. Neeve couldn’t help but smirk slightly at
the scout’s words. His disgust against Neeria seemed to be
even worse than her own. And his words obviously put the Woad
over the edge. She shrieked like an animal…again… And threw
herself at Arthur. AGAIN!

Right, that’s it…, the raven-haired woman thought grimly as
her eyes narrowed dangerously and her whole body tensed…

Arthur
 
“Jesus…child…”


…and suddenly everything happened very fast. Lancelot and
Tristan sprang forward, pulled Neeria off Arthur and held the
Woad in a tight grip in a safe distance from their
Commander…both with their blades ready to strike. Neeve just
needed an instant longer…then moved as well…

…and was by Arthur’s side within the blink of an eye. She
gently but firmly urged the Roman a step backwards and her
blue gaze immediately was on the part of the Commander’s
armour under which she knew his injury was. Neeria had clung
to him just there… Coincidence? Or another damn attempt to
kill him with her 'fear' only covering her true intentions??
Oh, it wouldn’t surprise Neeve…not at all…

“Are you okay? Did she hurt you?”, the healer asked Arthur and
lifted her gaze to let it lock with the Roman’s. “It should
have been like this from the very beginning of
this…conversation…”, the Briton then added and pointed at
Tristan and Lancelot keeping the prisoner in a safe grip, yet
her eyes never left Arthur’s face. She knew him long enough to
know that he was not happy with the situation…but he should
know those around him long enough to not be surprised by it
either. The healer heard Lancelot having a serious word with
Neeria…but her focus was on their Commander. The woman’s urge
to protect him in her own way was stronger than ever. Neeve
knew that the Roman was not at his best; he was
injured…weakened, despite his pride probably making him almost
ignorant to this fact. And Neeria’s little show here was
costing him strength…strength he would need for that damn
meeting with Merlin. The Briton clenched her jaw at the
thought. A thought she still didn’t like…and never would.

Tristan
 
"Arthur, you can't just let her go,"


Neeve’s eyes still lingered on the Roman when Tristan spoke.
She tilted her head a little and raised both eyebrows to
silently second the scout’s words. She had several reasons to
prefer Neeria staying right where she was…in the dungeons:
should the Woad do anything stupid when outside, it was likely
that Neeve would be held responsible for the actions in the
end; after all, Arthur had put the Woad in her 'care'.

The healer wrinkled her nose slightly at the thought and
sniffed quietly.

And should anything happen to Neeria, it would prolly be her,
too, who had to answer to Arthur about it when he returned. If
he returns. Not to mention that Neeve would feel more than
just uncomfortable with a Woad attached to her for who knew
how long. Not good for her mood…nor for her reputation.
Especially not these days.

Damn it all.









Darya

Tatiana
 
"It wasn't that it was a bad idea..I just didn't feel
that it was quite right for me or that I wasn't quite
suited for it, really. I don't know..I just felt more
drawn to the animals I suppose, than I was to the
plants. Being a healer is an ok profession, it
just..didn't..fit or feel right to me…I suppose that
I'll find them out for myself later..Since I've got
plenty of time to decide that, really."


Darya gave the girl a wry smile and nodded pensively. She
envied Tatiana for actually having the chance to pick a work
of her own choice…to actively change her fate and future. Did
Tatiana even know how lucky she was? The Sarmatian licked her
lips stiffly and was just about to say something when her dark
gaze spotted Optio Scipio entering the courtyard, approaching
the group by the stables as he did so. So he was riding out
again, too? According to the way he was dressed he was… Darya
sniffed quietly and wondered who would be left in charge of
the Fortress then…with the Commander and his Optio gone. Only
two names popped into her mind for that: Lancelot and
Barbattus.

Amadeus
 
"Good morning. Everything is prepared for the
Commander's riding out I presume?"


The men immediately replied…and the female Sarmatian, too,
automatically greeted Scipio with a quiet but polite “Good
morning, Sir…” herself. However, much to Darya’s surprise,
even Tatiana addressed the Roman, introducing herself to him
as she did so. The dark-haired watched the scene…curious about
how the Optio would react to such an informal approach of a
girl he most likely had never seen before. To her, Scipio
appeared like a man who set value on being addressed in a way
fitting his rank. Though Tatiana apparently had no idea whom
she was talking to. Well, perhaps she would get the benefit of
the doubt…
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Sat Oct 25, 2008 7:00 am
Dagonet


Dagonet watched her, a smile still upon his lips. She had
doubts... he could see it plainly. He knew her and wondered
what made her even consider this. What was the reason of this?
Why was she thinking about changing herself?

Was it because of him? Was it because of something he had told
her some time ago? Was it because of his state? Or she just
wanted to try something else than fighting?

Her character would never change and for that also Dagonet
loved Saoirse. He loved her for who she was... Would a change
from a fighting woman into a healer would change her
completely?

Saoirse
 
"Well I read the books tha' are in the back rooms here.
The makin' of ointments and poultices's quite
interestin' but I'm not sure 'bout bein' the one
t'administer them. I'd as soon lop off an arm than treat
it if someone was t'annoy me. S'just somethin' I thought
of takin' up instead of mercenary work ye know?"


Dagonet breathed a small laugh at this... But as she tried
somehow to explaine this he found himself watching her
carefully searching for the answers he asked himself in his
mind. But there was also a question in her eyes.

He cleared his throat searching for the right words to say,
but he didn't know what to say in truth.

This would not change anything in him.. the feelings he felt
for her. It would not change his love. But would it change
her? Would she become somebody else? He could not even imagine
her as a calm woman, mixing herbs, making teas and so. He
looked away from her for a second puting some of the food
inside his mouth.

"Is this you really want, Saorise?" he asked after a moment of
silence. "Is there any other reason of this?" he looked back
at her awaiting her answer.

Cause he didn't want see her change the way she always were
for some trival reason or because of him.









Mirtha

Dungeons...

Mirtha was used to the look of them, wet, dark and cold. The
echoed sounds all over. In summary, Mirtha hated it. Entering
with three soldiers escorting him was one of many similar
points in his life. Romans were too impatient for his taste...
or was it because of his temper? Well it was not that
important... He hated dark, cold places.

Karl
 
"Step it up, Ah, you're tending to the Woad bitch, eh?
You should let her die. Give me 10 minutes with her and
I'd make sure she'd wish she was dead. Carry on."


He hated Romans...

The stablemaster looked with a frown upon Karl. Fucking Roman
was geting on his nerves.

Quintus
 
"Keep your mind on the fuckin' job, Karl,"


A thight firm grasp upon his arm tightened and Mirtha frowned
looking at Quintus... but kept himself shut this time. The
cell he went into was small, but he didn't care much about it.
Once he settled in it, stablemaster looked back at the
soldiers who brought him here as they spoke something more.

Quintus
 
"Probably won't be long, man- the Captain'll get over it
soon enough, but I wouldn't talk to him like that again,
Joy of the day,"


They left and Mirtha shook his head.

"Yhea, right. Fucking joy"

He lifted his head and put a cloth already soaked with his
blood, to his nose. The other hand came to touch it. The nose
was broken and felt very strange under his fingertips. It
hurted... He should probably set it... He sighed with
iritation and pushed hard both hands upon the nose, before it
came to the right place. A loud grunt left him at this.
Blood run more freely down and Mirtha leaned over the floor.

"Fuck..."

Mirtha waited for the moment when the blood stopped and he
sighed before crossing arms on his chest and leaning over the
wall once again. Closed his eyes and waited... He wondered how
long would he have to stay here, before that fucking captain
will let him out.

He cursed too much recently. Ah! Fuck it... he thought and
tried to get some sleep.
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