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October 2008
Topic Started: May 1 2010, 05:17 PM (3,204 Views)
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Author: lady ione
Date: Tue Oct 28, 2008 6:08 pm
Ione


Linnesse
 
"Really?"


Ione nodded and moved her hand so that the other woman could
feel the movements as well. She watched as the healer placed a
gentle hand lightly on her stomach. The dresses she had worn
were loose, and it had hidden the roundness of her stomach
from everyone's view. Ione was not married, and to be pregnant
without a husband to speak of was unheard of, so she had tried
to hide all this time. There was Adian, but that had only been
once, and then he had gone off to fall in love with Thorn.

The only other one she had slept with was Javier.

As Ione thought of who the father could have been, she felt
Linnesse place a bit more pressure on her stomach, her face
full of concentration. By then, the movements had stopped, and
Ione felt a twinge of disappointment. She was sure there had
been something. Even while she had slept, she had felt
movements, but had she been dreaming? As Linnesse finally
removed her hand, Ione watched her sit back down...

Linnesse
 
"I...I don't know." "I don't even know if that's
possible- do you want me to ask Sister Margaret what she
thinks?"


'Is she back yet?' Ione asked in a soft whisper. 'If so, yes,
We should see what she thinks.'

Ione closed her eyes, then opened them again. She did not know
who the father was. As her thoughts rambled, one thought came
through the others: Matteus. He had been a Roman stationed at
the fort, and had been the only Roman to really take an
interest in her. She was never sure if what they had felt was
true love, but it had been nice to be loved none the less.
Matteus? For a moment the Roman lover's name came to her
mind....the brief affair they had had... the way he had died.
Ione shivered for a moment as the lost memory came back to
her. She had forgotten him as they had been lovers for a very
very short time.

"Titrus came to visit me before he left...on the mission...."
Ione said with a sweet smile. She did not know why she brought
it up except that the visit had left warm feelings inside her.
If it had not been for him and what he had told her, Ione
would have refused to let Ian go...
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Tue Oct 28, 2008 8:37 pm
Malcus Barbattus


She was beautiful. Everything about her was beautiful - her
luscious blond hair, her twinkling green eyes, her thin,
delicious slips and her small feminine hands with long slender
fingers. The captain liked just looking at her. For now, he
was the cat and she was the mouse. Malcus liked the idea of
chasing Catherine for a while, but soon, he'd want to catch
her. Oh yes, catch her in his trap. The thought made him
smile. And it made him harden.

Barbattus followed Catherine into the tavern, holding the door
for her and walking slightly behind her so he could watch the
way she moved beneath the fabrics of her dress. The captain
was an ass man and Catherine had a nice ass. Thankfully, she
chose a table toward the rear of the tavern where they might
better enjoy their privacy. The gorgeous flower unhooked her
cloak even though the warmth of the fire did not reach where
they sat. Malcus noticed the delicate swell of her bosom and
the ample cleavage, all viewable because of her wicked red
bodice.

The beauty blew on her hands for warmth and looked up at
Malcus, her thick, long lashlashes accenting her eyes.

Catherine
 
"Dare I presume that imprisoned stablemasters have
nothing to do with angels or dreams in your life,
Captain Barbattus?"


Malcus sat down beside her and raised his eyebrows, smiling.

"Ay, so the lady knows this brute then, does she?" he asked.
"And how might that be? I hope that whatever you've heard was
at least...satisfactory" the captain said with obvious
connotation. He raised his hand to summon a bar wench.

"You appear to be cold, my lady. I'd be more than happy to
warm your hands myself," he said, flashing perfect teeth.

"But first, what would the lady like - to quench her thirst?"
the captain asked devilishly.

Oh how he loved the chase!
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Author: Kayla
Date: Wed Oct 29, 2008 12:10 am

Micah


The way that Kayley was talking to Smith was the way that he
had only ever wanted her to talk to him. Their gestures and
facial expressions were what he wanted with her, instead of
this petty silence that he had kept for so long, which was
only eating away at him now. He knew it was foolish, that he
himself was a foolish man for even falling in love in the
first place, when there wasn't any guarantee of the future or
what life could hold. They were warriors and he wasn't one
that liked to sit around pretending that tomorrow he might not
be dead and that everything he had thought today would be
instantly gone because he himself would be gone from this
earth.

At least he was content with being friends with her, letting
his protective side for her come out, even when she didn't
realize it. Micah looked after her and he always had, even
before he realized that he was in love with her. But now,
seeing her arms wrapped around him and sitting on the horse
behind him, his emotions only proceeded to do him in, make him
want to curse himself for even letting this happen. It was
natural, of course - he was a man and Kayley was a beautiful
girl, one that meant more to him than almost anything and one
that he would be damned to see hurt or in pain, even if he
himself had to go through it. But maybe ... maybe she didn't
need him. Not when she had Smith, who was taking up quite a
lot of her attention and despite his best efforts to keep his
gaze away from them, the blond woad couldn't help but swing a
couple of looks here and there. It only proved to make his
mood worse, silently brooding to himself and only the
stiffness in his shoulders was any indication that something
was wrong.

He was all too good at hiding how he felt and it had gotten
him nowhere. But, seeing Kayley lean forward and give Smith a
kiss on his cheek was almost his breaking point ... almost.
His eyes showed what was almost betrayal, although he realized
that she didn't know that he loved her and that even if she
did, there was nothing that told him that she would ever love
him back. Becoming disillusioned to the things that he wanted
most would probably be his downfall, the thing that killed him
and yet, he hardly cared. It was as if there were only two
things on his mind - fight for his people and fight for and
with Kayley. It seemed that, concerning the latter, he had
only been so good as to fight his feelings and just spilling
them out. Maybe it was rejection that he was afraid of or the
thought that tomorrow, either of them could have been gone in
an instant, just fighting against their enemies.

Whichever it was, Micah didn't stop to try and figure out. His
frown increased as he watched them and he shook his head
slightly, gathering up his things and started moving in the
direction that their party was going, to bury the men that had
been killed and then return home, where it would be as if
nothing had changed or was changing right now.










Fiona

Fiona had been in the infirmary at least twice since she had
come to the fort and both of those times, it hadn't been
because she was injured. She had always tagged along with
someone else, the first time with Adian, since she herself had
managed to injure him by nicking him with a sword. It had made
her feel guilty, to say the least and coming along with him
when he had his wound looked at had been what she had chosen
to do. And then, of course, the second time was with Galahad,
when she hadn't been as welcomed as the first time. Actually,
being told to go away had seemed to be the theme of that time
in the infirmary but the woad hadn't listened, which was how
she had been since the time she was born. It was hard getting
a young person to listen but even harder when that person was
stubborn and didn't care what someone thought about her.
Especially when she was all too determined to supply her help.
Whether or not she was actually helpful wasn't even something
that she questioned herself, since in her eagerness, she
didn't stop to think about whether she might have done better
by staying away.

But, coming to the infirmary on her own, it was like a whole
new world. She had seen it twice before but both of those
times it hadn't been about her and this time, it was and she
was confused as to what she should even do. The expression on
her face clearly showed that, as well, as the young woman
looked around, still clutching her hand to her chest and
wondering who could help her. It wasn't hard to distinguish
the patients from the healers, mostly and thinking that she
had spotted one, Fiona moved along towards her, thinking about
how she could ask for help. She just plain wasn't used to
doing this and the worry that she had been feeling before
about Tristan was spilling over into this new situation that
she had gotten herself in to.

Alina
 
"Fiona? Are you okay? Oh, goodness, Here, sit. Sit. What
happened?"


A woman's voice broke though and she turned to see that it was
Alina speaking to her. She remembered the woman, of course,
since Galahad had gotten her to treat a stomach wound that he
had caused on the first night she had spent in Badon, after
being in the dungeon for a period of time. It had been the
only time she had talked to Alina, and it seemed reminiscent
that now, in the infirmary, she was about to treat Fiona's
wounds again. Wincing a bit as her wrist was grasped gently by
the other woman, Fiona simply nodded when she was told to sit
down and did so, the empty cot sinking a bit underneath her
slight weight and adjusting to fit her comfortably. The nail
in her palm wasn't the worst injury she had ever gotten but
the pain shooting through her hand could have been called
anything other than pleasant.

"I ... um. I tripped and fell." The woad looked a little
sheepish, since it had been everything that was on her mind
that had caused her to not pay attention and thus, end up with
a nail sticking out of her hand. "Will it hurt when you take
it out?" The worry was clearly there and it was as if she had
never been a warrior of Merlin's, as if she was exactly her
age and hadn't been placed with a big responsibility such as
fighting for her people and not getting herself killed. She
wasn't a fighter ... she wasn't Merlin's daughter in this
instant - she was just a girl that was confused and not sure
of anything at the moment.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Wed Oct 29, 2008 7:14 am
Tristan


Lancelot
 
"Which one this time?"


Arthur
 
“Tristan, Lancelot…hand the girl over to Neeve…you both
shall remain with me."


Tristan scowled slightly beneath his hanging braids, glad
enough to be getting rid of the Woad for now, but still
mistrusting the situation, especially as Derfel hadn't been
fetched yet. Well, at least she hadn't started screaming for
him today. In fact, it seemed he had given her a scare back in
the cells- which could only be a good thing. Well, a good
thing in this case, but it brought back memories of when he
had treated Einin almost so, had even struck her, and how
wrong that was. How good only for intimidation he was, turned
by Rome into a tool for frightening their enemies. A slave.

No matter. He would not have done it differently- this Neeria
had tried to kill Arthur and that was that. Now, Tristan
squeezed her upper arm, hard and warningly, before releasing
her with a light push in Neeve's direction. He met the
healer's eyes as he did so, a hard look that told her silently
that he was there for her, would help her with this if needed-
at least if and when he came back from this mission. He hoped
very sincerely that Derfel was up to the task of guarding
Neeria, and not too trusting. The Woad woman couldn't be given
an inch.

But he had to let go of her now, leave things to how they
would turn out. Neeve and Neeria moved away together, and he,
Lancelot, and Arthur turned towards the main courtyard where
the horses and the rest of the men still waited, ready to ride
out and try again to talk with Merlin. As the three men
walked, Tristan caught up with Arthur in response to his
gesture and took up his place on the Commander's left side,
letting Lancelot take the other.

Arthur
 
"Tristan, what of this Woad from yesterday?”


"I think I know who helped the little one escape," Tristan
said flatly, glancing sideways at Arthur and then back in
front of him, across the courtyard.

"Fiona." He was silent for a couple of steps, letting the
impact of that name fall for a moment. Fiona was here in the
fort precisely because she was said to want no part in the war
between Woads and Romans, but why would that prevent her from
helping a countrywoman escape? She was a danger to have
around, too.

"They said it was a girl. What other girl here would do that?"
Tristan shot another look over to Arthur, then to Lancelot,
challenging this time, almost daring them to contradict him.
It made a great deal of sense- and nothing else did.

"Caught her poking around the dungeon last night- when I asked
her about it, she looked guilty." Tristan nodded and returned
his eyes to the front. That was what really sealed it for him-
she had looked and acted guilty when confronted. She had done
it- helped the prisoner escape. She might very well do the
same for Neeria, given the chance, and basically, Arthur
shouldn't allow her in the fort, either, peaceful or not. She
might not actually be a fighter, but clearly she wasn't above
a little deception to further her people's cause.










Linnesse

Ione
 
"Is she back yet? If so, yes, we should see what she
thinks. Titrus came to visit me before he left...on the
mission..."


"Oh?" Linnesse paused again, halfway around the bed; Ione had
a sweet, rather dreamy smile on her face as she mentioned her
visitor, whoever he was. Linnesse recalled what Linnette had
told her about Ione- that she seemed to have a new man she was
in love with every week. This particular one was apparently
the source of some kind of happy memory for Ione, though, and
Linnesse thought that could only be good, at a time like this.

"Who's Titrus?" she asked disingenuously. Perhaps if she could
get Ione talking for a moment about something that pleased
her- Linnesse was almost sure that the movement Ione had felt
had not been a baby, but rather her hopeful imagination
playing tricks. Eventually the realization of the truth would
have to fall- but maybe it could be softened a little.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Wed Oct 29, 2008 8:53 am
Ione


Gods above! Ione felt like she could have kicked herself for
even mentioning the wonderful, though short, visit from the
handsome Lieutenant. They had been friends for a long time,
and it had been one of her best kept secrets. Sometimes, it
seemed she really did not want to keep it as a secret as
Titrus was one of the dearest friends she had plus he was a
brave Officer in Arthur's military. He was worth telling
others about, but there was also the way some of those at the
fort saw her: as a young woman who just had crushes on any man
who gave her the time of day. Since she had been at the fort,
Ione had watched others fall in love, and had often wondered
what it was like to have a true love like that. Her heart had
searched, yearned for an honest love...someone who'd respect
and care for her.

Ione's heart was starved for love, and it kept searching.

She had cast her heart out to so many, and had gotten nothing
in return. When Javier came along, she felt he had been the
answer to her dreams... even to the point of loving her for
who she was. But even he had not been loyal. Where Titrus was
concerned, their friendship had developed naturally, and he
could make her laugh, blush and just feel like a lady. With
these thoughts, Ione turned her gaze to Linnesse as the woman
spoke...

Linnesse
 
"Oh?" "Who's Titrus?"


Ione's hand went back to her stomach and rubbed it absently,
the sweet smile vanishing. She thought for a moment on how to
say this without making it sound like there was more to it.
"He is a Lieutenant in Arthur's army, and is a dear friend of
mine," Ione looked down at her hands that were now just
resting on the nicely round stomach. That was a sufficient
enough explanation she thought. The weaver turned her eyes to
Linnesse and met her gaze with a subtle pleading gaze to it.

"Linnesse... I-I know what others would think if this got
out.... that it is some stupid crush I have, but all we are
are friends... please don't tell anyone ? " Ione gave a sad,
soft sigh wishing she could honestly come out and say how she
felt, but having done that in the past had led to nothing but
unhappiness. She did not want to get her hopes up if he did
not feel the same about her and was in love with another.
Okay, so there were times when she'd see him in the distance
and just want to run up and throw her arms about him, and just
tell him how proud she was of him, and that he meant a lot to
her....but what if he was like all of the others and just
walked off with a laugh, and she'd never see him again, plus
everyone would laugh at her for being so foolish.

Ione was about to say something else, when Sister Margaret
reappeared in the doorway, and had closed the door behind her.
The nun looked at Linnesse then at Ione, "When you are ready,
Ione, I will show you where we have buried Ian. 'Tis a lovely
spot,' The nun finished. Whens he noticed Ione's hand on her
stomach, she looked questioningly at both women, "Are you
feeling alright, dear?"

Ione frowned as she spoke, "I-I think I felt some
movement...."
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Wed Oct 29, 2008 10:20 am
Linnesse


Ione
 
"He is a Lieutenant in Arthur's army, and is a dear
friend of mine. Linnesse...I- I know what others would
think if this got out...that it is some stupid crush I
have, but all we are are friends...please don't tell
anyone ?"


"All right, Ione- I won't tell," Linnesse held up her hands
defensively, as if to show she meant no harm, which she
didn't. If Ione felt as strongly about it as she apparently
did, Linnesse would keep her secret- though she did wonder why
it had to be such a secret. Everyone knew Ione had a new
object of her affections, or "friend", or whatever, very
frequently. Why was this one to be kept under wraps? Linnesse
wasn't sure...but she certainly didn't want to upset the other
woman at a time like this, so she was prepared to offer all
the reassurance that was necessary. At that moment, though,
Sister Margaret knocked softly on the door and then opened it,
saving Linnesse the trouble of answering further.

Sister Margaret
 
"When you are ready, Ione, I will show you where we have
buried Ian. 'Tis a lovely spot. Are you feeling alright,
dear?"


Ione
 
"I- I think I felt some movement..."


The nun shot Linnesse a questioning glance, but Linnesse could
only shrug a bit helplessly.

"I felt it and...well, I don't know," Linnesse put in,
stepping closer to the bed as Sister Margaret did likewise,
peering down at Ione.

"You mean movement like a baby moving?" the nun asked
skeptically, now laying her own hand against Ione's stomach.
She left it there for a moment, then drew it back, a puzzled
frown on her face.

"Are you in any pain? Any more bleeding?" Her eyes included
Linnesse in the question, too, but Linnesse could only shake
her head helplessly- not that she knew of. But then, this was
rather outside the realm of her experience at all.
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Wed Oct 29, 2008 11:34 am
Tayala and Tatiana


Amadeus
 
"That's a good girl." "Girl - there are two other horses
in the stall next to mine. A mulish grey and a fine
legged grey also. See to them for me, hm?" "Walk the
finer of the two - do not ride her, she's tempermental
at best. Feed and brush them both for me."


Catching the coppers that were tossed in her direction from
the Optio, Tayala was surprised but happy at the coins that he
gave her for the horses.

"Yes, My Lord. I'll take very good care of them, sir." She
said nodding her head respectfully but polietly at Amadeus
before leaving his audience to do as he requested.

Tatiana, standing next to Darya, watched intently as Jols
introduced her to him, not knowing that she was Tatiana's
little niece, while she brought out Amadeus' horse saddled and
ready for the mission leaving her alone with the Optio.

She was quite shocked to see Tayala in the fort, but was very
surprised as well as stunned by the two different ways that
each man treated her.

Amadeus treated Tayala in a very kind way. Jols, on the other
hand, I'm not exactly sure why he left her there while he went
to his own horse. Tatiana thought as she watched all three
interact with each other and gave her alot to think about
later.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Wed Oct 29, 2008 1:56 pm

Ione


Linnesse
 
"All right, Ione- I won't tell,"


'Thank you...'

Linnesse's upraised hand made Ione fall silent.

A number of thoughts ran through her head, but none of them
was more important right now than she and her child...if there
still was one in there. What she had said about Titrus was the
truth and she'd let it at that. She hoped that this was
another child moving inside her. Ione had always wanted to be
a mother, and now all of her hope and prayers were that the
movement inside her was another child. She lie still as the
nun and Linnesse moved toward her again to recheck what was
going on. All Ione could think of was that this had to be
another child, and how much less her sorrows would be if it
was indeed a twin. The weaver looked anxiously from Sister
Margaret to Linnesse and back hoping for some good news.

She could really use some good news right now...

Sister Margaret
 
"You mean movement like a baby moving?" "Are you in any
pain? Any more bleeding?"


Linnesse
 
"I felt it and...well, I don't know,"


Ione still kept her hand there while the nun placed her hand
over the graceful curve of her stomach to see if she could
feel any movement. "There is not much pain left at all...just
a dull throb..." At first, Ione saw the nun draw her hand back
with a frown. Just then there was a movement over on Ione's
right side, and the weaver took the nun's hand and moved it
over the spot. Whatever it was moved a few more times, and
this time, the nun felt it. She looked at Ione and then at
Linnesse with the frown still there, 'It can't be...' Sister
Margaret shook her head. There was something alright. "It is
either a miracle, or something...." She fell silent again
keeping her hand on Ione's stomach.

Ione raised an eyebrow and looked from one woman to the
other...
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Wed Oct 29, 2008 6:47 pm

Linnesse


Ione
 
"There is not much pain left at all...just a dull
throb..."


Sister Margaret
 
"It can't be...it is either a miracle, or something..."


"A miracle?" Linnesse started forward, looking down at Sister
Margaret's hand still on Ione's stomach, then up into the
nun's face. "What...what do you mean?" She took a step
backward, now, reaching behind her for the chair, and plopped
herself rather ungracefully down into it once her hand
contacted the wooden back. She felt a bit shaky- rather
drained by all this, even though she was the healer here, not
the one going through all this. It had been uphill and
downhill, emotionally, all morning, and Linnesse, frankly,
didn't understand how Ione was handling it so well. Had it
been her, she would probably still have been in tears.

Sister Margaret now removed her hand and sat carefully down on
the end of Ione's bed, the mattress shifting under her weight
as she carefully eased herself into position. She crossed her
arms in front of her, her expression thoughtful, and faced
Ione across the blanket's soft surface.

"Well...from that bump, it does look and feel like you're
still with child, dear." Sister Margaret shrugged
expressively, then unfolded her arms and held up a hand in
caution.

"And it could happen- twins, and you lose one, but the other
goes on. But there's probably no way to be sure except by
waiting- if you keep growing and feeling movement, then you'll
know. Now..." the nun leaned forward now, holding up a
cautionary single finger.

"If you want to keep this baby, it looks like you'll have to
be extra careful. Keep off your feet as much as possible-
you're a weaver, yes, so you can do your work sitting down?
Good. Well, try to avoid walking long distances or getting too
tired if you can, and..." the nun's face became somewhat
pinched, as if she was deciding how to phrase a delicate
subject.

"No lying with men, if you've got a choice about it, dear.
That's probably best." Sister Margaret's mouth twisted to the
side somewhat skeptically, as if unsure how Ione would react
to that news. In the chair beside the bed, Linnesse leaned
forward slightly and listened intently to the nun's words,
storing them all up in her memory until she should need them
again, or to ask questions about later- as she always did when
a topic new to her was being discussed in the course of her
infirmary working and learning.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Thu Oct 30, 2008 8:55 am
Ione


Ione watched Sister Margaret with some curiosity as the nun
spoke of a miracle and seemed to be somewhat shocked by what
could have been the movement of another baby.

Linnesse
 
"A miracle?" "What...what do you mean?"


Yes, what did she mean? Ione looked over at Linnesse who
seemed about to faint, but thankfully made it to the chair and
sat down. The young weaver did not know what to think as she
really had never seen miracles, though her father who had been
a Christian, had told her of some. Call it maternal instinct,
or what ever, but Ione had an odd feeling about this, and even
as the kindly nun removed her hand and sat on the edge of her
bed, Ione got this urge to just burst out with tears of
happiness... or.... well... she really could not tell what she
was thinking. She had lost little Ian, and that sorrow still
lingered....plus knowing that Titrus was going on a mission.
It made her remember her promise to him to look after his
daughters while he was gone, and it was a promise she had
sworn to keep.

As Sister Margaret made herself comfortable on the edge of the
bed, Ione thought for a moment of her mother, and how she had
done that either before a long talk after Ione had gotten in
trouble, or when she had gotten sick. Ione shifted a bit to
sit up more, while the nun folded her arms in front of her,
her expression softening a bit. Ione shot a questioning glance
to Linnesse, then back to Sister Margaret as the nun spoke....

Sister Margaret
 
"Well...from that bump, it does look and feel like
you're still with child, dear."


Now the tears did come.

Ione suddenly felt very emotional not knowing whether the
reason she was crying was because of the news that she was
possibly with child and she'd finally get what she had always
wished for, or was she crying because she had three
possibilities of the father: Adian, Matteus, and Accolan. She
had made love to all three... Adian being the most recent, and
though he had forced himself at first, Ione had given herself
to him... once. They had not made love since then. Matteus?
They had made love twice shortly before Adian had come to the fort. He had been the only Roman she had loved, and though he had met with an untimely death, Ione never forgot him. Slowly, her thoughts moved to Accolan. They had made love once as well, but no more after that....

''Just how far along am I, Sister? Linnesse?" Tears slowly
trickled down Ione's face as she asked. Of course, there was
no way of telling who the father was until the child got
older. She waited while the nun continued speaking, and a sob
caught in Ione's throat...

Sister Margaret
 
"And it could happen- twins, and you lose one, but the
other goes on. But there's probably no way to be sure
except by waiting- if you keep growing and feeling
movement, then you'll know. Now..." "If you want to keep
this baby, it looks like you'll have to be extra
careful. Keep off your feet as much as possible- you're
a weaver, yes, so you can do your work sitting down?
Good. Well, try to avoid walking long distances or
getting too tired if you can, and..." "No lying with
men, if you've got a choice about it, dear. That's
probably best."


"I promise I will take very good care of myself, Sister. I
want this child more than anything,'' And I'll keep Ian's
memory in my heart for ever as well... my brave little warrior
who fought so hard to live and lost the battle... She had also
made that promise to Titrus, and it was one that she'd not
break either.

Ione broke her thoughts as she saw the nun unfold her arms,
and she listened carefully to what the nun told her. Twins?
She had been pregnant with twins? The gods had spared her the
other child ! The tears became more frequent now. It was all
so emotional! The gods had given her what she had always
wanted, but in getting the gift, Ian had been taken back to
them... to the angels. She did give the wise nun an odd look
when she mentioned not sleeping with men, though. Ione had
only made love to four, though Javier did not count in this
case as she had only made love to him less than a week ago.

Accolan, Adian, or Matteus... two were dead and one was still
alive... Ione had just gotten sick of casting her love to men
who only wanted her for a 'one night stand', and Mirtha had
been the last straw. Ione could not recall any of them telling
her truly that they loved her....their "love" had been born
out of the heat of the moment. Never again, unless a man came
along who'd truly and eternally love her, be loyal, and...well
just not use her when they needed to relieve their lust.

Never again... Though perhaps the gods had someone in mind,
and she did not know who yet. There was one that she wished
for, but only the fates knew what was in store for them...

Ione's joy though over road the dismal thoughts though as she
turned from the nun's kind face to Linnesse, and smiled
through the sob, 'Did you hear?' Ione's voice was shaky as she
was still trying to cry and talk at the same time. 'Out of all
of this sorrow that I have felt.... I have been given a child
to love and care for...' Ione silently thanked both the
Christian God and her gods... and the angels for giving her
what her heart had longed for.

A child to raise, love, and care for. He or she would want for
nothing: not food, nor clothes, nor love. Ione would make sure
of that.

The weaver's eyes moved to Linnesse as the healer leaned
forward to listen to what the nun had to say.
'Oh...Linnesse...I-I don't know whether to laugh or cry.....'

Ione chose to cry.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Thu Oct 30, 2008 1:18 pm
Linnesse


Ione
 
"I promise I will take very good care of myself, Sister.
I want this child more than anything. Did you hear? Out
of all of this sorrow that I have felt...I have been
given a child to love and care for...oh...Linnesse...I-
I don't know whether to laugh or cry..."


"There, Ione...it'll be all right," Linnesse murmurred,
sliding off her chair and coming to sit next to Ione on the
bed, putting an arm around Ione's shoulders, which shook with
her sobs. Sister Margaret reached over and patted Ione's hand.

"I'm sure you'll do everything you can, dear...but these
things are in God's hands. We will pray for you." The nun
stood up, brushing down the front of her habit with her hands,
before speaking again.

"By the looks of little Ian, I'd say you're about...four
months along? Perhaps nearly five. Does that seem right?" She
looked at Ione questioningly, and Linnesse did, too, rather
more sharply. That was farther than Linnette, it sounded like-
and that meant that Ione's lost love Javier couldn't be the
father- she had taken up with him much more recently than
that.
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Author: Lancelot
Date: Thu Oct 30, 2008 4:06 pm
Lancelot


Arthur
 
“Tristan, Lancelot….hand the girl over to Neeve….you
both shall remain with me,”


Lancelot watched as Tristan gave the Woad girl's arm a
squeeze; it wasn't hurtful, but enough of a warning to let her
know the scout did not put up with funny business. Lancelot's
own grip on Neeria loosened as Tristan pushed her toward
Neeve, but he made sure to meet her eyes and grin as broadly
as possible. "Don't worry, love," his words were soft but
carried. "I won't leave you alone with Derfel for too long."
The corner of his mouth curled in a smile-snarl, but he turned
his back before he could do something Arthur would have to
punish him for. Again.

Tristan
 
"I think I know who helped the little one escape.  Caught her poking around the dungeon last night- when I asked her about it, she looked guilty."


They continued to walk, but Lancelot stopped in his tracks as
the stables came into sight and Tristan dropped his fantastic
bit of discovery. Shaking his head, Lancelot rested his hands
on his slender hips - careful of the worn leathers that
threatened to fail on him one more time - and bit his chapped
lip. Squinting at the sky, he lowered his head and then met
Arthur's gaze - even though he had the desire to get as far
away from the Roman as possible right now. His explosion at
the Woad girl had come dangerously close to spilling into
bloody territory - and Lancelot knew he wasn't going to be
able to get past this thing between himself and Arthur anytime
soon. Especially if he continued to be faced with the man
himself. Resplendant still in his armour and cloak - the eyes
stared back at him, communicating openly as Arthur always did,
no matter what had gone between them.

Lancelot cleared his throat.

"Are you certain, scout?"

His question was for Tristan, but his gaze never wavered from
Arthur's face.

Can you leave me in charge of this?

Do you want to?
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Author: lady ione
Date: Thu Oct 30, 2008 4:37 pm
Ione


She couldn't decide whether she was happy, scared, sad, or
what...all she could do was cry. All Ione could pin it down to
was that she was very emotional, but it gave her comfort to
feel Linnesse move in to place her arms about Ione's shaking
shoulders while Sister Margaret reached out to pat her hand...

Linnesse
 
"There, Ione...it'll be all right,"


Sister Margaret
 
"I'm sure you'll do everything you can, dear...but these
things are in God's hands. We will pray for you."


'Th-Thank you to you both...you have stuck by me through so
much... I would appreciate your prayers," Ione sobbed softly.
As for the father, Ione made up her mind that she'd have to
wait to see who the child looked like. She knew that perhaps
others would ask her who the father was, but personally it was
none of their business... it was her business. Hers and the
child's business. The young woman needed to only to focus on
having this baby, and raising it. Ione raised her eyebrows
though when the nun spoke again...

Sister Margaret
 
"By the looks of little Ian, I'd say you're about...four
months along? Perhaps nearly five. Does that seem
right?"


A frown passed over her face as she thought back. It was hard
to answer, but all Ione felt she could do was say what she
thought, "About 4 1/2 months.... " Ione kept it at that
knowing that that was the last time she had truly given
herself to any man. The Javier had been too recent. She
noticed the somewhat sharp glance that Linnesse had given her,
and Ione sort of looked down at her hands which now rested on
the gentle curve of her stomach.

Sister Margaret spoke softly, "Well, we can send you to your
shop so that you can rest there, Ione." The nun got up from
where she sat and looked over at Linnesse, "Could you please
go and make up some black haw for Ione to take home with her?"
It was a percaution to prevent another miscarriage for the nun
knew that it was always possible it could happen again, though
she prayed not. This had been enough excitement for one
morning, and now Ione needed rest.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Thu Oct 30, 2008 6:04 pm
Karl


Brutus shifted his weight and stamped his massive hooves. Karl
scowled.

"I know, I know," he said and rubbed his horse's strong neck.

Just then, Arthur, Lancelot and the scout 'rounded the corner.

"It's about bloody time," he muttered under his breath. This
time making sure no one heard him.

He watched Arthur carefully, with modest respect, as the
Commander stood tall and magnificent in his military attire.
Next to him was the scruffy, dirty, so-called "first" knight.
Karl rolled his eyes to the sky. The knight was no more than a
dirty mongrel, certainly beneath any decent Roman. He couldn't
imagine why Arthur tolerated such a wretch. Probably because
Arthur was only half Roman. Nothing else could explain why he
bothered to keep the Sarmatians walking around free instead of
living in the barn with the rest of the animals.

Karl spat on the ground.

And Tristan - what a strange bird he was. Speaking of which,
Karl chuckled, "where's the chicken?" he giggled, hoping
Tristan heard him as he squeezed his thighs edging Brutus
slightly forward.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Thu Oct 30, 2008 8:36 pm
Brendyn


Tyranus had pawed a bit at the earth beneath his hooves, but
still remained in control. Brendyn could only guess that the
horse was getting as anxious to go as he was. The young
soldier sat mounted proudly and ready to serve his new
Commander with everything in his being.Though it was not
always good to over do such things as one could make mistakes,
but Brendyn would just give it his best. Not far off, he could
see Karl mounted on his horse, and his heart went out to the
animal. Brendyn was sure the horse had been trained to be
mean, though it really had not wanted to be mean. No animal
was ever born hateful unless it was trained gradually to be
so...

He studied them a bit longer, when a motion caught his line of
vision, and looked toward the front again to see Arthur,
resplendant in his Roman attire, The First Knight he had been
introduced to as Lancelot, and the Scout, Tristan. It was good
to see them all once again, and Brendyn shifted in his saddle
keeping Tyranus at attention. It was not hard to keep the
animal this way, and the horse actually did not mind as he had
been trained to do so, and he was use to the long inspections
Antonius use to hold every day. Brendyn looked over at Titrus
and Quintus as well as the others, and made ready to salute
the Commander.

Just then, something made him frown, and he turned his glance
toward the unruly soldier as the man spat on the ground.... in
front of a Commander and his officers? The young soldier was
shocked, but kept his expression neutral. What was it with
this man? So far, this Karl fellow had gotten by with just
about every form of insult, disrespect and whatever else, and
it seemed that the others just left him get his kicks out of
it. It took all of Brendyn's control not to move his horse
between Tristan and the Karl's horse, but he stayed put. he
had no doubt that the Scout, or Arthur would handle this
matter....

Karl
 
"where's the chicken?"


The chicken? Brendyn watched helplessly as the soldier
continued to insult the Scout. Unless he wanted to get into
trouble, he could move to Tristan's defense, but something
just told him that Tristan could defend himself rather well
against this man. It did not escape his scan of the area that
Darya and Tatiana were still nearby as well as a new woman he
had not met yet. As long as he was there, and they were in
view, Brendyn felt protective of them, at least until they
were gone from the fort. For now, Karl made him be on his
guard inwardly.

Brendyn turned his head to fix his gaze back on the
approaching men....
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