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| golden_trillium | May 15 2010, 02:39 AM Post #256 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Tue Oct 28, 2008 6:08 pm Ione
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...
'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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| golden_trillium | May 16 2010, 02:37 AM Post #257 |
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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.
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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| golden_trillium | May 16 2010, 02:39 AM Post #258 |
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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.
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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| golden_trillium | May 16 2010, 02:47 AM Post #259 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Wed Oct 29, 2008 7:14 am Tristan
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.
"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
"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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| golden_trillium | May 16 2010, 02:51 AM Post #260 |
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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...
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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| golden_trillium | May 16 2010, 02:54 AM Post #261 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Wed Oct 29, 2008 10:20 am Linnesse
"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.
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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| golden_trillium | May 16 2010, 02:55 AM Post #262 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Wed Oct 29, 2008 11:34 am Tayala and Tatiana
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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| golden_trillium | May 16 2010, 02:58 AM Post #263 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Wed Oct 29, 2008 1:56 pm Ione
'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...
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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| golden_trillium | May 16 2010, 03:00 AM Post #264 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Wed Oct 29, 2008 6:47 pm Linnesse
"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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| golden_trillium | May 16 2010, 03:11 AM Post #265 |
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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.
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....
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...
"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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| golden_trillium | May 16 2010, 03:13 AM Post #266 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Thu Oct 30, 2008 1:18 pm Linnesse
"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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| golden_trillium | May 16 2010, 03:16 AM Post #267 |
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Author: Lancelot Date: Thu Oct 30, 2008 4:06 pm Lancelot
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.
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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| golden_trillium | May 16 2010, 03:22 AM Post #268 |
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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...
'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...
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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| golden_trillium | May 16 2010, 03:24 AM Post #269 |
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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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| golden_trillium | May 16 2010, 03:27 AM Post #270 |
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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....
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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