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| golden_trillium | May 4 2010, 02:39 AM Post #46 |
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Author: Elessars Girl Date: Mon Oct 06, 2008 1:45 pm Arthur Arthur had not wanted to think on what might have kept Lancelot from properly washing last night. That was no longer the Commander’s business – how his lieutenant chose to spend his private time….but deep down in the darkest corners of his heart, Arthur still longed to be a part of that. It seemed like a lifetime ago – when he and Lancelot would sit in this very room talking together, completely content in each other’s company….the strongest of bonds had formed between them then and Arthur had sworn that…..I have broken that vow. The silence in the space between them was deafening. Yet, a bird chirped somewhere outside the window and the flames in the hearth continued their soft crackling sound in complete indifference to the two men. Arthur felt Lancelot’s hands still where they lay on his stomach and the small of his back. The Commander looked expectantly to his friend – yes, still – while the other man took his time to respond. Lancelot made a small nonsensical sound that was unreadable to Arthur which only added to his apprehension in awaiting Lancelot’s answer. Lancelot slowly removed his hands from Arthur’s fresh bandage….and the Sarmatian appeared to be strangely focused on them instead of what the Roman had just spoken of….Arthur’s arms mimicked Lancelot’s movements as his hands fell loosely to his sides.
Arthur’s green eyes remained fixed on Lancelot’s odd expression, but his right hand moved as the Roman seemed to subconsciously sense the other man’s hands would not be stilled. Arthur’s fingers found Lancelot’s aberrantly trembling hand and closed over the Sarmatian’s knuckles to steady him. He searched Lancelot’s nearly black eyes for some indication of why the other man’s tone had been accusing in nature. “Yes, my child….and I am as surprised by this news as you are, my friend,” Arthur answered with more than a small amount of trepidation. He wisely released his hold on Lancelot’s hand, turned back to the dresser and reached for the clean tunic he’d retrieved from the drawer earlier. Arthur tugged on the garment only groaning once at the discomfort of the motion and then turned to fully face Lancelot again. The dark knight’s angular and heavily shadowed features still seemed to stare back at Arthur in an accusing manner…..why was….and then a thought popped into Arthur’s head…a terrifying thought….did Arthur have it all wrong? Had it all been a great lie? “What am I missing here, Lancelot?” Arthur asked the question pointedly, eyes narrowing as he moved closer again. He cocked his head questionably to the side. Arthur could hear his heart beat suddenly and loudly echoing in his ears as his pulse rapidly soared. His mind’s eye flashed back on that night….when Arthur had interrupted them…..when it had ended for Arthur. So be it. “Is the child even mine? Is there any chance this child is yours? Tell me Lancelot…I must know the truth,” Arthur precisely demanded without raising the level of his voice. The Roman was a master at controlled anger. However, his green eyes were alive with the fury of a thunder storm betraying his true emotions. His adrenalin flowed through his veins like a raging river easily washing away Arthur’s feelings of physical weaknesses. He would damned well know the truth…now. Was this God’s punishment for Arthur’s sins? It would certainly be fitting; the perfect punishment for attempting to love them both. Arthur suddenly felt a wave of nausea wash over his senses and he had to work hard at keeping his composure. His gaze fell to Lancelot’s mouth; awaiting the answer that would either make or break what was left between them as it came from the other man’s lips. ….and the world that Arthur had known halted on its axis. |
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| golden_trillium | May 4 2010, 02:40 AM Post #47 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Mon Oct 06, 2008 1:57 pm Jols Watching as Darya fed Tyranus the sugar cubes, Jols was glad that he could help her out at least a little bit with what little information he was able to glean from the Scout that night. After speaking to Brendyn he saw that she'd turned slightly and was glancing over at him and Gypsi who was also saddled up for the mission.
"Yes, Darya. That I am." "Of course, I'll keep an eye on him as best that I'm able to out there. You know you don't even need to ask me that, lady." He replied softly walking closer to the dark-haired and gently squeezing her shoulder in silent understanding as he'd caught her subtle glance at Casti. |
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| golden_trillium | May 4 2010, 02:44 AM Post #48 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Mon Oct 06, 2008 6:14 pm Neeria Neeria stared at the woman in front of her and the ominous guard looming some distance behind her. The woad again had the impression that the woman was not Roman. Was she a native Britton also? If so, why was she here?
Neeria blinked but didn't speak. The wound in her side was badly infected. She'd checked it herself and she knew that without treatment soon, she would surely die. She wasn't feverish yet, but it was just a matter of time. The despair of her situation was taking its toll on the small woman. The woman dark-haired woman moved a little closer to Neeria. That small movement, the closeness of another human being, a woman, made Neeria's heart leap. The healer smelled of herbs and cleaness. She smelled of wild jasmin. Neeria closed her eyes and cherished the smells flooding her senses.
Neeria's breath caught in her throat. The events of the past few days suddenly came crashing down around her at this woman's offer of assistance and kindness. The death of Mikel, her subsequent capture and the lonliness and isolation she felt in this small, stinky cell squeezed Neeria's will and resolve. Thoughts of her beloved Merlin, her best friends, Guinevere and Mona, swirled about in her itchy head. Neeria's strength faltered as she looked into the blue eyes of the healer in front of her. The exhaustion choked her emotions and the woad suddenly fell to floor. Hot tears began to sting her eyes and a sob threatened to escape. Neeria didn't trust herself to speak. She hung her head but could not hold back any longer. She sobbed with such ferocity that her body quaked as she gasped for breath. Her cries sounded like those of a trapped animal. Neeria cried that way, doubled over, for a while until she was able to raise her head to the woman. "Thank you," she said softly and cried some more. Malcus Barbattus and Titrus Malcus gritted his teeth as he listened to Quintus. This was the part of the meeting that he'd not looked forward to. An escaped prisoner? Under his guard? Somebody's head would roll for it. The mission mishap was bad enough, having to serve punishment, but this too? Malcus eye-balled both men, wondering how they would explain. They both looked uneasy, but it was Quintus who spoke up first. Malcus shot a glance at Titrus, his disappointment that the higher ranking officer hadn't spoken first. Barbattus would deal with him in a minute. Quintus stood straight and laid out the facts, keeping his eyes focused on something behind the captain's head and maintaining a steady, even tone.
"WHO helped her?" the captain bellowed, jumping to his feet. "Have you caught the little BITCH?" he screamed. Barbattus pinched the bridge of his nose. Never before had anyone escaped from his prison. He looked at Quintus, Barbattus' heavy breathing causing his nostrils to flare. Titrus knew that all hell was getting ready to break loose as soon as the captain asked what happened the previous day. How on earth would Titrus explain? "And you!" Malcus shouted, turning quickly toward Titrus. "Where the fuck were you? Jerking off somewhere?" Malcus glared at the two men, red-faced. "So lieutenant, you don't have the balls to speak up for yourself? You let Quintus put his neck out for you, eh?" Barbattus roared. Titrus cringed. The captain didn't know how close to the truth he was. Titrus certainly couldn't tell his superior that he'd been banging a whore when the little woad girl escaped. While the lieutenant struggled to come up with an explanation, Quintus, good man that he was, spoke up. Titrus' gratitude however was quickly dashed when Malcus lambasted him for not speaking up first. "Both of you have failed and for that, you will be punished. You will have curfew for a week. You'll do nothing else but your assigned duty and then sequester to your room until your next shift. You will wash, shit, eat and sleep in your rooms. Each of you will cover 2 24-hour watch periods. One when you come back and one the week after that. I will inspect that gate myself and it had better be sturdy. You are lucky today that I do not whip both of you. And you, Titrus, will clean the officer's latrines. Then maybe you will appreciate what it is to be an officer and not let a subordinate speak for you." Malcus stared at both of them. Titrus stifled the groan that wanted to escape his lips. The captain was furious. Rightfully so, he figured, but pulling 2 24-hour watches would be brutal and cleaning the officer's latrines would be demeaning. But it was still better than telling Malcus that he was off somewhere while he should have been on watch. "Now if there is nothing else, get the fuck out of here and suit up to ride out!" Titrus waited for Quintus to move first, then headed toward the door. |
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| golden_trillium | May 4 2010, 02:45 AM Post #49 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Mon Oct 06, 2008 9:05 pm Brendyn
Brendyn watched the horse gratefully take the sweet treat from the lady's hand as though he had known her for a long while. Tyranus was joyfully munching on the sweet while watching for the young woman's next move, or the squire's. The horse just loved to be spoiled at the hands of anyone who saw fit to spoil him, and he was clearly enjoying it now. Brendyn held on to the reins easily while stroking the soft coat of fur on the animal's neck. He could not imagine what would happen if he ever lost Tyranus to battle, but then that was always a fear of going into battle. They had been through a lot... "Well, it looks like his is clearly enjoying all of this being spoiled and such," Brendyn gave both the Squire and the lady a warm soft laugh. The horse worked hard enough, so he deserved to be spoiled a bit. The young man's eyes fell on the other horses that awaited riders. There was a magnificent white one, and the others...All very splendid animals indeed...including Tyranus who was coal black with a white marking on his front leg like a sock. The young soldier listened as the young woman spoke again. She appearently seemed to like horses as much as he did. Tyranus rubbed his head against the lady's arm as she left her fingers play through his mane...
"Your people's blood? Then you must be Sarmatian," Brendyn almost felt stupid for a moment. Of course she was Sarmatian as they were the only tribes whose lives were tied to horses: The legends, their fame for being master horsemen...He admired them deep down. He had been well taught in how to throw a spear from the back of a galloping horse, but had seen the knights fight off the woads and they could even shoot arrows from the back of a galloping horse and hit the target. "I admire the battle skills of the Sarmatian knights. They have very useful tactics that I would love to learn and incorporate them into my own skills..." His voice faded as he caught the distant glance in her lovely face, and wondered what she was thinking of, but then it was probably none of his business. Pointing his chin toward the white horse next to Jols, he asked the squire, "Who's horse would that be? They are all fine animals." Tyranus stomped his hoof just then and nudged Brendyn who moved to the front of the animal and took its face gently in his hand and stroking the soft muzzle, "You are a fine horse as well, my friend, but you must let others take in some admiration as well." Tyranus bobbed his head up and down as if he understood turning a gentle brown eye back to Jols who had given the lady the sweet, then looked at the woman, ears perked forward....
"Thank you. My stay here has been exciting so far, and I have met some of the men I'll be working with...all of them very fine men....though I have not really met my new Commander yet. Commander Antonius had nothing but good things to say about Commander Castus. By the way, I have not asked your name," He reached up and adjusted the bridle strap a bit, turning his attention back to checking over the trappings and making sure he had all of the provisions required for the mission, while the lady turned back to Jols. Brendyn tried not to eaves drop, but she was asking the squire to watch over someone? He recalled Malcus's words to him, and he had vowed to himself then that he'd guard everyone with his life, especially the Commander. While Jols and the lady talked, Brendyn's watchful eyes scanned the area for Karl, the grim soldier who had showed so much disrespect to Captain Malcus and the others assembled at the meeting. There was something about the man that just did not sit right with the young man, and he had made it a point of keeping an eye on the man so that there'd be no trouble. "Jols, it is good to see you again." He had been so happy to find someone who liked horses as much as he did that he had forgotten to greet the Squire, or had he already? |
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| golden_trillium | May 4 2010, 02:48 AM Post #50 |
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Author: Darya Date: Tue Oct 07, 2008 7:47 am Darya
Darya glanced to the ground and licked her lips stiffly when Brendyn spoke of his obvious admiration for her kinsmen. The dark-haired was proud of her parentage, very proud actually…yet such kind words were not heard very often on this island; even though it were exactly those outstanding riding and fighting skills that had made Rome decide to 'recruit' Sarmatians into their army. It felt good to hear at least some Britons actually voicing some sort of respect for her people. “Horses are the most loyal friends…”, the woman then said, “…but let me tell you something: the myth that we are actually born on horseback is not to be taken literally…” Only now did Darya look up again to meet Brendyn’s gaze. “The knights of Badon Hill belong to the very best. Watch them closely and you can learn a lot…”, she added in a very serious voice as she meant every word of what she had just said. She had seen them fight in battle…and had fought alongside them as well and therewith knew what she as talking about when giving Brendyn this…advice…
At the mention of Arthur’s name, the Sarmatian’s dark eyes sparkled for a moment. “You are lucky to have been transferred to this fortress”, Darya replied and lifted a hand to brush a strand of hair out of her face, “…as you will serve under a good man’s command. Your former Commander has certainly told you the truth…” Then the woman paused and pulled her dark cloak a bit tighter about her body. She was freezing slightly but would never admit that. Not openly at least. “And I’m…”, she continued but hesitated for a moment while recalling where Brendyn had served before. He had said Aesica, right? Not Alavana… It should be alright for him to know her name. “…Darya…” She gave him a wry faint smile before turning towards Jols to ask him for this one very personal favour…
The dark-haired glanced down at the squire’s hand on her shoulder and even briefly covered it with her own. “I know…I know…it’s just…ah well…”, she replied with a wry smile and met the man’s gaze, “…and how often do I have to remind you that you don’t have to call me 'lady', hm?” Darya gave Jols a friendly wink and just when she wanted to add something, Brendyn addressed the squire…
The female Sarmatian turned her head to see which horse the soldier was referring to…and she bit her lower lip when she noticed that it was Casti. The white stallion was indeed an attention-catcher… And one day, Círdan would step into his father’s hooves; she had no doubt about that. However, Darya tilted her head a little and waited for Jols to answer; if he chose to… Neeve What then happened was way beyond what Neeve had expected. She was prepared for some smartass comment or some snarky remark…but instead, the Woad just stared at her for what seemed to be an age… And then…then the small woman collapsed right in front of her, went to the ground…and cried. The raven-haired healer furrowed her brow and watched the strange scene before her. She had no idea how she should react. Such highly emotional situations always made her feel somewhat lost. Empathy was not exactly her greatest strength. And after all, this prisoner had tried to kill Arthur! That Woad should be glad that she had actually decided to tend to her injury. Neeve was pretty sure that no one in the Fortress would have actually mourned this woman’s death…
By the Gods, those words made Neeve feel even more uncomfortable. Alright, that’s enough, she thought and raked her free hand through her short hair and turned a little to peek out of the cell, scanning the corridor for a bucket with water. Luck was with her as there was indeed a small bucket sitting conveniently opposite the cell’s door. The healer picked it up and carried it into the cell, deliberately ignoring the guard’s questioning glance. Then the Briton hunkered down beside the Woad, placing bucket and the small bowl with her items next to her. Neeve discreetly cleared her throat. “Uhm…okay, let me see that wound of yours, okay?”, she quietly addressed the other woman. “What kind of weapon caused it…Neeria?”, the healer added and for the first time cautiously used the prisoner’s name… |
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| golden_trillium | May 4 2010, 12:50 PM Post #51 |
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Author: LadyCastus Date: Tue Oct 07, 2008 8:06 am Karl Karl walked into the stables and looked around. Everyone in the area stopped their conversation and looked at the blond Roman, their mouths slightly open at the sight of him. Karl saw the new soldier....what was his name...and rolled his eyes at him again, smirking. He saw Jols and a woman Karl recognized as a Sarmatian bitch, the female version of the Sarmatian dog. Karl stomped over to his horse's stall and flipped the latch, opening the gate. Brutus whickered and twitched his ears as Karl rubbed the horse's velvet nose. As much of a brute as he was, Karl was kind and gentle to his horse. Brutus was Karl's one and only friend. The Roman reached into a small pouch hanging on his side and pulled out some treats for Brutus, still stroking the horses nose with his other hand. Then he patted the small flask of ale he had hidden inside of his jacket. As Karl walked the horse out to the middle of the stable, he walked around him, checking his pack. "Is this what you call preparing a horse?" he suddenly yelled at Jols. "A child could do better than this!" The angry blond began adjusting various things on the horse - his bridle, the saddle and trappings. Karl muttered and mumbled to himself as he went about his task, silently daring anyone to say anything to him. He wished the others would hurry up, including Castus, so they could get on with it! |
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| golden_trillium | May 4 2010, 12:52 PM Post #52 |
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Author: lady ione Date: Tue Oct 07, 2008 9:27 am Brendyn Brendyn was honest in his opinions of the Sarmatians, and he hoped that she was not offeneded by what he had said. They were remarkable fighters, and even though he served Rome, Brendyn always believed in giving a compliment where a compliment was due. He had not missed the sparkle of pride that shone in her lovely dark eyes either...
Her dark eyes met his, and he was not afraid to meet those lovely eyes, eyes that seemed to sparkle in the dim light over partially sunny day. Clouds had moved fast over the face of the sun, allowing it to peek out every once in a while. Rain was threatening, and Brendyn could feel a few drops, though he did not mind the rain. Brendyn continued to hold her gaze while, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the dower soldier move into the stables after sending an icy glance their way....
"I will, lady. They are the finest fighters I have seen, and I have no doubt that I can learn much from them," Brendyn smiled, his gaze not wavering.
Darya....at least I have a name to go by... He was going to say more, but had decided to allow the squire and Darya time to talk. He had much to go back over as far as the trappings and such. One could never check them enough, as well as the supplies, weapons needed and such. As he went about checking over every detail, Brendyn could not help but sneak a gaze over to the man who was now petting his horse, and....
Brendyn allowed himself a smile while he checked on the cinch belt under the saddle, and felt that it could be tightened a bit more, but not too much. He left the sturrup flap fall down while he made a mental note that he would call her Darya instead of Lady. It was always due to manners that Brendyn addressed men "Sir", especially those he served under, and the women he always addressed as "lady". He stood up and checked all of the saddle bags that were attached as well...food enough for the mission, a few clothes, and then he went to check his weapons again and drew out the sword...for a moment, he missed his friends and his Commander. Antonius had been a hard tough as nails bastard at times, but he did teach Brendyn some good fighting skills and had given him the transfer here to Badon. Moving around to the other side by Jols and Darya, Brendyn looked back over at the magnificent stallion that almost looked silver in the gray light. Remembering that he had asked a question of the Squire, Brendyn waited for an answer patiently, when suddenly...
Brendyn shot a glance the man's way, but chose not to say anything. He had served under a man such as this while he was still in Brittany, and it had always been best to just ignore the man. In his mind, he recalled the painful punishment he had gotten because the man, Markus, had lied about something Brendyn had not done, but his superior had believed the man and Brendyn took the punishment. The soldier had died a horrid death in a battle shortly after, and Brendyn was glad to see Markus die. With a sigh, the young soldier turned his back on the angry soldier. This soldier could run his reputation here, but Brendyn was not about to do anything stupid in this situation. He was proud to serve Rome, and though he knew he'd make mistakes and that he was far from perfect, fighting with this man was not worth risking all he had worked so hard for..... He had done many things wrong since he had been here at Badon, but surely coming to a woman's defense if someone threatened to kill or harm her was not a bad thing. He changed his position so that he could watch both of his friends, while being able to keep an eye on the other man, and working on the trappings and such on the other side of the horse. The man's attitude also made Brendyn more determined than ever to protect Arthur and the others riding out... |
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| golden_trillium | May 4 2010, 12:54 PM Post #53 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Tue Oct 07, 2008 11:06 am Jols Seeing Darya glance briefly down at his hand on her shoulder before feeling her cover his hand with her own in response.
"There's really no need to explain, Darya." Jols replied seeing that she was trying hard and failing to find the right words to finish her sentence. "Point taken, Darya. I'll try to keep that in mind for the future." The Squire grinned happily as her playful teasing hit home.
Following the direction with his eyes that Brendyn pointed at with his chin towards the white horse standing next to him, Jols glanced back at his friend. "That's the Commanders' horse. You're right in that comment, Brendyn."
"Its good to see you again, too, Brendyn." The Squire replied to his friend with a grin.
Jols heard the other soldier yell out at him but as he'd run into enough people like him in his past before being lucky enough to be placed safely under Arthur's command, even though the barbed comment stung, the Squire denied the soldier the pleasure of replying to it and pretended that he'd not even heard it. Instead, the Squire concentrated on his friends' company. Maybe I will have a child do it and then see if you can tell the difference Jols thought before totally ignoring the angry new-comer. |
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| golden_trillium | May 4 2010, 12:56 PM Post #54 |
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Author: Darya Date: Tue Oct 07, 2008 11:28 am Darya
The dark Sarmatian even managed to breathe a quiet laugh at the squire’s reply. Not only was Jols the most loyal person, he also had a great sense of humour. “I’m sure you will”, she said and cocked her head to the other side. Then Jols replied to Brendyn’s question about Casti…and she nodded at the older man’s words and glanced over at Brendyn to see how he would react. However, a rough voice interrupted them…
Dark eyes narrowed and Darya needed only an instant to see who had spoken…no, yelled into their direction. One of the older Roman soldiers and the grumpiest one around. Karl, if she remembered correctly. She had avoided him as best as possible…and hearing him address Jols in such a mean way gave her every reason to keep this behavior up. The Sarmatian wrinkled her nose at the old soldier before glancing at the squire again. “Ignore him…”, she murmured, “…he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, no doubt…” |
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| golden_trillium | May 4 2010, 12:57 PM Post #55 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Tue Oct 07, 2008 1:08 pm Jols When Darya heard the comment he watched her reaction to who it was that yelled it at him. Seeing her wrinkle up her nose at the new person entering the courtyard, he got the impression that she'd run into the likes of him before.
"Oh I plan to, Darya. No doubt there. Since he doesn't seem to like the way that I did it, I'll let him do his own horse from now on as there are a few knights' and soldiers' horses that I don't do." Jols replied with an indifferent expression on his face to what had been yelled over at him. "Although, I bet that if a child did do it he'd still say the same thing." The Squire commented as his indifferent expression changed to one of mischievious humor as a grin appeared lighting up his face followed by a soft laugh at the thought that he just had. "I take it that you've run into him before?" Jols queried his friend quietly. Knowing that the dark-haired could handle herself in a fight, he didn't say anything about warning her but unable to help himself still said something to her anyway. "Becareful around him, ok, Darya. Don't want you getting hurt at his hands. I'd have to answer to the Commander then if something did." The Squire replied in a slightly warning/playful tone as his sparkling eyes slightly destroyed the serious tone in his voice. |
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| golden_trillium | May 4 2010, 12:58 PM Post #56 |
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Author: Darya Date: Tue Oct 07, 2008 1:24 pm Darya
The dark Sarmatian smirked slightly and dared another glance into Karl’s direction. “You are probably right about that”, she said and shrugged her shoulder slightly, “keep me updated on how he handles the new situation then…” Then Darya shook her head in slight amusement…ye trying to not make it too obvious since she did not intend to upset the old grumpy soldier even more than he usually was anyway…
“Well, in all truth, so far I’ve preferred to avoid him…”, the woman replied and a corner of her mouth twitched slightly, “…but thank you for your concern, Jols… I’ll certainly keep it in mind.” Then Darya paused for a moment and inhaled some fresh air. “The same goes for you though…try to not get into too much trouble. Especially not with him…”, she added and met the squire’s gaze, noticing that the expression in his eyes did not match the tone of his voice. He was not joking…he was serious about every single word in his warning. To signalize him that she understood, the Sarmatian nodded slightly…but did not say any more… |
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| golden_trillium | May 4 2010, 01:00 PM Post #57 |
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Author: Unicorn Date: Tue Oct 07, 2008 1:52 pm Mirtha There where other places that he could think off now. Other and better places to be right now. Not here, not now... where woman's cries where cut with the beating of his own troubled heart. Where life was taken in the blink of the eye. So young and innocent life... Mirtha watched this all in horror, but his face was straight. In fact he had heard before of a woman who lost a child. Hell! His own mother once said she've lost her child in a childbirth. There was a time when his mother regretted probably it wasn't Mirtha himself... He felt that thought of his mother in her suspicious and angry eyes. Mirtha heard soft moans from Ione, but in truth he could do nothing about it, even if it cut deep into his body and heart as a knife. It was so damn difficult... Gods! First Thorn... know this he thought to himself as Ione's body tensed more. There was blood soaking trough material and Mirtha frowned in worry. He was not a healer. Damn! He could only stay and watch. He didn't know how to comfort Ione. He felt like out of place in fact. In a brief moment Mirtha looked down at his hand joined with Ione's. She squeezed it hard with a screem. Mirtha didn't even wince at it. She got power! But if she needed this, so be it. There was more blood... There was more pain... Mirtha felt trapped. And then she just let him go. Mirtha was looking anywhere than Ione's pained face. It was too much... But he had said he would not go anywhere.
"What?" he had only uttered in surprise and shok before he looked at Linnesse face. "Oh! Of course..." He already moved in to help and tried as best as he could, even if he knew that he could little, if not nothing at all. After long time of pain and cries... there was it... the baby was out. Mirtha had never seen something like that before. It was a pure nightmare only watching... Ione had to be in great torture... And the finalle of it did not bring any happiness. It brought tears and sadness upon Ione, Linnesse and the nun. Mirtha felt it too... but the sadness mixed with guilty and worry made him just close his eyes briefly and lower his head in grief. His face was without any emotions... He will have to get drunk pretty much to forgett all of this blood, screams and death.
He just stood there, motionless... meaningless. What was he doing now? What will he do at all about this? Could he do anything at all? Ione was saying her goodbye and Mirtha could only stand there and listen with squeezed heart.
A father???? Mirtha looked up and still there was no emotion upon his face. What does that question mean? He? A father? That was something laughable! But not in this situation. He just oppened his mouth to speak, when Ione's weak voice broke in.
Poor kid - Mirtha thought looking at the lifeless form of a dead child. He will never taste real life. Ione was starting to panic... She talked about the burial and such things. Mirtha sadly shook his head and kneeled before her. Looked into her eyes, but no words came out. He sighed deeply and stood up helpless... He wanted to help but could not find any words. "Fuck..." he uttered under his breath and walked a few steps backwards. He felt lost... What could he do right now? |
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| golden_trillium | May 4 2010, 01:01 PM Post #58 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Tue Oct 07, 2008 5:18 pm Quintus
“No, sir,” Quintus snapped out stiffly, his eyes fixed relentlessly straight ahead. This wasn’t going to be pretty. When the Captain’s blood was up, it was up. Fortunately, at least for Quintus, his immediate ire moved quickly on to Lieutenant Titrus.
“Yes, sir!” Quintus barked in response, tossing off a precise salute and then spinning sharply around and heading for the door. It could have been worse- at least he hadn’t drawn latrine duty- but curfew for a week? How was he supposed to keep an eye on his men after hours if he had to stay in his damn room all damn the time? Well, at least the Captain had said nothing about prohibiting female company in said room. “I’m off to get my things, sir- be at the stables in a minute,” he informed the Lieutenant as they exited the building and found themselves back in the chilly winter outdoors. Quintus found it too uncomfortable to meet Titrus’s eye- he felt a little ashamed that Titrus had been assigned mucking duties and he had not, though he didn’t wish them on himself, not by any means. It was just…awkward, to be chewed out like that and then see a superior take a greater punishment. Especially a superior who had had even less blame in the whole thing than he had. “Back soon,” he added uncomfortably, and then turned and jogged off towards his room and the breastplate he had left half polished on the bed. |
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| golden_trillium | May 4 2010, 01:02 PM Post #59 |
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Author: Starbelle Date: Tue Oct 07, 2008 5:41 pm Tatiana Feeling something nudge the side of her bed hard, she sat up having heard the door swing open and a box lid open up with a hard bang.
"Hello to you too. No, I'm fine, thanks. I've got a later shift at the stables, so I've been busy here, Adian." She said sitting up and tossing the sheets and blankets off of her lithe form. Her dark auburn hair fell in curls and waves about her shoulders and throat almost like a live animal. Wearing a short one-piece tan colored tunic that opened at the throat and went down to the tops of her knees where it ended in a short skirt. "Are you ok? Do you hurt anywhere? Anything I can do to help?" She asked concern in her voice as she glanced sideways at Adian, since he looking like a living thundercloud complete with the lightning and rain on its way. She got out of bed and looked up at him, carefully working her way through the situation as she shyly bit at her lower lip, feeling like a little girl trying to please her Uncle or Father. "I wasn't sure if you had had anything to eat before you left here, so I made you a little lunch its waiting for you on the low table, with a skin of fruit juice." She indicated a small feast sitting on the table next to the couch covered with a cloth to keep it warm for him. |
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| golden_trillium | May 4 2010, 01:04 PM Post #60 |
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Author: golden_trillium Date: Tue Oct 07, 2008 5:44 pm Linnesse
Rather alarmed by Ione’s growing panic, and Mirtha’s- to her mind- fearful exclamation, Linnesse scooted closer to Ione, protectively and apprehensively, reaching out her arm again around Ione’s shoulders…but their apparent fear that the nun would take little Ian from her seemed unfounded. Sister Margaret shook her head and made a soft clucking noise in her throat- one that was typical of her- and took a step back, holding up her hands as if to demonstrate that she meant no harm. “It’s all right, child- hold him a little longer. There’s no rush.” Her face darkened thoughtfully, though, and she came around the bed to where Linnesse was sitting, bent over and whispered in the blonde woman’s ear. “I’m going to go get someone to start…” she broke off and mimed with one hand a shovel digging into the earth, and Linnesse understood that she meant get someone to start digging the grave. “It’ll take a while, cold as it is,” continued the nun in a low voice. “Let her hold him if she wants, and keep an eye on the bleeding- a little trickle more is all right now, but it definitely shouldn’t increase. Get someone right away if it does.” Linnesse nodded her understanding, and then as Sister Margaret left the room, eyed Mirtha nervously. The man had taken several steps back from the bed, and was gazing about the room in a rather lost fashion. “Um…er…sir?” Linnesse squeaked, her stomach feeling light and a bit queasy at talking to him. He was such a rough-looking type. “Perhaps someone…er…one of us should…um…get Aidan if Ione wants to see him? I know who he is.” Her cheeks flamed unaccountably at that admission, at putting herself forward at all, and she kept the side of her body tight up against Ione’s, as the other woman continued to gaze down at her dead child. |
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