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November 2008
Topic Started: May 16 2010, 03:48 AM (3,056 Views)
golden_trillium

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Author: Starbelle
Date: Mon Nov 03, 2008 6:27 pm
Tayala


After a thorough brushing down and feeding of the gray horses
in the stall, Tayala remembered the instructions that the
Optio told her and slipping a training bridle with blinders on
over the head and velvety nose of the taller of the two mounts
before leading her out then pausing to close the half-door of
the stall hearing a clicking noise as the door latch closed
securely behind them keeping the smaller horse safely inside.

"There's a good girl." She said to the horse, giving her a
sugar cube with a gentle pat to the side of the mare's neck
before they entered the indoor arena for the mare's exercise.

I don't think that the Optio would mind my giving her a few
treats, as he didn't say that I could or couldn't.

Looking around to see who else was there, Tayala saw a gent
that looked a few years older than she, riding a silverygrey
horse with an oddly-dressed woman talking to him, and although
she couldn't hear or make out their conversation, he gave off
the impression that he just wanted to be left alone.

Starting the circuit around the arena, the young stable-girl
kept the reins securely in one of her little hands to keep the
mare's head as she remembered him telling her that she was
high-strung which was why she chose to use the blinders.

Before coming around into their space, she called out a very
friendly and cheery hello to them both before continuing on
her circuit around the arena.
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Author: Lancelot
Date: Mon Nov 03, 2008 6:32 pm
Lancelot


Oh, how Lancelot hated to make a fool of himself. And yet,
here he was again, foot in mouth quite proper, as he waited,
squirming inwardly, hesitant to admit he wanted Arthur to be
as hurt as he was, but knowing the thought to be as false as
his own heart right then. And then the Roman touched his face,
and despite his intention to jerk away - how dare he touch
Lancelot now - the knight's eyes merely narrowed, and he
remained still.

Arthur
 
“Lancelot…wash, fill your belly and tend to yourself in
my absence, or I will do it myself upon my return,”


Lancelot opened his mouth to retort smartly; it was fine when
he commented on his own smell, but Arthur...and then, again,
the other man dropped his hand from Lancelot's battered face
to press briefly over the pendant that was hidden by the
Sarmatian's jerkin.

A lightning bolt of pain? regret? love seemed to Lancelot to
arc from the commander's rough skin directly to Lancelot's
heart, and he was instantly, annoyingly, wonderingly
breathless. Arthur smiled tiredly at him, but spoke no more,
and Lancelot bit his lip and finally recrossed his arms over
his chest, shoring himself up against the biting wind, and
protecting himself from further want or pain if Arthur should
choose to touch him again.

Thank the gods, but the Roman turned and made his way, posture
straight and stride normal, to the group of soldiers and
knights that were to ride out to Merlin. Lancelot took a step
forward; he had never not seen Arthur out (on the few time
he'd left Lancelot behind), but caught a glimpse of the Optio,
who seemed to be watching him.

It was a brief look, but it raised Lancelot's hackles and the
bruises on his face began to throb. He could acutely feel the
arrow wound in his arm and his swollen eye was barking at him
again. He canted his head away from the Optio and saw - Darya.
Holding Tristan's hawk, and looking as fetching as ever as she
waited patiently to get her turn with the commander.

Tristan would be a noble representative of the knights. Arthur
had said his peace to Lancelot, and Lancelot feared his own
reaction if he were to go to the gathering.

So for the first time in his many years of being Arthur's
second, he made sure his sword belt was as tight as possible,
and he turned his back on the assemblage of travelers and quit
the courtyard.

He was officially in charge now.

don't leave me in this place alone

Lancelot's empty stomach rumbled mightily, and even though he
felt more nausea than hunger, he squared his shoulders, his
posture erect and his neck held stiffly and proudly, and
turned toward the tavern, away from perhaps the last sight
he'd have of his closest friend.

Gods of my ancestors - let him return.

He had no idea what he'd do if Arthur returned, but he knew
one thing - he would take charge of this place like a
whirlwind as Arthur had asked him to, and he would deal with
the annoyance of ...love when the other man showed his face
again.

This dog is not finished with you yet. Artos. My friend.

He entered the tavern, and settled himself at an empty table,
and attempted to flag down a serving girl. Finding Derfel
could wait a few moments. He was damned well hungry, and would
be fucked if that Saxon and the needs of that Woad girl came
before his own.

Accepting the stew and bread the buxom wench brought him, he
tucked in slowly, glad to see the ale she brought on her
second trip. His eyes dropped to the food, and he ignored
Catherine and Barbattus in the corner - he wasn't ready to
face her yet, and Arthur's old friend? No way in any kind of
Hell.

His gut clenched as he ate, taking small bites and washing the
meal down with plenty of alcohol. He could hold his own. He
would be fine. He would be -

alone.
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Author: TwistOfShadows
Date: Mon Nov 03, 2008 6:56 pm
Guinevere and Ceinwyn


Guinevere of Briton felt the cold wind on her face. It bit
hard against her cheekbones, and she opened her lips to it,
tasting home. Leaves rustled vehemently around her small form,
and she looked upwards sharply, quickly. Her dark eyes were
wide and bright, and her brown hair curled softly out of its
bonds. The Woad did not shiver, not even a flicker. She was
still in the depth of the woodland, appreciating a moment’s
solitude. Guinevere rose slowly from her crouching position in
the undergrowth, and brushed the dirt from her blue knees.
Where had the others gone? Indeed, she had fled so quickly she
had no idea...and the woman cursed her own stupidity. It was
irrational to wonder away from camp, at such a dangerous time.
There would surely be Romans scouting the area, seeking the
next foolish Woad to capture and turn to their way of
thinking. It was time to return to her father, to seek the
company she had missed in solemn solitude...

“Guinevere. There is a small party of Woads heading back to
bury the Dead. We should return before nightfall...” Ceinwyn’s
voice was quiet against the reverberation of strong winds, but
it was clear. Guinevere turned sharply, her lithe form
twisting to seek her companion.

“You followed me. Why?” Guinevere demanded. Her voice stronger
than intended. Her sharp eyes fell upon Ceinwyn, stood not far
away. The female Woad was filthy, and her hair matted from
it’s ginger roots. She had been beautiful once, but...time.
Time was more potent than any force thrown at them. It
damaged, it aged, it changed people...and Guinevere felt sorry
for Ceinwyn’s plight. A traitor? Some called Ceinwyn so, but
she was too broken to rally against Merlin. Without realising,
Guinevere’s expression had softened somewhat. She walked
silently through the undergrowth, and did not wait for Ceinwyn
to answer. “Come then. We must let them know we still live...”

There was a dark amusement in Guinevere’s voice. Ceinwyn had
not followed Guinevere, and she knew it. The Woad had been
alone for a long time now, and Ceinwyn’s presence had come
suddenly and without warning. Impressively spontaneous, and
worthy of her father’s army. She smiled wryly at the other
woman, and led the way, picking silently through the trees. A
brambled bush caught at her legs, but Guinevere paid it no
heed, not even when a slow trickle of blood travelled down her
shin. They moved onwards. The darkness would come quickly that
night, and Guinevere would rather be with the others. She
needed the assurance that everything was well...

The path was long, but the Woad women travelled quickly and
with haste. Guinevere took to the trees. The rough bark
against her hand was a comfort, it made her feel alive. Each
branch seemed ready for her, each trunk twisted into an area
welcoming a woman’s foot. The Woad glanced down to Ceinwyn,
following on the ground. She moved well in the undergrowth,
and avoided all obvious pathways within the woodland. Roman
horses could pass easily through several parts of the forest,
but here? The trees were closer together, and the undergrowth
and leaves were sharp and tighter. It was not a pleasing route
for the civilised, but for Woads? For the free? Ceinwyn looked
up at Guinevere, and the woman gestured ahead. There were
voices ahead, but nothing loud...and certainly not Roman.
Guinevere gestured Ceinwyn to stop, raising one hand into the
air. She removed a dagger from her boot, and placed it firmly
between her lips...moving forwards.

Guinevere saw them beneath her. She crouched down on her
branch, and squinted through the trees. She recognised her own
brethren, and breathed a sigh of relief. The blade against her
lips was cold, hard, but she kept it there. There was Smith,
Kayley, Nolan...and a few others. Friends. British Blood.

Guinevere dropped down into sight. She landed firmly on her
knees infront of the group, and was quickly accompanied by
Ceinwyn. The two woman greeted their brethren with a nod of
the head, and Guinevere slipped the dagger slowly from her
lips, returning it to her boot. She turned to the two on the
horse, Smith and Kayley, and spoke firmly to them.

“We have been gone too long, but the road is longer. Tell me,
what news?” Guinevere stood tall beside the horse, and glanced
around at their party. It was a small one, but enough to
respectfully see their dead buried within British soil. A
light breeze tussled the loose hairs around Guinevere’s face,
and she looked for her father. It was wishful thinking. He was
not here...but surely he was safe?
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Mon Nov 03, 2008 8:30 pm
Gawain


Remembering about Galahad's time in the infirmary, with his
wound being tended to, Gawain decided to check up on his
little brother.

Entering the stables and heading down to the stall where he
knew that the Pup kept his horse, he glanced into it and
finding it empty, decided on a hunch to check out the interior
arena as he knew that Gally would want to be left alone and
avoid any sort of human company while he sulked just like a
little boy would.

Seeing Gally, his face looking like a stormcloud ready to
burst walking his silverygrey horse with an overly dressed
woman next to him, and a stable-girl walking another gray
colored horse around the ring, he called out to him.

"Galahad, there you are. I've been looking everywhere for
you." Gawain called once he was within speaking distance to
him as he didn't want to draw anymore attention to the younger
knight than there already was.

Glancing over at the finely dressed woman next to him, he
nodded polietly at her commenting.

"Aren't you a little bit overdressed for the arena, lady?
You'll get your pretty dress all dirty."

Then returned his attention back to his little brother.







Tatiana

Seeing Arthur arrive in his Roman finery and walk up to the
white stallion and not realizing that he was the Commander
that everyone had been talking about, Tatiana turned her head
sideways where Darya stood.

"Darya, who is he?" She whispered quietly but curiously to her
new friend. "I've never seen him before, didn't know that he
was so tall." Then glancing around, saw another gent that
she'd never seen before.

"Who's the one dressed all in black? I don't think that I've
seen him before either. Is he like Tristan?" She asked
curiously. "Being a stable-hand, there are so many new
people that I've never met before, the only ones that I've met
and do know really well are Jols, Brendyn and Adian." She said
while watching Arthur.

The Commander's arrival overshadowed her meeting with Amadeus
and pushed it back into the shadows.








NOON
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Mon Nov 03, 2008 9:20 pm
Linnette


Dagonet
 
"I was just actually...sure...what is it?"


Oh, by heaven...Linnette shifted uncomfortably from foot to
foot, keenly aware that Dagonet and Saoirse had indeed been
planning to leave the infirmary just now, and furthermore that
Dagonet might consider this a very precious chance to do so,
given his words of last night. He was frowning at her now, and
looking disconcertingly like Gedeon frowning, except in a way
that had never really been directed at her before- only at
other persons or things- which only increased Linnette's
unease. Saoirse's look, meanwhile, was puzzled and rather
cold, though she had murmurred a soft greeting to Mari as she
sat resignedly back down. God above...she couldn't just keep
these two sitting here in the infirmary any longer than
necessary- that just wouldn't be right.

Linnette shifted the small book pointlessly to her other arm,
then took a deep breath, resolving to just get through her
proposal as quickly as possible. The desire for the picture
still burned in her heart undimmed, but the method she was
about to suggest suddenly seemed more ridiculous, more
unlikely than ever...how was this ever supposed to help?

"Well...listen, Father, Saoirse, I don't want to bother you,"
she put in hastily, raising her free hand in apology, then
plunging onward.

"We don't have to do anything about this now, it's just that I
had this idea, and, well...it might be silly." She laughed
shortly, self-deprecatingly, and shrugged sheepishly as she
went on.

"I was just thinking, earlier...I thought it would be rather
nice to have...a picture of Gedeon." Her throat choked up
again as she said the name; the usual way of things. She was
venturing into totally unknown territory now, though, with her
suggestion, and she firmly attempted to keep a lid on her own
emotions, carefully assessing Dagonet and Saoirse for their
reactions instead.

"I know it seems impossible, but I met this girl, Mari..."
Linnette took a short step backward, so that she and Mari were
even with each other, and gestured towards the younger girl,
"...who draws very well, and I thought maybe if she could get
a good look at you, Father, she'd have a starting place for
drawing Gedeon. It's better than nothing." Linnette fell
suddenly silent, looking apprehensively from Dagonet to
Saoirse, biting the corner of her lip and thoroughly expecting
to be told that it wouldn't work, or that it would be too
painful for Dagonet, or some other reason why it wouldn't be
possible. It was a wild idea for sure- almost a fantasy, now
that she articulated it. What in the world would Dagonet
think- what would he say?








Linnesse

Ione
 
"I- I feel as though I should stay here as I have just
lost my little boy...but all I would feel was agony if I
stayed here any longer...I loved Ian so...so much and
now he is gone...I would like to go to the shop...so
that I may grieve in silence...thank you, Linnesse. I
would like you to help me..."


"Come, then...let's go." As Sister Margaret stepped back,
letting go of Ione's other arm now that she was on her feet,
Linnesse looped her arm through Ione's, stepping close to her
and trying to provide as much support as she could. Though
compared to the wounded soldiers that Linnesse periodically
had to help stand up from their beds, Ione was a light burden
indeed.

"We'll get you home soon," Linnesse continued in a soothing
murmur as they passed through the door of the private room and
out into the almost-surrealistically more busy main infirmary.
A quick glance showed Linnette still in conversation with
Dagonet, Saoirse, and the younger girl she had come in with-
good. And Drake- not in evidence. More good. He surely
wouldn't come bother Linnette in Dagonet's presence, anyway.
Satisfied that that was as it should be for now, Linnesse
continued ushering Ione along, and soon enough they were
leaving the infirmary and passing out into the chilly winter
air outside.

Here Linnesse, seeing that Ione was walking well, picked up
the pace a little, just for the sake of getting them out of
the cold the sooner. She didn't speak, though- she found she
didn't know what to say. She knew Ione wanted to keep this
pregnancy- what was apparently left of it- but was having a
child without a father really a joyous thing? Linnette hadn't
really thought so- and she had been wedded and now
respectably, if tragically, widowed. Ione was neither- wasn't
that worse? Several times Linnesse was on the verge of saying
something, but it never seemed right, and she always
restrained herself, until suddenly they were at the door of
Ione's shop and home, and it was no longer the time for small
talk, but for practical conversation.

"Why don't I get the fire going- you sit down," Linnesse urged
Ione as they stepped through the doorway and into the outer
room, where Ione had her loom and her other equipment and her
wares displayed. Most of them, Linnesse noted, were quite
beautiful, the now-high sun showing them off to good advantage
as it streamed in the windows.

"You do excellent work- that dress you gave me last night was
beautiful," Linnesse now said with complete sincerity as she
bent to arrange some logs in the fireplace.








Tristan and Quintus

Arthur
 
"Optio...men."


Amadeus
 
"Commander Castus. We are ready to ride on your command.
It is a fine day for riding. The cold overnight will
have hardened the ground for our passage."


"Yeah," Tristan found himself agreeing, not even quite
grudgingly, as he stood by Tirgatao's side and kicked at a
small, loose stone on the ground idly. His fingers were
wrapped around the horse's reign, his leg muscles half-tensed
and ready to mount, but he waited, more or less patiently, for
Arthur to satisfy himself of Casti's condition before
mounting. The four Romans to one side of the scout, and Bors
to the other, all waited likewise, attentive to their
Commander's every action. But Tristan just wished they'd go!
It was murder, waiting like this. Battle was preferable to
waiting for one any day- that was Tristan's firm opinion.

"Arthur- we going to the village if the camp's empty?" he
asked suddenly, calling across the intervening space and over
the backs of two horses to the Commander. He remembered
Neeria's words about the village, of course- and he could get
there if need be. He was confident of that- though a course of
action like that might be more like walking into a lion's den,
at least if they went in force.
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Tue Nov 04, 2008 2:46 am
Dagonet


He saw that Saoirse mind was somewhere far away as he prepered
himself to leave the bed. He did not ask her anything nor he
talked to her... She seemed deep in her thoughts and as much
as he would like to know about what she was thinking, Dagonet
didn't want to invide that private area.... this was not the
time for it. He would ask her later.

But when he wanted to stand she came closer and caught his
elbow just in case. And when Linnette with the younger woman
came closer Saoirse sat down and put a hand on his knee.
Dagonet devoted her a few seconds, looking at her before
turning his head to observe Linnette. Well, she seemed
unease...

Saoirse greeted the girl behind Linnette and he once more
glanced upon her. Who she was? Why Linnette took her here and
have Saoirse know her? From where?

He looked back at Linnette and waited for her to start.

Linnette
 
"Well...listen, Father, Saoirse, I don't want to bother
you, We don't have to do anything about this now, it's
just that I had this idea, and, well...it might be
silly."


Dagonet did not interupt her while she tried to speak her
mind. Her short laugh didn't change his frown at her. It was
not a frown of accusation or impatience... rather of try of
understanding what was this all about. He allowed her to
continued patiently, not urging her to be faster.

Linnette
 
"I was just thinking, earlier...I thought it would be
rather nice to have...a picture of Gedeon."


With Gedeon's name Dagonet's frown deepened a little... and
his heart beated a little faster. Would this be like that
always? Would he feel heart crushing into his chest every time
he hears his name? Would he always feel this endless sorrow
upon hearing about his son?

Dagonet oppened his mouth to say something... A picture? But
how? They didn't have anything to draw from. There was no
body, no face... Besides Dagonet didn't understand how he
would be helpfull.. He didn't understand or seemed to forgett
about one little fact about himself and his lost son.

Linnette
 
"I know it seems impossible, but I met this girl,
Mari... ...who draws very well, and I thought maybe if
she could get a good look at you, Father, she'd have a
starting place for drawing Gedeon. It's better than
nothing."


The tall Sarmatian looked at Mari for a brief second while
Linnette still talked. But when Linnette came to conclusion he
found himself speachless... and surprised to no limits. Good
look at him?? But he was nothing like Gedeon! He was older!
Gedeon had long hair, he was shaving his head! What
resemblance did he have with his death son? How the girl could
drew Gedeon upon Dagonet as a model? Would it be possible?
He stared upon Linnette speachless, his frown disapearing, a
deep suprise upon his face and allowing the silence to flow
between them. He wanted to ask firstly why, but stopped
himself in time. After a moment, the tall man breathed out
raising his eyebrows and looking sideways to Saoirse,
searching in her face what she thought about this.
But he took this under further thinking... It would be a very
good thing for Gedeon's child... it would see how the father
looked like. Something either Gedeon nor Dagonet had in their
childhood... They grew up without a father's hand and without
father's image in their mind... only some misty stories about
them.

Dagonet thought deeper about it... and looked back at Mari
then back to Linnette. Her face was full of uncertainty... but
also hope. She also needed this... Dagonet could understand.
He sighed once more... and the silence grew thick around them.
He cleared his throat and scrathed his neck.

"Well, Linnette.... that is a surprise" he started, wincing a
little at this. "I don't know if I'm so... alike him..." The
tall knight grunted and looked deep into Linnette's eyes.
"...there are more than few difference."

His eyes went to Mari eximining for a moment if she would be
able to draw minding those difference... And he thought about
the fact how would he feel being a model for his death son.
Uncomfortable probably... He casted one more look to Saoirse
and back to Linnette.

"But... if you think it's.. well.. possible anyway... and that
I might help, that is... okey with me." he cleared his throat
uncomfortably again. "I suppose..." he added giving Linnette a
little uncouraging smile.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Tue Nov 04, 2008 10:10 am
Linnette


Dagonet
 
"Well, Linnette...that is a surprise. I don't know if
I'm so...like him...there are more than few differences.
But...if you think it's...well...possible, anyway...and
that I might help, that is...okey with me. I suppose..."


"Really? Oh, thank you! That's wonderful!" Linnette exclaimed,
giving voice to the relief washing through her at Dagonet's
agreement. It was maybe a skeptical agreement, one that held
back and seemed to think there was a strong possibility of
this not working at all- but it was agreement nonetheless, and
that was more than enough to get by on for now. Linnette's
face broke into a brilliant smile of relief and joy, which
settled gratefully on Dagonet for a moment before she turned,
getting down to business again, beckoning Mari forward, her
mind already leaping ahead to what was necessary to turn a
portrait of Dagonet into a portrait of Gedeon. Something she
could look at and remember, something her child could look at
and know.

"They really look very much alike, Mari...no, you do!" she
added in protest to Dagonet, sensing more skepticism on the
knight's part.

"Gedeon was younger, of course- nineteen-" a catch in her
voice at that; not even twenty yet. He would have turned
twenty in the spring. "And he had long, very dark hair, like
this-" Linnette held up her hand illustratively, indicating a
point about at her jawline, where Gedeon's hair had hung on
him. Straight, almost-black hair- she had loved to run her
hands through it.

"But the eyes- the face- very similar, really." She turned
back to Dagonet, outlining his features with one hand, a few
inches from his skin, with half an eye still questioningly on
Mari. Was it enough? Could she do this- make a good likeness
from one living relative and Linnette's incoherent, frustrated
description?

"Just...less sad." Linnette trailed off, meeting Dagonet's
eyes now, with sympathy and shared sorrow. Did she look like
that, when the name of Gedeon was mentioned- torn up inside,
hurting, missing some part of herself? Linnette could only
suppose that she did- she felt like that.

"Do you think you can?" Her voice was much quieter now, as she
looked back at Mari, then, with resignation and a certain
sense of asking for permission, at Saoirse.

"It doesn't have to be now, if you were leaving...but soon?"
Her voice turned up in rather pathetic hope on the last word,
and she found she once more had to sniff back the clogging of
her throat.
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Author: Darya
Date: Tue Nov 04, 2008 10:23 am
Darya


Darya watched and listened to Arthur addressing the gathered
men…and then let her dark gaze shift from one man to the next,
some reacting to their Commander, others just remaining
silent. The pride and perhaps also excitement that especially
Brendyn’s face and posture were reflecting made the dark
Sarmatian smile benignly. The young soldier seemed to lack
experience and routine regarding such missions…but Darya was
sure he would soon act as relaxed and calm as all the others.
Shaking her head a little, the woman’s dark eyes then found
Lancelot. But instead of approaching the group as well…and to
maybe wait until the men were out of the gate, her countryman
turned around and walked away. Darya frowned slightly at the
knight’s action but then figured that a mission without him
probably had a foul taste for Lancelot. No, not
probably…certainly. The woman sighed and brushed a strand of
long dark hair out of her face…

Tatiana
 
"Darya, who is he? I've never seen him before, didn't
know that he was so tall. Who's the one dressed all in
black? I don't think that I've seen him before either.
Is he like Tristan? Being a stable-hand, there are so
many new people that I've never met before, the only
ones that I've met and do know really well are Jols,
Brendyn and Adian."


Tatiana’s voice distracted the Sarmatian from watching
Lancelot leaving the courtyard. She glanced at the girl by her
side to find out who she was talking about. When Darya noticed
that the stable-hand was referring to Arthur and Lancelot, she
could not help but smile faintly. “This…”, the dark-haired
replied in a low voice and with a nod into Arthur’s direction,
“…is Arthur Castus…our Commander…” The woman’s dark gaze
lingered a bit longer than necessary on the Roman, who had
managed to turn her little world upside-down way back then,
and licked her lips stiffly before using her free hand to
motion into the direction into which Lancelot was disappearing
into. “And that is the First Knight. Lancelot…”, Darya then
continued but paused at Tatiana’s question if Lancelot was
like Tristan. Now that depended on the point of view for sure.
Tilting her head a little, the female Sarmatian made a quiet
pensive noise. “And he is Sarmatian…like Tristan. And a knight
like Tristan. And yet the two are…quite different…”, she added
with a slight wry grin, “…I’m sure you’ll get to know them all
better one day. You’re still new to this place…so don’t
worry…”

With that, the dark-haired met Tatiana’s gaze again to watch
the girl’s reaction to her words…
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Tue Nov 04, 2008 12:49 pm
Galahad


No he wasn't phased by her good lucks and charms. She was
beautiful, delicious if he were to be honest - but Galahad was
tired of women right now. He had been hurt too recently by one
as pretty as this whore, and she had been a woman he had cared
deeply for - loved even. The betrayal made him uncaring of
another woman's beauty for all he saw when he looked down
beyond the lucious lashes of this woman was the prospect of
betrayal, the reminder of hurt and heartache.

Galahad turned his horse away from her but was intent on
making the animal walk about the indoor arena to warm her up a
bit, to warm himself up a bit, to get his body back to it's
normal state as soon as possible. Gentle exercise was good for
that. When he had turned his back on her he heard her laugh
and quickly glared over his shoulder at the woman. His dark
eyes were broodingly dark, narrowed to accusing slits.
His narrowed eyes boggled when she waggled a finger at him as
if he were some ... some .... some wayward child!
Indignant and righteous, Galahad silently fumed.

Eyla
 
“You don’t mean that. And if you do? You have offended
me greatly, and I shall stay until I learn how I
displease you...”


He scoffed in agonised disbelief at her words, realising that
he had no way of dismissing her now. He had meant it, for her
to go away - but should he tell her this then she would insist
on staying to find out why he had offended her? He offended
her?! By the sweat of all the god... !

She winked at him. Galahad stiffened, nose wrinkling in
annoyance at her as he sauntered past her on the grey. She
took to walking next to him which made the young Sarmatian
roll his eyes heavenwards. The scent of her wafted up to him
and the knight grit his teeth, deliberately turning his head
to the side to avoid it. It was too feminine. It wasn't
anything like Alina but it was feminine nonetheless. He wanted
nothing to do with women, or anyone, right now.

Eyla
 
“My name is Eyla, but you can call me whatever you like.
Whatever pleases you. And you are Galahad of Sarmatia. I
know this, because I am a friend of your Commander’s.
Therefore you must be nice to me! Tell me Galahad, what
makes you so miserable that you turn me away without
giving me a chance? I feel unwanted!”


She chirped away beside him and Galahad looked straight ahead
with resigned misery. Her pace was admirable, he had to admit
- and he wondered how she managed it with those skirts on. But
he was not abotu togive her the satisfaction of him looking
down at her. The best thing he could do was ignore her.
However, her mention of Arthur made Galahad look down at her
in amazement. His blue eyes were wide in astonishment and his
mouth gaped like a fish.

"Arthur!" he blurted out, ignoring her question as he tried to
come to terms with what she implied. Oh obviously Arthur did
seek out whores in his time - he was only a man after all, and
a man had needs. But it was really strange for the young
Sarmatian to consider his Commander, his pure and brave leader
with a whore! "And you?" he pointed a wavering finger at her
when he said it. He then shook his head adn looked away from
her pretty face, looking ahead of him again, frowning even
more now that he had fallen into her little trap.

"Actually forget it, I don't want to know. That's his
business." he muttered, and noticed to a noticeable sinking of
his heart, that someone else was coming into the arena too.
She was leading another grey, a fine-legged beast of a horse
Galahad noted with a casual glance. When she called out a
cheery greeting he gave a bleak grumble in response before
glaring down at Eyla and squeezed his thighs, setting his
horse to a brisker pace, wondering if she would bother trying
to keep up.

Distracted, he didn't notice Gawain's entrance until the other
man spoke --

Gawain
 
"Galahad, there you are. I've been looking everywhere
for you. Aren't you a little bit overdressed for the
arena, lady? You'll get your pretty dress all dirty."


Galahad glanced over his shoulder at Gawain but continued on
his circuit of the arena, wondering why he couldn't just spend
some time alone. Was it too much to ask. He flexed his fingers
about the leather reins and gave a snort of amusement as
Gawain commented to Eyla about her dress getting dirty.

"Careful Gawain. You'll offend her and she'll have to bombard
you with cheery chatter as retaliation." Galahad called out
grumpily, glowering at the pretty whore.









Saoirse and Mari

Linnette
 
"Well...listen, Father, Saoirse, I don't want to bother
you, We don't have to do anything about this now, it's
just that I had this idea, and, well...it might be
silly. I was just thinking, earlier...I thought it would
be rather nice to have...a picture of Gedeon. I know it
seems impossible, but I met this girl, Mari... who draws
very well, and I thought maybe if she could get a good
look at you, Father, she'd have a starting place for
drawing Gedeon. It's better than nothing."


Saoirse was quite shocked to hear what it was Linnette had
thought to occupy her. She looked at Mari with wide eyes, not
realising the girl had had a penchant for drawing. Mari gave
an abashed smile and dipped her head, shrugging in mild
embarrassment to be spoken of in such a nice way. Her dark
eyes were staring at the ground, her attention focussed on the
conversation but unable to meet the eyes of the tall Knight on
the bed. By his nature he was not intimidating but there was
something about the size and bulk of him that was a little
jarring.

The red head thought it shocking at first - but when she heard
the desperation in Linnette's voice she felt a thick wedge
form in her own throat. Despair and need colored the other
woman's voice, it reverberated from her little body in waves
that Saoirse, as a woman bereaved before, could sense acutely.
She looked over at Dagonet, silently communicating her
ambiguity on the subject, unsure if he would want to be the
model for this portrait but thinking it to be a good thing for
him too.

She did not voice this opinion, merely waited to see if he
would go along with it.

Dagonet
 
"Well, Linnette.... that is a surprise. I don't know if
I'm so... alike him... there are more than few
difference. But... if you think it's.. well.. possible
anyway... and that I might help, that is... okey with
me. I suppose..."


Linnette
 
"Really? Oh, thank you! That's wonderful! They really
look very much alike, Mari...no, you do! Gedeon was
younger, of course- nineteen- But the eyes- the face-
very similar, really. Just...less sad. Do you think you
can? It doesn't have to be now, if you were
leaving...but soon?"


Mari heard the man's agreement and her head whipped up,
delight coloring her featuers as she looked from Dagonet to
Linnette to watch the hope that would certainly blossom in her
face.

And it did! It was magnificent to see the poor woman so
illuminated, so vibrant about this. Mari couldn't remember
much about Linnette from before today as she had only ever
passed her briefly, but she imagined that this was how she had
been before her husband had died. And Mari liked this side of
Linnette!

She beamed in delight and nodded her head enthusiastically
about the descriptions.

When teh description went to age and then about how much
sadder this older man looked than his younger son Mari's
humour fled. She lowered her eyes and clasped her hands in
front of her stomach shyly, allowing those who had known this
fallen knight to grieve for him once more.

Saoirse listened to Dagonet's tone and knew her lover to be
uncomfortable about this - and in hearing his acqueisance she
found herself feeling a little of that discomfort. Did
Linnette truly see that much of a resemblance between her dead
husband and his father, Saoirse's lover?

A protective, possessive flash surged through Saoirse's body,
heating her right to the very core as she glanced over at
Linnette who was delightedly chatting about the picture and
gesturing with a hand towards Dagonet's face. She resolutely
cooled her temper and quelled her jealousy before giving the
auburn-haired woman a nod and small smile.

"I was just about t'bring him t'the baths. I'm takin' t'his
own room afterwards if he'll let me..." she said with a wry
grin at her lover, knowing that his desire to be out of the
infirmary was almost as ferverent as her desire to be out of
there.

"And you could tell me more what differences there were
between them in the meantime." Mari chimed in, placing a hand
on Linnette's shoulder, an undeniably infectious tone of
levity and good mood to her voice, her dark eyes sparkling as
she smiled at Dagonet with gratitude. She had no idea why she
was so grateful to him for doing this - except that she
couldn't bear to think of Linnette's earlier sadness nor bear
to think of it unfolding before her again.
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Author: Unicorn
Date: Tue Nov 04, 2008 2:40 pm
Dagonet


Dagonet caught Saoirse eyes, but her look said nothing...
didn't voice any oppinion on the matter. When he finally came
to conclusion that he would help in this, even if it will be
uncomfortable and strange Dagonet observed Linnette's face. A
hope and happiness spread all over her features.

Linnette
 
"Really? Oh, thank you! That's wonderful!"


And with that joy and that smile Dagonet himself could not
smile himself at his daughter in law. She was so excited about
the mere thought of this all! Dagonet's heart beated a little
faster. If it helped Linnette that was good... then he was
willing to sit as a model.

Linnette
 
"They really look very much alike, Mari...no, you do!
Gedeon was younger, of course- nineteen-"


Dagonet was smiling and shook his head as she started to
explain things to Mari... He was sceptical about this, but not
so much to refuse her...

But when she mentioned that Gedeon was much younger... only
nineteen, a smile fell from his face. Gedeon was so young. So
full in his strenghts. And now he was dead, lost forever to
the world. Dagonet lowered his head slowly at the thought that
Gedeon was not even twenty years old... only nineteen... Whole
life was before, while Dagonet was old now, a lifetime behind
him. This was a very sad thought and the happiness of seeing
Linnette smiling flew away. His shoulders slouched and he
lowered his head.

Linnette
 
"But the eyes- the face- very similar, really.
Just...less sad."


He looked up as she brought a hand near his face. Sadness
clearly all over his face, in his eyes. Her voice came into
more gentle one and she gave him a meaningful look.
Sympathy... Corners of his mouth twitched but he did not smile
again. Yes, there was much sorrow in him, much sadness that
Gedeon never had in him. Gedeon was living fully... he was
happy. Dagonet was sad and lost... Now, more than ever before.

Linnette
 
"Do you think you can? It doesn't have to be now, if you
were leaving...but soon?"


Dagonet was about to answer, but Saoirse spoke up. He was not
looking at her, knowing what will she tell Linnette right
now... Going to the baths and returning back to the infirmary
ofcourse. He lowered his head slightly and breathed a low
sigh.

Saoirse
 
"I was just about t'bring him t'the baths. I'm takin'
t'his own room afterwards if he'll let me..."


Her words made him look at Saoirse in surprise. Own room? They
did not talk about returning there! She was smiling at him and
he smiled back... a silent thank you to her. He was tired of
infirmary and lack of privacy... He was tired of laying
here... His hand went to hers laying upon his knee and
squeezed it slightly with a greatful look and smile.

Mari
 
"And you could tell me what differences there were
between them in the meantime."


His eyes went to the young woman beside Linnette and saw her
smiling at him w much greatfull... He nodded his head slowly.
And he cleared his throat inpatiently... If he was going to
leave the place than better faster than later.

The tall knight gathered his strenghts and started slowly to
stand up. He did not stand on his own for a long time now and
felt his legs weak, unsteady... but he was up. Now Sarmiatian
towered over the three women around him.

"So let's go then, love" he said to Saoirse and turned to Mari
and Linnette. "See me in few hours in my room, alright?"
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Author: Starbelle
Date: Tue Nov 04, 2008 3:31 pm
Gawain and Tayala


Tayala, hearing his grumble of a reply, got the hint and
continued on the circuit with the grey mare gently tugging the
reins with a click of her tongue when she wanted to stop.
"C'mon, girl. Only a little bit further, now." The young
stable-girl said to the mare in a pleasant tone as they
continued on their way. Gawain nodded to her pleasantly as
they passed him to start the cool-down part of the walk.

Galahad
 
"Careful Gawain. You'll offend her and she'll have to
bombard you with cheery chatter as retaliation."


"Thanks for the warning, Galahad, but I'll be fine." Gawain
replied with a nod.

"Lady, if you've never been around a horse before, I'd not get
too close lest you make the animal nervous and a nervous horse
is quite a very unpredictable one, at best." He said to her as
a serious warning tone entered his voice as he was hoping to
give his little brother a bit of breathing room from her.
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Author: Pinkie
Date: Tue Nov 04, 2008 4:30 pm
Drake


"'Cile? Cecile?" Drake called in an excited baritone. His red
cloak whipped behind him as he walked briskly through the
shady garden towards the little home that he shared with his
wife. The silence was eerie and something inside the Spaniard
squirmed. The excitement he felt was at odds with something
else inside of him, a foreboding. That foreboding was from
another time, another age - an age yet to come? The thrilling
news that he had to tell his wife could not wait until he had
been formally declared. The promotion meant that they would
not only have more money, but that they could move - to Rome
itself! Cecile would be so happy.

Drake pushed open the door and his nose immediately picked up
the scent of blood. His head snapped to the side and he saw
the body of his middle son upon the ground, blood pooled all
around his youthful corpse.

"No..!" Drake groaned, that foreboding making itself felt
right in the pit of his stomach. Recognising this nightmare,
Drake withdrew, he turned from the house and ran back up the
garden path instead of going onwards as he had done that
fateful day, instead of going on to find the bodies of his
other two sons similarly mutilated and then Cecile... Cecile
bloodied and abandonned on their marriage bed. And Claudius,
his brother in the corner weeping in a crazed murmur.

The nightmare blurred.

"Cile? Cecile?" Drake called out in an excited whisper. His
footsteps faltered as he found himself once more on the same
garden path, the same warm day, teh same shadows dancing on
the ground around him. He stopped before ever reaching the
door and looked up at the sky. Tears brimmed in his green
eyes.

"Must I ever remember this pain?" he said in a hoarse whisper,
gritting his teeth. He lifted his hand to his face and looked
at the bandage there. His head cocked to the side and he felt
another feeling from another age, an age yet to come.

Forehead creased deeply, Drake turned to look at the door of
his home. Something had changed in the dream. A shadow had
lifted somewhere along teh way. The Spaniard took a hesitant
step forwad, reaching out his bandaged hand to the door.

"Linnette?" he whispered quietly, breathlessly, "Lin?" another
breathless murmur as the door opened and instead of the smell
of blood there was the smell of bread. Fresh baked bread.
Drake blinked his tired green eyes, feeling the sting of tears
receding as he looked to the side. His middle son came
bounding out of the hallway and clashed into his body, arms
spread wide. Drake thought the nightmare had returned but in a
different way so he presumed the boy to be hurt adn
immediately reached out to grab him, sheltering his body with
his own as he looked around with furious green eyes for
whosoever would harm his family.

"Drake! I knew it was you!" Linnette cried in delight as she
too came bounding out of the hall and threw herself at him,
her arms around his neck. Drake goggled visibly but had no
time to react to her other than to wrap an arm about her waist
too. He was rigid as she embraced him, a hand to teh back of
his head, stroking the short hairs at the back of his neck. "I
heard the horse and I knew it was you come back finally!" she
cooed against his neck, her soft breath causing a heated stir
to immediately surge through the soldiers veins.

"Linnette?" Drake whispered in surprise. He pulled back and
looked down at her. It was Linnette but she looked different
here in his dreams - she was not so fragile looking, the
creases of worry did not mar her forehead, sadness and loss
did not paint her hazel eyes dark. "What .. ?" the Spaniard
began, uncomprehending of what this was, of why Linnette
greeted him as if they were wed.

And then he realised that this was a dream. This was his dream
adn that his dreams could be whatever his heart desired.

His face cracked in a beaming smile and the Spaniard laughed -
a great booming, joyous laugh as he wrapped both arms around
his 'wife' and lifted her off her feet. His son had rnu off to
get his other two sons, his youngest and eldest who yet lived,
and Drake leaned his head down to Linnette, close to her face
and paused.

"Amazing.." he murmured. But as he dipped his face closer
again, intent on kissing her warm lips he saw a trickle of
blood from her ear.

"No..." his voice was choked, thick with agony. A cry from his
son from behind made him turn to look down the shady garden.
Cecile stood there with their youngest son's dead body limp in
her arms. Drake grit his teeth and pulled Linnette closer to
him.

Her body flopped lifelessly against his chest and Drake's head
wihpped around to look into her lifeless eyes.

"No!"

"Cile?" Drake murmured in the waking world, reaching a hand
back over his body to the bundle of blankets by the wall. His
eyes fluttered open and his fingers brushed the woollen
blanket. He stilled suddenly, staring across at the empty
hearth. A shiver ran down his spine. An ardent need was
burning in his loins but it was repulsed viciously by the
dread feeling in his gut at how that nightmare had ended.
"Cile.. " the Spaniard said again, an angry whisper as he
tossed his legs over the side of teh bed. He sat up abruptly
and rubbed his face with his hands. He bowed his head and ran
his hands over the hair at the back of his neck, dispelling
the feeling of that beautiful caress.

"Fuck..." Drake said in an emotionless voice, lifting his eyes
to peer at the bandage about his hand. Without thought he
started to pull the bandage down over his fingers, yanking it
off without grace. The healing scab stuck to the bandage and
some of it tore away with the old material. The Spaniard
hissed in pain but continued. He looked at one side his hand
and then the other, marvelling at how he still had teh use of
all his fingers despite how thorough a job the woad had done
on him. He shook his head and walked over to the water bowl.
He dipped his hand into it and turned to stare out the window
mutely, glowering darkly, shadows from his past haunting the
green depths of his eyes.
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Author: LadyCastus
Date: Tue Nov 04, 2008 9:00 pm
Malcus Barbattus


Catherine
 
"Both".


Just then the barmaid returned to their table with the tankard
of honey-spiced tea and noisily it them down, briefly
interupting Catherine. The cups shook dangerously, threatening
to tip over. Malcus looked up at the girl who rolled her eyes
at him and walked away. He looked at Catherine with a smirk on
his face. She seemed highly amused at the girl's apparent
jealousy. Malcus gave a non-committal shrug of his shoulders
and laughed. Catherine took her hand from Malcus' and covered
her mouth as she gave a gave a soft laugh, shaking her head.

Catherine
 
"I think she has heard the whisperings from your lovers,
Captain - and she thinks me unworthy of such a man. Is
there more to the Brute than whispers then I wonder...


Catherine slid a little closer to the captain and when she let
her fingers grace the soft part of his wrist, his erection
reared its head, straining against his breeches. Malcus
smiled, loving the feeling of the blood surging to the head of
his throbbing organ. He noticed Catherine staring at his
hands.

"Ay my lady, but you are most worthy to waste your time on an
old soldier dog like myself. Perhaps it is I who is not worthy
to maintain the company of such a beautiful woman. If there is
more to the Brute..well..." Malcus released her other hand and
raised his hand just a few inches from her face, twirling it
at the the wrist.

"These hands have handled everything from the splinters of a
battle ax to the creamy soft skin of a woman's inner thighs
and everything....in between...." he said with a wicked smile
and a subtle lick of his lips. The captain purposely stared at
Catherine's bosom as he continued.

"These large hands have served me well both on the battlefield
and in the bedroom. My lady, you do know what the say about a
man with large hands don't you?"

Malcus picked up his mug and took a sip of the hot tea,
wagging his eyebrows at Catherine.

"Try it while it's hot," he said, smiling.









Rosita and Nolan

Rosita and Nolan kept a steady pace as they walked behind
Scath who was carrying Smith and Kayley. Rosita's heart
skipped a beat when Smith turned around and scanned those
walking behind them. Was he looking for her? She almost
laughed out loud when Smith turned back around quickly before
a low-hanging tree branch threatened to knock him in the head.

"What's funny?" Nolan asked, side-stepping a large rock.

"Nothing" Rosita said, straightening up.

"He's nothing but hurt. Let it be." Nolan said gruffly.

"What do you mean?" Rosita asked, knowing full well what he
meant.

"He doesn't care about anything but that horse and himself."

Rosita didn't say anything. She knew it was true. Smith was a
loner. She could take him as her lover probably...maybe...but
that would be it. She doubted Smith would ever settle down
with anyone.

Rosita pulled at her flask that hung at her waist and took a
sip. She handed the flask over to Nolan who took it and sipped
as well.

The two walked in silence as they continued their trek through
the dense wood.









Neeria

Neeve
 
“Forgive me that I’m not as trusting as the Commander…as far as I know, we had your leader’s word regarding the truce between your people and this Fortress, too. And what happened, hm?so much for the word of a Woad…You don’t understand this, do you? Everyone in that cell down there wanted you dead…all but one. And it’s only because of our respect for the Commander and his orders as well as because of his compassion and patience that you are still breathing… You are lucky. Better keep that in mind.


"You and your companions have made it perfectly clear just how
lucky I am," Neeria replied sarcastically, "but my luck
doesn't really feel as good as you seem to think," the woad
added.

The short woman stopped again, struggling with her too-long
trousers, reaching down and pulling them up while at the same
time pushing back the sleeves of her large tunic. She took 3
more steps and viciously dug in her head, scratching at the
maddening itches again. Neeria sneezed and wiped her nose with
the back of her hand, then rushed to catch up with Neeve.

"Yes, I'm lucky," Neeria said again dryly.

A bird circled above them and landed on Neeve's raised arm.

Neeve
 
“And where have you been in the last days, hm?”


"That is your bird?" Neeria asked as she tripped and had to
stop and pull up her trousers again. As part of the routine,
she pushed up the sleeves of the tunic as well. "I had one at
my home, too. I wonder what happened to her," the woad asked,
reflectively.

Neeve
 
“Keep moving…we’re almost there…”


Neeria sighed heavily and scratched her itchy scalp again,
rushing to keep up with Neeve's long strides.
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Author: golden_trillium
Date: Tue Nov 04, 2008 9:04 pm
Linnette


Saoirse
 
"I was just about t'bring him t'the baths. I'm takin'
t'his own room afterwards if he'll let me..."


Mari
 
"And you could tell me more what differences there were
between them in the meantime."


Dagonet
 
"So let's go then, love. See me in few hours in my room,
all right?"


"All right- we will." Linnette nodded vigorously, now having
to cock her head backwards to look up into Dagonet's face. It
had been like that with Gedeon, too...Linnette remembered one
time when they had been walking and talking outside near the
fort's outer wall- when no one else was in that street to see
them- and in a sudden impulse she had jumped up onto the
second stair of a flight leading up the wall to kiss him, the
extra boost for her nicely evening out their heights. The
sweet, pleasant memory put a reminiscent smile on Linnette's
face as she looked at Dagonet- but then she quickly dropped
her eyes, sneaking a guilty look at Saoirse, embarrassed at
having compared the two of them so blatantly in her head. She
didn't have any interest in Dagonet that way! No, not even
when the resemblance between him and Gedeon was enough to
break her heart. And Saoirse looked uncomfortable enough with
the whole situation. Linnette shook her head slightly, as if
denying the whole awkward mess to herself, then looked up
again, more businesslike this time.

"Take your time," she urged Saoirse, meeting the other
redhead's eyes with effort, but forcing a smile nonetheless.
Friendliness was essential- without Saoirse's goodwill, this
portrait sitting might not happen at all. Not that Linnette
wanted to antagonize Saoirse, or cause her any doubt or pain,
anyway. Saoirse had been one of the first people Linnette had
met in the fort, and she had always liked the redhead, even
when she had not fully understood the circumstances
surrounding the child whom she had borne Dagonet- and whom she
had left in distant Ireland when she had returned.

"And thank you," she added again, directing that to Saoirse,
that time- hopefully, trying to make a connection with her
with her eyes. Trying and failing, she thought. With a last
flash of hopeful, pleading smile for Dagonet, Linnette turned
to Mari, grateful for the girl's sympathetic hand on her
shoulder, and turned to leave the infirmary for now.
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Author: lady ione
Date: Tue Nov 04, 2008 9:15 pm
Ione


Linnesse
 
"Come, then...let's go."


Ione was grateful for the help as she steadied herself. She
still felt a bit achy and weak, but the longer she stayed in
the infirmary, the more she'd remember the tragedy that
occured there. Slowly, Ione stepped a bit from Sister
Margaret, and leaned lightly on Linnesse making sure not to
put all of her weight on the healer. The weaver was feeling
anxious about getting to her shop, and just relaxing and doing
everything the nun had told her to....

Linnesse
 
"We'll get you home soon,"


The weaver just kept her eyes down as she and Linnesse moved
from the room and into the main area of the infirmary, then
out into the fresh air. She hoped that no one noticed her as
they left for she really did not feel like speaking to anyone
right now... having to explain why she was there and what had
happened. The chilly air made Ione shiver a bit and she placed
her arms about herself, and began to move a bit steadier as
they approached her shop. She had so much to get done, but the
things that did need to be finished would be relaxing
enough... enough to keep her relaxed and free from worry. She
reminded herself to look in on Titrus's daughters later this
afternoon... perhaps a nice tea and some conversation.

As they stepped through the doorway, and Linnesse had closed
it behind them both, Ione looked about her to make sure
everything was as it had been. She went over to her favorite
chair and sat slowly down in it taking in a deep breath as she
did so...

Linnesse
 
"Why don't I get the fire going- you sit down," "You do
excellent work- that dress you gave me last night was
beautiful,"


Dark eyes watched as the healer went to build a warm fire in
the fireplace. The warmth was most welcomed and comforting as
Ione pulled a woven blanket about herself. She had to smile
when Linnesse complimented her on the dress she had made. It
was one of her better pieces.

"I am glad that you like the dress, Linnesse, " She sighed
reaching over to the unfinished cloak on the table next to
her. Ione fingered the tightly woven cloth, and said softly,
'Mother taught me how to weave and dress make when I was
younger... it was the only thing we liked to do together...'
She broke off the sentence and looked at the other woman, then
looked back at the deep black of the unfinished cloak she ran
her fingers over. She looked up at Linnesse, "Do you weave, or
sew?" Ione studied the healer curiously. "Perhaps you could
come over sometime and do some projects with me?" Absently,
her eyes traveled to the window and looked out at the gray,
chilled day...
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