☾ Once Upon a Time ☽ (A/U Fairy Tale RP) IC Thread

[Hope_Mercy_Rose]

Erina, the heir to her kingdom's throne, was traveling by horseback to the kingdom of Camelot. Why? Well, after her kingdom had relocated north, people had lost their inspiration and their happiness. The once sea dependent people, were loosing all sense of who they were and were falling to desperation. They were beginning to commit crime at an alarming rate and out of desperation, her father had asked her to travel and see what else was out there. To see how other kingdom's were faring. Escorting her were six knights, her private guards. They were dressed in black armor, but if one looked closely they would see the royal crest of her kingdom on their chests, and shades of blue decorating their outfits. Her own dress covered well, though she was wearing a dress suitable for riding. They had been traveling for almost a month now , here and there, and she was exhausted and hoped they would arrive soon. "Come, we must be nearing it." She said, hoping to encourage the men a bit. They were losing their spirit as well.

Then suddenly, they were there. Camelot. "There it is men!" Just like she had once commanded a ship, she commanded them onward to Camelot. She had sent a letter a month and a half ago to Camelot, but she was sure that it probably had not arrived. Things happened, and messengers got lost all the time, or distracted. Or both. Erina watched as they got to the edge of the kingdom, and officially passed into its borders. but…it looked almost like the place was preparing for war. It gave off that sort of vibe. It was scary. "Be vigilant but polite. Help if it is needed. If you see a royal sigil for Camelot let me know. " The men nodded, happy to have orders…and something to do. They stayed on their horses, but kept their eyes open, scanning for trouble or for anything good. A sign that they were in a good place, or a bad one. After all, their first duty above all it to protect their princess. If Erina died, the kingdom would have no heir, and it would just fall down into that spiral of pain and misery. She was its future, and without her , the kingdom could not recover. As an only child, her father would have nothing and no one to cling to. Her mother would fall into disrepair. I wish they would adopt another child, so they would have another heir and someone to care for.

Where: Camelot
Wearing: 3
Company: n/a

[Diandra Moon]

~Naren Phillipa~
Location: beach near Daedron ~~~ Company: Avani, a flying girl, and Sir Lamorak

The man came around, and he was breathing on his own. He was sore, but whatever fight he had been in, and the beating he took from the currents would do that. “I don’t know anything about any Queen Evelyn being on her way, but the castle…It’s about an hour’s walk, that way,” she said, pointing towards the tower in the distance. “Are you even able to walk that? I could go and bring back a wagon or litter for you.”

The knight gave a quick bow and started walking. She didn’t know if he was stupid, stubborn, or some twisted combination of the two. “You’re going to get yourself killed!” A lone, injured man, walking…The dragons would make a meal out of him in no time!

“Come on, before he gets eaten,” she said to the two females with her…Even if only one of them knew she was a female herself. “Sir Lamorak! You shouldn’t be going off alone!” She wondered if she told him who she was, if that would make him listen any better…

Probably not…

[Hope_Mercy_Rose]

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"I steal…"

Her prayer was answered, and the man came back to life. And then he burned. At least he excused himself, though the cussing was unneeded. "Sir Lamorak, I would ask that you recall that not only are you in a country that is not your own, but that you are in the presence of a woman." And royalty, but as far as he was concerned they were just…people. "You need to be treated. We can take you somewhere safe,and if you really wish to be of use to your queen, you need to be treated and well. If you die like this, what will she think?" She looked towards Naren, then went to help attempt to persuade the man further. Then …she came up with an idea. "You owe us your life. The least you could do is allow us to treat your wounds." Maybe he was one of those knights or whatever that was honor bound. If someone saves your life, there is no greater debt. He owed them. Technically she owed Naren, but Naren seemed determined not to allow her to repay the debt. But if it could get this man to come to his senses, then she was going to go for it. She gestured towards the flying girl. "Come on. What is your name?" She asked.

"I suggest that if you come with us, you not tell anyone that you can fly. " People could be jumpy, and she did not trust Ianto. If he found out about this person's ability, assuming he did not already know, he might see fit to alter the situation to his own liking. That could include manipulating people. And she wanted no part of that. The best she could do was attempt to warn this person to watch what she says around the castle. Besides, the servants were jumpy. They still expected Avani to grow a tail or strike them down out of anger. Avani did not even fee such an emotion. Anger is a useless thing most of the time, and gets very little done. If people would just talk things out like normal and calm adults, then more would get accomplished.

"…only what I cannot afford."

Company: Naren , Luna, and knight
Outfit: n/a
Location: Daedron
Theme Song

[thiswasdeletedyo]

LADY OF THE LAKE

- - - location : Camelot || company : Erina - - -

Lancelot and Liana were caring for the kingdom in its preparations for war. Vivi had come and gone often in the two weeks since her return. Neither of them saw him, but he was there, in the form of a beggar. Ragged clothes and matted hair, the dirt and soot on his cheeks, and a gnarled staff of oak in his hand as he walked barefoot the roads of Camelot gave him such an appearance. He pulled the dark blue cloak tighter around his shoulders as he stepped to the edge of the road at the approach of a dark haired woman and her entourage of knights. Their emblem was not of any of Camelot's men.

They drew nearer to him atop their horses and as the woman at the center came closer, he stepped in with his hand stretched out before him. He had his head down at first, but when he spoke he gave a pleading look upward. "Spare some food for the poor?" The beggar asked. She pulled back on the reins, startled by his approach, yet his hand grasped hers.

Vivi wore tattered robes, and had leaves in his hair from sleeping on the hard ground at night... though his hands, when she touched him, were soft. He held her fingers gently and the magic flowed secretly around them. "Children of the Sea, return to Three, and see The Stars in the midst of day... Knock the head off my darling sweet sloped shoulders, washing wet army boots of dead soldiers." He saw something come to pass. With it spoken, he had written for her a Prophecy. Whether she, or he, wanted it or not. The meaning for her was not there, but for him, it was clear. Especially when he saw The Stars. He let her hand slip from his and quickly removed himself from the path of the knights and their horses.

[Hope_Mercy_Rose]

She was very surprised, though not offended, by the beggar. In fact, she was just shocked because she had not seen him coming, and that was merely it. She would have offered help, but her attention was captured by his words. Her heat sped up and his words frightened her. As soon as the words were said, the person was gone again. Honestly, she had no idea what any of it meant. "Liam, write down the following please 'Children of the sea, return to three, and see the stars in the midst of day, knock the head off of my darling sweet sloped shoulders , washing wet army boots of dead soldiers.' " He quickly did so, and handed the paper to his princess, who put it into the pocket of her dress. "We continued on. We need to find the royal sigil or the castle itself. " If you enter another's kingdom, it is rude not to introduce yourself, or admit your presence. For many reasons, it is necessary to do this. One example, would be if the visiting royal was killed or attacked, but because their presence was not know, it went unaccounted for. It could lead to war. And probably had, in past times. It was a classic thing. War was waged over silly matters and misunderstandings.

Her knights seemed more concerned as they continued on. They were used to taking orders from a woman, since there was no male heir for their kingdom. But at times, they still felt uneasy. Of course, her people were seafaring people. Or at least, they had been. Problems had kept them from their sea, and now they were land locked, in a way. They could not live their carefree lives anymore, and many people were suffering from it. Erina herself missed sailing. Of course, the memory of almost ten years ago rang fresh still within her mind. She had almost drowned, but the saddest part was that she had never met her savior. She had fragmented memories, because when you almost die, or drown, you tend to have a few…problems. No perfect memory from near drowning. Just ask any almost drowned people. She stopped them as they arrived further into the kingdom. "Im going to stop here, and let the horses rest a bit. " She explained as she dismounted. Her horse stayed by her side, and the other knights dismounted as well. They seemed very happy to have the break from riding.

Her poor knights. They were more suited for riding ships and the waves, rather then riding horses for days on end. In truth, they were better swimmers then riders. In her kingdom, a lad learned to swim before he learned to ride a horse or handle a sword. A fact that they had been proud of. But now, the lads learned how to steal or fight , and not swim or collect shells. Once, her people had used shells for decoration , but now they were put away, since they served as painful reminders of their once flourishing people. She was determined to find a better place or them, or at least, a better way for them to live. Maybe she needed to relocate them…a second time, or change some of the laws. Or bring in some new culture or things..or people. She had to do something,and at this point she was lost as to what to do.

Where: Camelot
Wearing: 3
Company: Vivi & Her knights | Her knights

[XX_FallenDreamm_XX]

- - -location: Daedron || company: Sir Lamorak, Dragon Boy, and other Stranger - - -

"To live would be an awfully big adventure.."


Luna was a bit stunned at the drama that was happening with the knight of the round table. Though, Luna’s eyes couldn’t help but widen at the sight of him. She had never seen such a washed up knight that looked that wonderful. Though, she hadn’t really had much experience with other people besides merfolk and fairies. Boy, did she miss home. Coming to her senses, she held out an arm when she tried to walk, “Hey! Uh-uh. Listen to the dragon boy. He talks sense.” Taking in the knight’s outfit she realized he had no armor. “Do you walk with no armor, boy?” Luna squinted her eyes at him. Looney may be childish at times, but even she knew what not to do. Grabbing her sword that was by her hip, she took off the band and held it over, “Here. It may not be much, but take it. You might have more use for it anyhow. I always seem to be a klutz with it. Besides, I have other means of protection.” Luna nodded, waiting for the man to take it. He may barely be able to hold his own weight, but doesn’t that mean he needs it more? Luna would hope he took it before her nice-streak was over. Though what was it the man at the castle had said? Be nice, or the princess would kill her? She wondered what became of the man until the boy said they were going to the castle.

“The castle! Yes, with the man and the beast? I was just there, not yet introduced to the princess yet.” Luna announced, trying to fit in with these people that knew more of this life than her. She hoped she hadn’t stood out much. She also remembered how the boy had avoided her question from earlier. The dragon one, as well as an introduction,“You, sir. Had never told me your name. What was it again? I’m Luna from Never-Land, by the way.”Luna piped up again, hoping to meet acquaintances. She really was like a little kid. Always eager to say their input and never knowing when to take things seriously. With this particular group of people though, she hoped she would learn just once to not be an outcast. She remembered the times at the orphanage, when all the other kids picked on her for talking about trolls and dungeons. Turning her head slightly away, she waited for people to talk as her face turned red in embarrassment for herself.



"...but to die would be an even bigger adventure."

[Elythaele]

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To say the journey had been something of a struggle would have been a slight understatement. Of course, it was never going to be a simple, quiet trip. Anyone imagining that it would be was little more than a naïve fool. Anyone with any sense about them would know such a quest would not be without its difficulties. Anyone possessing any sort of awareness of the world around them would know such an expedition would be a battle in its own right. Even so, most would have been deterred, disheartened, perhaps completely demoralised by having to fight so arduously to make any progress across the land. But not Queen Evelyn. It had been too long since she had experienced anything more than the casual conflict of a duel or tournament. Too long since her skill with her blade had been truly tested, her life genuinely at risk. Though a time of peace had allowed for the flourishing and increase of stability for Camelot, the kingdom easier to manage for the novice queen, it had grown to be rather dull. Having actual enemies to fight, feeling the weight of Excalibur in her hand, it had given her thrill beyond measure. The fact that the ever delightful Sir Gawain travelled with her, fought by her side, only added to her seemingly endless excitement. Even during the bleakest of nights, his company brightened her mood. Not to mention that he was rather pleasing to the eye. A further blessing to an already joyous adventure. Unfortunately, such joy was far from lasting.

It had only occurred the previous day. Initially, it had seemed little different to any other hostile encounter. As had become particularly common, the pair had been outnumbered, which, despite not being an ideal situation, was nothing to be concerned over. At least, it hadn't been until a rogue blade had made its way between Evelyn's armour, slicing into the flesh of her throat. Knowing full well that such a blow was destined to be fatal, she had fought with increased vigour, intending to take them into the afterlife with her. Yet, even when only Gawain and the queen remained standing, death had yet to find her. By all rights, it should have killed her. But she lived, with little more than a scabbing cut across her neck. The entire incident had spooked her, to say the least. The bright, excited glow had faded from her eyes, the elated fire of her spirit instantly extinguished. From that point, she had barely said a word to Sir Gawain, speaking only when it was truly necessary. Not that she was ungrateful for having the opportunity to keep her life, far from it. Death was by no means what she sought. It was more that she could not understand how such a blessing had been granted to her that had Evelyn so perturbed. How? How could she have survived? How was it possible?

The sight of a striking tower against the breathtaking backdrop of Daedron provided her with a small amount of comfort, a moment of peace for her racing and somewhat chaotic mind. A scarf as vivid crimson as her fluttering cloak had been wrapped around her throat, hiding any evidence of the peculiarity. No effort had been made to conceal any of the other injuries marking her soft flesh. Cuts, bruises, burns, a myriad of minor marks had been acquired during those two weeks, most of which she wore with pride. Even the bruise running along her jaw was enough to cause her any shame. So the scarf was something of an anomaly. For a moment, she remained still, both the queen and her tiring horse gazing at the scene before them. It was beautiful, in a way, and certainly intriguing to witness. With a smirk upon her lips, she turned to Gawain, his company rarely unable to bring a smile to her face.
“Well, it's certainly a pleasant view. But I still think ours is better.”

☆═I'm sorry, you're where? Daedron. Here there be dragons!
☆═So who's that? Sir Gawain
☆═Uh huh, and you're doing what? We're going on a dragon hunt, and we're not scared...

[Diandra Moon]

~ Anna ~
Location: the path---a cottage near Guyon ~~~ Company: Annika---Altair
Dressed

Anna had no idea what happened to the pervy kid. Either he'd gone off into the forest, or he'd followed her, and hid among the survivors of the North who were waiting to head to Camelot come morning. He wasn't Altair's, so she wasn't overly concerned. She'd found the cobbler, and the one who made clothes in the village to make trades with.

She’d been able to trade for five outfits, two pairs of shoes, and a toy…Granted…One of the outfits was more pieced together things…Shirts and pants, and a nightshirt with a cape, but it would work to keep the boy dry and comfortable in the rain or mist. The toy…Well, it was a toy…He should have fun with it.

Something moved in the growing shadows, and she stilled, recognizing the scent. What was Annika doing so close to the village? She stilled, watching as she came closer, and set something on the ground. She walked over, and took up the paper, looking at the words…Annika had been the one to teach her to read. What had a Gypsy needed with such things? None…However, Annika had a point…She often communicated through written word, so reading was helpful for her to know…

It was nearly illegible compared to her usual notes…

Lovely Anna,

I hear your Prince has claimed you? What was his name again? He has called you Mine, according to a warrior woman by the name of Kaja Ragna. She brought me news of The Wolf and your injury. I believe you to be well by now, though I warn you of Kaja's suspicion. She seems to find you connected to The Wolf somehow.

“Kaja’s a b***h. I would have kicked her a** if Altair hadn’t stopped me. That’s his name, by the way. The only man’s presence you’ve been able to be in. I wonder why that is…” SHe refused to let that jealousy eat at her right now. Altair was hers, and Annika wanted Anthony, not Altair.

That is not all, or why I have come to you as quickly as I have, but a Lady Bertilak from Camelot sought me out as well. Her Knight and Kaja fought. They are in my castle and that gives me no alone time at all with Anthony. There was also this flying girl poaching on my lands... but that is unimportant.

“There’s also a pervy boy lurking the woods, too. Careful when you take a bath in the river.”

Please excuse my horrid handwriting, I am doing this as quickly as I can.

Whatever it was you encountered in the snows and fought off, it is called The Shadow. It tried to murder the Knights of the Round Table and the Queen of Camelot. It is said to be going after all the rulers of Andalar. The Champion of Daedron is to be crowned Ruler, so I am heading there and have given Anthony instructions to my being able to meet with them in the castle as myself. I need you to come with me.

“I don’t---” There was a whine, and she kept reading…

For one, you are my friend and there is no one I truly trust my safety and those of others to more.

Second, you are what you are.

She made a face at that. Guilt and compliments didn’t exactly work on her.

The Prophecy was as follows: . . . The Wolf must come forth, and swallow the Shadow's world whole.

I would understand if you felt hesitant to come, and I would understand if you did not at all, but I must ask you anyway. For those I am in charge of, this thing must be dealt with. And I am not the only one looking for the help that this Prophecy names.

Signed,
Your Friend,
Annika

“I’m not making any promises, and don’t you dare tell anyone about what I am.” She didn’t need to make any threats. Annika’s mind could come up with far more tortuous things than Anna could come up with. She crumpled the letter. “I don’t see the hurt in going with you to Daedron, but I’m not promising more than that. For all I know, those other royals have it coming.” She looked towards the trail. “I might bring Altair. I don’t think he’d like me going off with you, without him. I‘ll talk to him. Might bring someone else, too…I don‘t know…”

She shoved the paper into her pocket. “We have to take the survivors on to Camelot. We found someone, we have---” No… “We have to look for someone among the survivors who are going to meet everyone there.” If Annika heard that they had a little baby they were playing pet with, then she’d never hear the end of it. What if Altair had to give it back? Well…If he didn’t want to…There was a lake next to Camelot…She’d drown someone for him, if he wanted to keep the boy… “I’ll come and meet you when we get back.”

She watched Annika turn and head back towards the way of the castle. She took her bundles and started back towards the cottage. When she entered… “He and Nain are sleeping. I had thought---”

“Told you I was going to get things…” She set them out. He picked up the two fancier outfits. She just stared. They looked like the pictures of the babies in Annika’s palace…It wasn’t like she was an expert on baby clothes. “If we take it to Annika’s better to have it in something she’d think is decent, or else we’d be bringing back a wagon full of things.” She looked away. “Unless you came to your senses, and don’t want me to stay. Then it doesn’t matter…” She set her hand on the little nightshirt and pushed it towards everything else. “I got a toy. Figured it would have fun. Annika wants me to go to Daedron with her when we find out if the parents are in Camelot. Didn‘t tell her about the kid, just that we had to help everyone get to Camelot.”

She looked up at him. “So, did you come to your senses?”

[Diandra Moon]

~ Liana Myrddin ~
Location: Camelot ~~~ Company: Councillors, Arina and her men
Dressed

She woke from a nap to find a flower on her pillow. It made her smile. He may not have wanted anything lasting from her, but he obviously didn’t want her finding something lasting elsewhere. She sighed, picking up the flower, to tie to her staff so she wouldn’t lose it.

She had a feeling things were about to occur. She wasn’t sure how Lance’s army building was going…There were far too many minds and moods involved for her to try to use her magic to See. It would just be an exercise in going mad. No thank you.

No sooner had Liana stepped out into the hallway than she was set upon by some of the Councillors. “There is a ship at the shores of the lake.” Well, it was a lake, of course there would be boats. “As in a sea-ship, not a fishing boat.”

“The faeries must have been feeling mischievous.” She grinned. They did that. All water was connected in some way. Ships that were going down the rivers, or out to sea might find themselves elsewhere when they had gone through a storm or mist. “I will meet them.” Perhaps the Faeries had thought they needed to be here?

It didn’t take them long to find the visiting travelers. She grinned, looking at them as she held their staff. “Good day to you. If you’re looking for the castle, it is this way.” She held out her hand. “Unless you’re looking for something else?”

[AngelofLuna]

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Gene


Genie


The little boy walked through the enchanted forest but soon enough heard the whistle of the same lady. He turned around and raised his eyebrow. He inhaled for a moment, there was something odd about that woman. Gene looked again at her and knocked his head. It wasn’t ofcourse that ‘’bouncing thing / slobbering thing with other people’’ but it was a other thing. He could sense it. Gene knocked his head again as he watched her step off the wall to get towards the town. Firstly he would have enjoyed walking aimless through the forest. But that sense of excitement appeared in that body again. Gene took the chance of fallowing her towards the town.

There he noticed people ready to leave the place because of Camelot. Gene looked curious at them as he took there a place to hide for a moment to see the lady arriving at a cobbler. There he notice her traveling back again through the shadows. Gene hid his face under the hood. Ofcourse, as a Genie and a young boy he remained his distant keeping himself slightly out of sight…and smell. Gene was hiding in mud. ’Mud is one thing that I won’t do again….Well I might have said at the time of that king..Oh that was a lot of fun hide and seek’He thinks as he kept his eyes on the woman and the Beast. Gene kept his eyes on both of them and show a soft smirk. He pulled himself up when she went onward. A soft cough escaped his lips as she went again out of sight. ’’Something I won’t do anymore..Have to mentally note that if I won’t forget again..’’Gene whispers as he stood up and quickly clean himself up with a snap of his fingers.

Soon enough he arrived at the cottage. Gene notice her step into the cottage again of the man that she loved; or atleast he found out that she loved him. He watched in a distant and took a deep breath. ’’I don’t want again warning shots..the woman wo-‘’Gene says softly as he shook his head. ’’Well, Mr tree…I’ll stay the moment at your tree branch..’’He says as he climbed up the tree and sit on a tree branch. ’It might be I end up in Camelot one day…..dreadful…What would Carpet say about that. He would smack my head couple of times after leaving him alone. I should make him a present’Gene thinks as he look at the cottage. He kept his distant but kept a watchful eye on the place. Gene didn’t wish to have the man climb up the tree because he would box his ears all because he sits in a tree watching the cottage in a small distant.




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LOCATION: NEAR GUYON/OLD WOMAN COTTAGE/ IN A TREE ….FEELING: KEEP MY CALM AND THINK OLD BRAIN… WITH WHO: ALONE…. OOC: …


‘“"“Three wishes, to be exact. And ixnay on the wishing for more wishes. That's all. Three. Uno, dos, tres. No substitutions, exchanges, or refunds. ‘’

[Diandra Moon]

~The Small Folk~
Location: a garden outside the cottage near Guyon ~~~ Company: Gene

Darkness in the house and without, the thief watching…Did he not know? They chuckled as they ventured out, taking the cream. “They have the child, did you see?” She whispered as she cupped her hand into the milky white.

“See I did, but could not believe…” One of her companions whispered, as if afraid to gain the attention of the seeming young woman within…Or worse…

“I can’t help but wonder, do they know? Do they know what the boy is, or does it show?” She had her feel of cream, and crept towards the gardens. They needed weeded, and the mature bits harvested. The weeds were hers, so she pulled the up, turning them to ash with her little hands.

“Does it matter when you know what is within? It will eat them all, and be off again.”

“The Red Cloak followed, he gave chase, and he was skilled enough to return from that race,” she felt it only fair to point out. One of the weeds had climbed up the corn, so she climbed higher, and began to unwind it from the beans that were also climbing the stalk. “She looks frightened, she looks afraid. I wonder if his fingers will in her hair braid. He touches her tenderly, he kisses and holds. She watches, she protects, she grows quite bold.” She sighed.

“Nature or nurture, it matters not. It eats, it consumes, until it can move on. Whether through Death or through Blood, that hunger will grow. It will consume, it will devour, it will take it all whole.”

“So young she was when the Darkness she became-so unfair-so cruel- to cause one such pain!”

“Turn down your voice, you silly girl. Do you want them to hear you? To come and say Grrr?”

She finished her work, and looked up to the thief. She climbed the wall, and her eyes narrowed. “Best beware little thief, for now the Darkness rests, but soon it will waken, its hunger needing quenched.”

[thiswasdeletedyo]

SIR GAWAIN - - faces: Queen Evelyn | places: Daedron - - - - - -

Evelyn finally broke her silence. He had been a little worried, and perhaps he would have no need if Lancelot were here. As it was, there was some concern over her well-being. He looked ahead at the castle of Daedron and the tall tower. "They would agree with you." He said and lifted his reins. They rode onward, down the hill and following the path to the castle. The knights were cut and bruised, Evelyn hiding the worst of her injuries with a scarf of red and Gawain's laid bare from his shredded and singed green tunic.

The gatekeeper halted them. "State your names and your business!" He, or she as it turned out to be, demanded.

"Knights of Camelot, we're here to see the Ruler of Daedron!" Gawain yelled back, and the gates were opened to them. He led the way first beneath the raised metal gate and came to meet some curious bystanders and armed men and women.

There were whispers among them, only one he heard so clearly as he passed through. "Are all the knights of Camelot so pretty?"

He smiled and pointed over his shoulder at the Queen. "The rest of them look like her." She was far dirtier and far more exhausted looking. Gawain was almost always in a state of pretty.

[thiswasdeletedyo]

SIR LAMORAK location: Daedron Sea company: Naren, Avani, Luna


Lamorak gave an annoyed growl. He could see she was a woman, he could hear she was a woman with her nagging, and he really did not give a damn. Whatever she thought he owed her was outweighed by the importance of his task. "Who the ******** are you calling boy." The knight cast a glare the little girl's way. He could always speak with the woman later about any debt, when he was feeling up to repaying it. Right now, he was in no condition to make her bed. Her husband--or whoever he was--wasn't leaving him alone either.

The girl held out a sword. He took it and looked it over. "Is this a toothpick?" He frowned, feeling the weight of it and finding it too light to be of much comfort in his hands. He couldn't be too picky.

Lamorak moved slowly. He could tell with how close they were, yet not overtaking him, walking behind and beside him instead. The wound in his leg made it difficult. He hadn't been treated except by the salt of the sea. His gaze lifted to the far off tower and he made himself pick up his pace with an eye to the sky.

[Hope_Mercy_Rose]

Finally, another woman! She let a bright smile lighten her facial features, as she decided to introduce herself to this stranger. "I am Princess Erina of Cove, and these are my closest friends: Garret, Timmony, Brein, Tallus, Anre, and Liam." It was odd, for her to call them friends and not knights or guards, but it was truth. Since once upon a time, they had been sailing the seas together, they had been forced to depend on each other. The storm had only brought them closer. In fact, these were the men who had found her on that beach when she was fifteen, and saved her. Well, she was already saved, but they found her and brought her back to the castle. She viewed them as having taken part in the salvation of her life. Also, her kingdom had a funny name. Cove. It was actually a reference to what the first sailors had seen when they had journeyed away from their small village, and out to see. They came back, and named their village Cove, and built it into a kingdom. So technically she was a descendant of fishermen, all her people were. It was amazing what time, determination, and a dream can do. She was a princess, and now she was called "royal" and seen as having been set apart. But in fact, they all had the same roots and beginnings. Something she took great pride in, even though her people preferred not to think of their princess as their equal. People liked having something or someone to believe in. They give that person or object authority over them, and choose to follow it, because it gives them a reason. A reason to keep moving on, to keep believing, and it gives them some sort of understanding of where they stand. Or at least, that is how her father had taught her, as a young girl. Her mother had done very little, because her mother had been very busy.

Her mother had been one of six children, and even as a queen, she had felt it her duty to take care of her nieces and nephews. So her daughter was left under the king's care. And that was just fine. The king was happy to take control of how his heir was raised. She did not deal with the typical things that the women of her country might. Like sewing. She could not sew, but she could sail. She could fish, and yield a sword, though not all that well. It was a skill she was hoping would improve over time, but it was not for everyone. Her father had simply had no one else to pass the sword down to. If one day, she married, then her husband would get the sword. It would make more sense according to Cove tradition. But also, it would hopefully make the man feel more in touch with the kingdom he would inherit, though because of the laws her father had rewritten, Erina would be the ruling monarch. In essence, her father had turned a kingdom into a queendom. He had opened the doors for her to rule alone, though she hated the thought of having to do so. It sounded so dreadful.

Where: Camelot
Wearing: 3
Company: Her knights (Garret,Timmony,Brein,Tallus,Anre,Liam) & Liana Myddin

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faces : Anna, and some kid | places : Guyon, Home
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Altair just stared at her, until she decided to get ready for bed without a word.

She undressed down to her shirt and a pair of braies. Altair's hands slid over her waist, and beneath the fabric, pushing the braies down. "What---" He turned her and pushed her back into his little hammock bed, making her gasp as it cradled her, and made her swing as he pulled the braies from her legs, dropping them to the floor. "You don’t expect me to sleep without---" She tried to push herself up, but her hands fell through the holes in the netting, and she was trapped. Altair just smiled at her as he pushed his own clothes away. "What are you---" He bent over her swaying body, his lips finding hers.

She was trembling and sweating when he finally pulled her free of the net-bed and held her against his shoulder. "What are you doing?" She murmured. Her legs and arms limp.

"Fixing the bed properly." He chuckled and turned sitting on the hammock, and getting them positioned with her head on his chest. He’d put a blanket under then so their limbs wouldn't get tangled in the bed while they slept, and he pulled another blanket over them so any lack of proper sleeping attire wouldn't be known at a glance.

"I think I like your bed." He chuckled, kissing the top of her head. His eyes closed and his heartbeat slowed, and steadied. His breathing evened out, and soon… He fell asleep.

He felt it in his sleep. The bed shifted. It was followed by a little grunt, and the bed swayed. He was barely awake, slightly aware of more movement, and he lifted up his arm to catch Anna. His arm went across her shoulders and chest, an elbow brushing against a small head of hair... His eye cracked open and he vaguely wondered what it was, before he fell back asleep with the realization it was the kid...

"Vise dulci, copil..."
Sweet Dreams, Child.