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 Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 6:37 am
{Apolagies, but I must away to go and ride meh pony. Will be on later in the evening.}
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 6:38 am
Scarlette briefly turned her attention to the door before turning back to the other woman. SHe leant in and whispered a soft "I can take away the burns too if oyu would like.." into her ear and sitting back again, waiting for what she would say. She really would do her the favor of taking aaway the burns, it was easier to do then taking away the smal fever she had. Considering she controlled fire, it would be very simple to do.
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 5:01 am
Mr Wellshuck hesitantly moved forward before being abruptly turning in the correct direction - towards Rachael. He then moved forward in bounds of confidence, lifting her arms and taking certain measurements. Close up he seemed to resemble a hamster with his dirty blonde hair in a scruffy beard. It was a shame that his nose didn't twitch much or he tried to hide under the bed - then he really would have been a hamster.
Selden seemed to oversee the tailor, mumbling every so often when the hamster-man pulled out a bit of fabric. Every piece Mr Wellshuck brought out seemed to be wrong, either the wrong material or the wrong colour - even the way the short man held it appeared to be wrong to the bard.
Eventually the right material was chosen for Rachael's top - a dark material that lingered between the two colours of brown and black. In the poor light of the room it looked soft and almost velvety, although Rachael herself wasn't allowed to touch it. They then moved on to begin the debate about the right choice of material for the trousers and or skirt.
"Elizabeth...?" Selden piped up, "What will your understudy actually be doing?"
"Uh." Elizabeth stammered, having just been agreeing with Scarlette about her healing the burn, "Well.. Uhm. I-I.. I guess.."
"Don't hesitate, it makes you sound like a child." Selden chided, "Choose your words better. Honestly. Anyone would think you had no social skills whatsoever." In a sense, it was true, Elizabeth rarely spoke in public - she normally shouted out warnings to the public or for the guards to open the gates ahead of her. She didn't have to think much of what she was saying. She didn't go to tactical meetings with the lord (she had always been fearful of the glowering man) and she rarely spoke to anyone who wasn't in her platoon[?]. Her writing skills didn't amount to much either, usually if she could find someone she knew who could write she would dictate to them and the process could take hours and hours - sometimes over a day. And if she couldn't find anyone, she had to struggle letter by letter and make up some whimsical excuse that her horse had trodden on her hand to make up for the bad handwriting.
"She..." Elizabeth was tempted to put in an 'uh' here, "Will be... Partici..pating in all of.. the activ..ities that I d-- c-carry out." She eventually managed, Selden not really looking impressed although he didn't glower at her. The bard then fell back into conversation with the tailor, both of them deciding upon trousers quickly whilst Elizabeth gave Rachael a slightly worried look.
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 2:53 pm
Scarlette turned her attention to the Bard at his slightly harsh words to the woman. "You know, Mister Elden, you should act a bit nicer to Miss Elizabeth here." She suggested simply with a shrug of her shoulders. She pulled her eyes from the man and soon to the wound on her back. She placed her slender hands to hover above the wound before a pale light was emitted and soon enough the wound had basically been sucked up into the raven-haired female's hands.
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Flynn MacCumhaill Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 10:23 pm
Throughout the whole process of measurements, fabric selection and miscellaneous katzenjammer, Rachael could only look back and forth between the hamster-like tailor, the bard and the knight in consternation and alarm. She'd been back on home turf for a moment there, with the elf's scalding scorn -- she'd almost been waiting for the kick to send her scurrying out of the room -- but now things had become stranger than ever. Instead of a good trouncing, the bard seemed to be getting her a good pair of trousers. For a moment she wondered whether she might still be out in the snow, freezing to death and dreaming all this as she slipped away into wakeless sleep.
Actually, if she was dreaming this, the tailor would be a large fluffy rodent, and the knight would ahve been riding a unicorn, so scratch that.
Through her confusion, though, one word had surgically cleaved and implanted itself in her brain: Understudy. Really, what on earth did he mean by "understudy"? Did it mean what it should mean, or was it some other code-speak for something else, or what? Surely it couldn't have its normal meaning in this context... but in this weird new world of Isyl-Belyrith, who could know?
Elizabeth's voice -- halting and uncertain -- finally made the storm shut up.
"She... will be participating in all of the activities that I d-- c-carry out," the knight hesitantly informed the not-as-yet introduced Selden.
All Rachael could do was to return Elizabeth's slightly worried look with a startled, wide-eyed stare, which did not falter even as Elizabeth's attention was dragged away by the other elf's healing magic.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 1:49 am
The young woman gasped quietly as Scarlette healed her wound, a twinge of pain running up her bruised and battered back until it settled itself quite firmly as an odd feeling between her shoulderblades.
"Oh shush. I was her teacher - I'm merely helping the young knight with her wording." Selden responded whilst waving a hand dissmissively at the other elf. "Go on now, Mr Wellshuck, go off and make the garments - I expect them to be ready before sunrise. Send a page or someone to bring them along."
The short man blinked up at the tall elf. He blinked again, nervously pushing up his small round glasses before hastily grabbing all his materials and items and stuffing them into his case, swiftly disappearing out the door in an unbalanced manner.
"Right.." Selden began, dragging his fingers through her hair, "I do suppose that we should let Elizabeth recover. Miss DuVall. Would you be happy to sleep in this building if I found a suitable room?"
Elizabeth frowned slightly, her eyes focusing on the dirty blanket that still covered her legs. She still couldn't grasp at how quickly Selden moved things along and changed subjects.
{Right.. T-T Off to college I go.. Well.. Off to go get ready for college. *grumble*}
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 7:40 am
Scarlette narrowed her eyes to the man briefly before pushing herself up from the bed and peering down at Elizabeth. She gave a small smile to the woman. "If you ever need anything, just give me a call." She said with a small wink ot hte woman before she turned on ehr heel and turned to the Bard.
"It doesn't matter." She stated with a shrug of her shoulder and walking over to the man. She slowly folded her slender arms over her torso before giving an "oh!" at the boy that remained where she left him. "I still have yet to know your name little guy.." she murmured beneath her breath, walking over to the boy and lifting him back up into her arms.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 4:03 pm
Rachael slowly shook her head, and looked at each of the faces in the room in turn. Then, taking a deep breath, she found the courage to ask, "Sir, sir knight, ma'am, would any of you have a moment to explain to me what has and is happening? Perhaps that is to be expected me being --" she looked straight at Selden "-- a little country peasant, but ne'ertheless it would be very nice to have some sort of idea of what is going on."
Small and frightened though she may have been, Rachael certainly did conform to the common stereotype for red-heads.
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Flynn MacCumhaill Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 4:42 pm
Selden opened his mouth to give a sharp-tongue reply to Rachael, but was stopped short by a rather stern version of Elizabeth's voice.
"Raoul!" she hissed, giving the bard a look although her gaze soon fell to the floor. The bard levelled a hard stare upon the knight, but soon turned his attention to Scarlette with the child.
"Come, miss DuVall. We shall accomodate you and I." he murmured, leading the elf out of the room and down the hall in search of an empty room. Elizabeth remained silent for a while, her eyes still focusing upon the dirty floor.
"He thinks.. That I chose you as.. An understudy." she began, her words still vaguely hesitant yet growing in confidence, "I didn't say anything.. Because, well you could do with another set of.. clothes.... I do not force you to stay here. No doubt with that sword you were.. planning on joining the militia. I would have thought it would be more.. de..sirable to be a squire to a knight although the de..cision I leave up to you."
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 4:54 pm
Rachael was silent for a long time, staring at first at Elizabeth, then finally dropping her gaze to her feet. At last, she managed to stammer with disbelief, "A-a squire? Like the son of a lord? You- you would really take me on as your squire?"
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Flynn MacCumhaill Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 2:10 am
"It is the least I can do to repay you. If you hadn't shown up earlier today I would have met a painfully slow end - being torn apart by peasants isn't an honorable death either." Elizabeth explained, having regained her confidence with speech. She lifted a hand and gingerly touched the large bruise on her brow, her nose looked a little out of place too. No doubt she'd have at least one black eye tomorrow.
"Besides.. It would be carrying on Sir Tripwood's tradition. I'm not exactly of noble birth, I'm not even sure who my parents are anymore or where I was from." Elizabeth added with a small, lopsided smirk.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 4:07 am
Rachael gave a little, nervous laugh. "I kind of thought it would be even after you hauled my sorry carcass out of that mess," she smiled.
Tucking stray wisps of hair back behind her oddly-shaped ears, she asked, "who's Sir Tripwood?"
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Flynn MacCumhaill Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 5:45 am
Elizabeth turned her gaze to Rachael at the mention of the painful name. Her hand was half across her face, fingers lightly feeling the side of her nose near her eye, meaning that she could only see her with her right eye. Soon her gaze moved from the youngster to the moud covered by a sheet near the door.
After a few seconds she let out a gentle sigh, closing her eyes briefly as she let her hand fall to her lap. "He was the knight who took me under his wing. I was only little at the time.. Back then I wouldn't have even come up to your shoulders...
Through the main street a line of knights trotted through, two-abreast, with brightly coloured banners and ribbons lighting up their already shining armour. The air was cool, crisp like the morning air that day - just cool enough to show the horses' breath white in the air. Near the back of the line was a black and white banner with its own set of ribbons. On the long and tapered flag set upon his lance was a dark raven sitting quietly. On his shield was painted beautifully the same raven, yet in flight and looking fierce.
"I don't know what made me do it..
A little girl with messily cropped red hair stumbled towards the line of marching knights weilding a sturdy-looking stick. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, clean lines crossing down her grubby face where the tears had dried.
"I tried to attack them. I guess the knight saw me as having potential. So he adopted me as his squire to precede him. His life was stolen half a year ago.." Elizabeth's voice faltered there, the young knight refusing to go on.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 3:15 pm
Rachael dropped her gaze. "I'm sorry."
They sat in solemn silence for a bit, until somehting finally ocurred to Rachael. "You know," she began more brightly, "after all that, I haven't even introduced myself properly. Rachael DellaFerndale, daughter of Margarethe Archer and the gods only know whom."
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Flynn MacCumhaill Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 11:33 pm
Elizabeth lifted her eyes from the blankets to the youngster, a small smile inclining on her features at the introduction.
"Elizabeth Squire, at your service." she murmured afterwards, her head bobbing in a little bow.
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Selden, meanwhile, had found only a single room empty within the entirety of the barracks. Fortunately it was an officers room and had ample room for another bed to be brought in. He left Scarlette to get comfortable on the ed that was already in there whilst he oversaw the other being brought in, the grumbling soldiers doing the lifting.
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