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PostPosted: Mon Apr 27, 2015 10:20 pm


Ida held onto his shoulder until her bare feet met the grass and she offered her helper a grateful smile, though his comment about her weight turned her cheeks pink. Brushing her hands self consciously on her hips, she headed for the well by the entrance of the Conservatory and the supplies she had stashed in the shade of the building.

"I just wanted to be sure I wasn't making you sore. If you're still good, we can keep going until you really do need a break." She said over her shoulder as she crouched to shift through the packs for the bottles on the bottom. Her fingers dug into the plastic around the case until a sizable hole formed and she could fish out one of the bottles, straightening up in a long, full body stretch that lifted her arms up over her head in pleasure of movement.

Her skirts rustled the grass as she came back to him, holding out the bottle with a rattle of her golden bracelets.

"I'm not... shy of singing." She said, even as she reached to tuck her hair behind her ears. "I just... If you don't mind it, then I will."

It was so hard to explain to him... the ever present concern that she not intrude on others' lives without knowing if they welcomed it. It had always been there... always a consideration since she was old enough to keep an eye on her younger brother. It went hand in hand with her need for independence, to not rely on anyone to take care of her.

Play quietly with Matthew, Orah. Keep him from getting too loud so he doesn't bother Mum, ok? We need to make sure Mum gets her sleep, she's very sick you know. I have to go talk to the doctors, so you have to be a big girl for your Da, ok?

"I just didn't want to bother you." She smiled as she laid a hand on his arm and waited for him to drink his water. "I used to sing in high school, in the choir. Not so much after I graduated, except for fun. What sort of music do you like to listen to?"


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PostPosted: Sat May 02, 2015 6:05 pm


"We came to harvest apples and for you to be able to connect with your land, ja? Skomakar-borni hava stundom verste skoerrne.. You let your own shoes wear too thin. Here you should heal your heart and body. Do not spend your time here worrying about me, Lady Ida. If you like to sing, sing!" His eye's squinted in smile as he boomed the last to the air, giving the word volume and timbre.

Beginning again after, his voice was it's usual softened, just-above-whispered rumble, "I don't know. Sometimes when in the city, driving the boxes and undercover I listen to CD's that they have sent for me. Sigur Rós, Jónsi, and Ólafur Arnalds have all been on them. But the Rímur chanting of Steindór Andersen is what pierces my heart the most. I have liked it best. I would like to learn how to do it someday. "

He took the offered water bottle, opening it to slowly, deliberately take sips from. Too much too fast always sickened an empty stomach. It felt sloshy. The gestures she made told differently than her words- she was shy and uncertain. The small fussings at hips, hair and hands in general were always there, always present with the Lady Ida. As Titan, and what memories remained to him from that time, he'd never learned what it was about him that remained unsafe. As Herger, he still failed to put her at ease just being around each other to be natural. They did not have koselig time when together. If it has been so for years, it will not be changed. And it does not need to be pushed. When she is ready. If there is time. These things I can always tell myself. I can be more patient.

"What do you like to sing the best?"


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PostPosted: Sun May 03, 2015 1:08 am


Her face softened, listening to him talk about wearing thin. They were all worn thin, including him. Everyone struggled. Their time here was short... there was no promise that anyone would last past today. Tomorrow they could all be gone, wiped out... And then what good would it have done for her to hold anything back?

Brown eyes widened as he boomed at her, startling out a laugh that bloomed into more, until her shoulders shook with it. As he softened again she warmed, enjoying hearing things that he liked. Hearing what moved him and his aspirations. Feeling impulsive, she waited long enough for him to drink his water before she threw her arms around him (as much as she could, with his beefy arms) and hugged him tightly.

"I'd like it if you'd share your music with me, when you have a chance. I'd like to hear it." She said when she released him. She had never heard Rimur chanting before, but she wondered if she didn't have something of an idea of it already. Knowing him, she thought she might be able to guess.

"I like... things that are challenging to sing. And old Irish folk songs. And Ballads..." Ida felt her cheeks pink, but it felt safe to confide. "Between you and me, I have a soft spot for love songs."

Not that that was maybe much of a surprise. Or much of a secret.


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PostPosted: Mon May 04, 2015 1:41 pm


The hug was welcome, if small and not all of him. Most couldn't fit their arms all the way around him if they included his chest and arms. If it was just his waist, then it tended to be more reasonable with all the weight loss. He was pretty certain he could still fit Orah down one leg of pants and Laney down the other. You've been searching and searching for someone to justify you to yourself with romance. It will be a hard road, and a brave person and solid person, that has the courage to tell you again and again why they love you. To prove somehow that there is something worthwhile and worth love.

Maybe singing enough love songs will convince you to love yourself. Or that its possible. I can hope for that.


Once she let back, he crouched, giving no indication of what particularly he was doing other than digging his fingers into the grass and soil of the World Ida. If you hear and take the prayers of foreign souls, let her know it. You are she and she is you. She will be loved. She can be. As you are worth it, land, so is the Lady.

It was hard to gauge when the sharing could happen, since she generally did not afford herself freetime unless it was a verge of collapse. When he looked up from his crouch, he gave a nod and smiled, "There is a discman, and enough batteries. It has headphones. The music is on CDs- they are easier and less traceable than mp3s. I can give the set to you so you can listen at night before sleeping? I will not be going to the city for a little. My days will be duty in patrol for the Guard all week. "

"You should have some water, too?"



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PostPosted: Mon May 04, 2015 5:55 pm


Watching Herger drop to the ground when she released him was at first concerning, and then puzzling when it seemed he was... kneeling. Ida's brow scrunched curiously as she tilted her head. He wasn't kneeling to her, which she might have expected... he seemed to take an older view of things, with his Lords and Ladies and Fiefs. No he was... actually he was crouching and digging into the dirt.

That in itself wasn't particularly concerning. If anything, it warmed her. The asteroid was so much a part of her, to see him touch it was a pleasure, especially with the reverence he placed on the action. There was something about it though as the moment stretched and Ida felt her face heat, though she wasn't entirely sure why she suddenly felt shy. He wasn't... doing anything, but whatever he was doing, it was getting more embarrassing the longer he remained down.

"I'd like that, if you can spare it for a few nights." She said, trying to push down her fluster. This was silly... he hadn't done anything. The reminder to drink was a good one, though, and she hurried to comply and give herself something to hide her recovery. She gave him a questioning look for permission before she took the water bottle from him with gentle fingers and twisted the cap off, taking a few hurried sips. They were friends and refugees... surely he wouldn't mind sharing, since they had plenty of bottles when this one was empty.

"Thanks for reminding me." She said as she lifted the bottle to him before replacing the cap. The bottle she tucked in the grass before she lifted her arms to him. "Are you ready to start again?"


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PostPosted: Thu May 07, 2015 4:21 pm


It was interesting how the trancedent markings made it a little more difficult to see the flush beneath Lady Ida's cheeks, along her collar, or shoulders, and other places blood rushed in embarrassment. At least, it seemed like an expression of uncertainty and shame, observed as he offered no resistance to her finished the water. Sharing didn't bother him at all, in fact it being from his own had an extra appeal to his sensibilities regardless of (or in extra expression of?) the questions of 'ownership' of the water since the thing store was from her world, brought there by her, and first offered by her to his use. It was hers, her gift to him, and her specific choice to have wanted some of what he had been given to use instead of taking another for her own use- both a play of dominance and an acceptance and appreciation of his place in servitude.

"When we return, I will bring the set to your tent. Were you going to your rest, after our time here?"

The final question didn't need a verbal answer. Instead he adjusted his stance and gave an accenting nod, then picked her up at the waist with practiced care to place again on his shoulder for the walk back to the apples and harvesting.

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PostPosted: Tue May 12, 2015 2:06 pm


Her hands rested lightly on his arms until he had settled her on his shoulders. It still felt odd to treat him as little more than a walking, thinking, talking perch, but it was through his own choice, in the end. If he didn't want to be, he would have chosen a different method. It was rather nice though, in its own way. The physical contact and the assistance were welcomed, that he should offer for no greater reason than she had a need was a gift. And it was amusing to feel a little like a bird in a tree.

"I will probably have a few small hospital things that need my attention, but after that I'll be resting. Travel is hard... I won't have energy for much more. I'm glad to have come though. I miss it when I'm gone." Miss as though a piece of herself were missing. It was a shame the travel was so wearying.

As he walked, she began to hum and after a moment, she started to sing 'An Irish Harvest Day' with a lilt to her voice and an accent that she seldom used. It was an easy, nostalgic sort of melody and it fit her range well. Their trip here inspired it and even if it felt silly to sing an Irish country song, it was her asteroid and he'd told her to sing if she wanted to. There was an urge to swing her hanging feet as she set to picking apples again, but she refrained rather than drum his chest with her bare heels.

Other songs followed it, varying between folk songs and more modern things she'd learned in school choir. She put some thought into things he might like, even if they weren't among his prefered selection. When she needed him to step a certain way, she touched his shoulder for attention, but for the most part he could go where he wanted. This time, she left it to him to decide when he needed a break and only worried about the state of her own backside.


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PostPosted: Tue May 19, 2015 2:31 am


He often missed the Fjord, and that being far fewer times seen than any of the transcended had been to their heart-homed fiefs. Travel had been difficult from the first he'd opened his eyes to new colors and the sword of Royalty, never having had the luxury of time, energy and ease to spend in finding the same bond. If my ache is like penny whistle on salted-scented winds, ...hers and all of theirs must be sharper. Like a stomach unpursed. It is good they can still make the journey, even more than the rest of us, through the clouds Metallia pulls around the Earth.

He kept the darkened thoughts to himself to roil over beneath the current of notes. The journey was to relax her, not trouble her mind more with the same business they had left on lands failing- on a world failing, and it's knights over-matched. He continued on until both the bags brought were filled and standing with their own fruity stuff to support them. A question had formed in the interim, and he posed it as he gently brought her down again from shoulder, "Do you think it would be easier for those who travel to space to leave from Earth Wonders first? The Chaos is less there, maybe, where true knights still hold land undiscovered and unstained. "


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PostPosted: Thu May 21, 2015 9:10 pm


By the time the bags were full, legs unused to perching on a shoulder for long periods ached, the strain creeping up into lower back below the swath of white feather wings. When her feet settled on the solid ground, Ida let her breath out in a sigh and stretched her arms over her head. The arch of her back felt good, popping a few vertebrae with the motion.

Ida's throat felt dry, which was a sad side effect of singing for long periods, but that could be remedied quickly. Reaching for Herger's hand, the shorter woman tugged gently to get him moving and led the way to the bottles she had stored by the tower. She wasn't sure what thoughts had been running through his head to reach this question, but it wasn't a bad idea.

"I would agree with you, Wonder are probably the places where the chaos is weakest." She said as she dug a bottle out and cracked the seal, twisting the top off before she sipped from it to wet her mouth and throat. "It might, therefore, be easier to travel off Earth from one. Its a really good idea, Herger."

Roughly half the bottle slid down her throat in measured swallows before she offered the remainder to her guest.

"We could try it some time, or you could try it with someone who has more free time than I do. Anything that makes travel easier is a good thing." Ida hummed softly in though, squinting across the conservatory. "Are you hungry? We could probably break for lunch now. I've got a smaller home style garden over that way. There should be plenty to choose from."


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PostPosted: Wed May 27, 2015 12:49 am


Patiently, happily, easily Herger was led by his hand where she pleased, even just back to the bottled waters and other supplies. Her praise was given a appreciative duck of his head, and beam of a smile. " Camelot is a commander of the Mainstay, and the Castle in his keeping I've heard is a little rebuilt. That people of the Resistance go there and stay sometimes. I haven't been there myself. I help the Mainstay on missions sometimes, but never planning anything. Just support and size. Usually joined their missions on location. "

As a Royal Knight so specifically of Earth, and Shallot to account for as well, it was impossible not to have a passing familiarity with Camelot's name and activities in the Resistance as a whole. His rank alone would offer a lot more than other Earth knights could- more regular transport to his wonder not the least.

The remainder of the water was taken with evident pleasure in continuing gentle smile. The universal truth was that he was always hungry. Maybe everyone was, that regularly stayed at the camps instead of having any ghost of life where there was money or regular trips to civilization. She should definitely eat, and if there is extra it could be brought back for others. Eating would be good, though. For both of us. It will keep bodies from metabolizing muscle for a little longer. Keep blood from running where it doesn't belong another day. "Food is a good idea. Will it need weeding since you cannot visit it often? Should we take back goods from it, if it is overgrown and has plenty? Maybe there is not room in these bags with the apples. "

Were it Laney, he'd have suggested using shirt or skirts like an apron to hold some portion of something. Suggestions of such thing to a princess on her own soil, however, seemed unwise. She would know, of her own preferences, if it would work or if she was willing, or even if it would be too much for the journey back.


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PostPosted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 5:36 pm


She liked the way he smiled when she praised him and it warmed her, softening the lines of her face. It there was only one thing she could point to in this world that was 'good' and deserving... it would be him. It called up in her a fierce desire to take care of him... though, how much she could actually do for him was debatable. She often seemed more in need of care than he did.

"It probably does." Ida said with a laugh, her bare shoulders lifting and dropping in a shrug. "Its been a while since I was here, there is likely to be some weeds. I can pull some while we eat."

The bags were given a considering look, but it was fairly obvious they weren't going to fit anything else into them.

"Maybe we can rig something up..." She mused as she fingered the sash that crossed her chest and hug over her shoulder. The princess shrugged as she dropped her hands, reaching instead to wrap her smaller one wound Herger's large paw. If he wasn't going to protest it, she was going to take advantage of it much as she did with Hver. Reaching for hands to hold was so simple it needed no thought, and that tiny bit of connection with someone was a comfort far beyond such a small gesture. The kitchen style garden wasn't far from the orchard Ida had planted, they could see it from where they stood, and it took only a moment to lead him to it.

The edible garden spread out before them in neat rows and plots, some small beds created with found rocks. The variety was wide, covering a range of different vegetables and fruits in all sorts of wild colors. As he had suggested, there were weeds among the careful arrangement, running happily rampant. Ida crouched as they reached the first bed, relinquishing the hand she held to rifle through the stems and leaves of lettuce. The next bed over held something that looked like cherry tomatoes, but in bright, cheery yellow. Others held cucumbers, zucchini, snow peas and bigger slicing tomatoes. Leafy lettuce stood off to the side, before tall stalks of sweet corn. Beside that, vines rambled between the rounded forms of cantaloupe, watermelon and pumpkin.

Scooting over to one of the raised beds, Ida plucked a small, bright fruit free of it's stem with a grin, capturing it between her teeth before she went back for another to offer to him. A chuckle slipped from her as she smiled up at her guest, waving a purple strawberry at him.

"All organic, all natural..." She sing-songed at him.


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PostPosted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 8:18 pm


Herger followed just as pleasantly when his hand was sought, offering no resistance, nor show of any displeasure. Physical contact was a luxury, especially with so many scarred emotions amid the camps, that he was glad to provide and receive. The Princess' hand was small, wearing interesting callouses against his own, but warmed with their small exercise.

Reaching the garden-garden, instead of tree garden, had some definite promise in spread of options if one ignored the very bizarre appearances of otherwise regular food. He wasn't sure he wholly bought that they wouldn't taste different in some way given enough time.

While she rifled one bed, Herger walked across to one of the others, interested and dubious all at once as he examined and poked at some of the pumpkin. As Ida returned, waving fruit about rather than offering it, he took a chance at interpreting her desire with this act. Instead of holding a hand out for the fruit, he gently nommed it from her fingers.

After a moment, considering the flavor and texture, "They are very good. The color is strange, but it is still good flavor. Do you like berries best? Do you want help gathering those for lunch?"

The question of how to transport lunch or any harvest of the place returned to mind. Since she was above such things, Herger took his own shirt hem and peeled the thin, patch-sewn 'tshirt' off for use as a gathering pouch. "We can use this?"


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PostPosted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 6:11 pm


She had been expecting him to take the strawberry from her outstretched hand, she was not prepared for her large friend to lean over and eat the berry out of her fingers. The act so struck her, that a very large and admittedly quite handsome man should literally eat out of her hand, that Ida felt herself start to giggle in an entirely girlish and embarrassing way before she realized what she was doing. She pressed her fingers to her lips, unable to stem the smile on them, as she turned to toss the leaves of the berry to the edge of the garden for picking up later and composting.

That was entirely silly... she wasn't sixteen any more and Herger was a friend she'd known for years, not some boy in school to make her flustered. Maybe it was just... being on Ida. It made her feel easier, like she could regain some very small part of the person she used to be for a little while before the demands on her started up again. So stuff just sort of... came out as her control slipped. That's what it was.

"I do like strawberries the best. We should gather some other things too, so feel free to pick anything that's appealing, for now. I have a little camp stove I brought once and a pan, so we could pan fry some of it if we wanted to... I think there is still gas in the little tank yet, but I might need to ask for a replacement when we get back. I think I have some Pam for the pan, but I never keep butter here with no fridge, and I remember bringing a thing of salt..." Ida rambled as she brushed her hands on her hips and bent to check a cucumber that looked ripe enough. When she rose with it in her hands, she sort of trailed off, because she had finally noticed her companion was offering his shirt to her and was very much not wearing it.

"Ah... yes." She said faintly, operating for a moment on auto pilot.


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PostPosted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 9:44 am


No butter becaus eno refrigerator? One of the things he'd learned in his few trips to his Home, to the Fjord and Scandinavia in general, was that refrigeration of many foodstuffs was a modern and not always necessary luxury. Butter, especially, had a storied history in the trade of Norway, Finnland, Iceland and Sweden. He didn't understand or even remember all the history, but an ally had been to Bergen for demonstrations, and a few who claimed kinship to the Knight of the Fjord and kept up in those lands had taken to a few of the old ways to stay off grid. They had butter, and many other wonderful things to eat, without refrigeration. Like the fish he was, on rare occasions, able to bring back to the camps as long as it wasn't lutefisk. Maybe some of the quartermasters should make trips with the transcended and the Earth knights and couch them on storage? It was something that could be posed to someone more diplomatic. Ida and many others worked hard and learned many other things. Supply and preservation was not something that needed their attention before, and it wasn't something they should ever be made to feel guilty of. Many hands made for a lighter load, likewise tasks done by teh lesser freed the greater to jobs most suited them.

Speaking of jobs suited, he wasn't certain if she was trying to indicate a request with her choice of pickings. She is giggled and flushing. It is possible? I do not know. I can and would happily serve any of my lords or ladies at their asking. I thought Hvergelmir more her preference. Do cucumbers and strawberries often go into stirfry together, if she just means food? She enjoys the view at least.


The last part plain in her staring appreciation. Herger winked at her playfully keeping otherwise still and the shirt on offer for her to use. "I am happy to harvest if I have permission and you have the shirt to use for your basket. You do not take it? "


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PostPosted: Tue Jun 23, 2015 8:25 pm


The wink startled Ida out of her staring and she flushed even brighter, if that were possible, at being caught out.

"Oh, god..." She laughed, clapping a palm to her heated cheek. "Look at me, staring like an idiot. You'd think I'd never seen a man without his shirt before."

She'd probably seen everything there ever was to see, male or female or other, by this point, and been intimately acquainted with it. She should be past the point of getting flustered over anything, but... in her defense, none of that had been a man she cared very deeply about, who had admirably broad shoulders and arms she knew from experience were warm and caring. So. Maybe she could be forgiven for staring a little. He seemed pleased at being admired, at least.

Ida tucked her vegetable under her arm as she took the shirt from him finally, letting her face cool as she fussed with it. The openings for head and arms were large enough to be fairly easy to knot, which turned the whole into a serviceable bag. The cucumber went into that as she gathered up material in her hands.

"Alright... go ahead and pick whatever you want." She said, nodding her permission since he seemed inclined to do the harvesting this time. She could hold the bag. "I can eat most of this raw, like the cucumber and the strawberries. There is lettuce for a salad, but nothing to dress it with unless you know of some way of making it. Um... there are potatoes in here somewhere. Tomatoes, onions and peppers, if you want them. Herbs... I wish now that I'd gotten more adventurous in cooking back when I still had the time for it. Most of what I know without a recipe book is fairly basic and requires a kitchen."

Ida remembered making quite good meals to feed her family and being quite handy at cooking... but she'd had an oven and stove top then, proper knives and spoons and pots. And the internet, with it's wealth of recipes. If she'd known how things would turn out... learning how to cook in unconventional ways would have been tops on her list of things to do. Maybe Herger had learned more, in his years since purifying. Maybe he'd had the time that she did not.


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