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 Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 1:27 pm
[I'm just going to put this out here. Baptiste hasn't met anyone other than Tamlin and Zak, I'm pretty sure, so if you want to play with him, go ahead and post a response.]
Baptiste stands outside his wagon on a chilly morning, brushing down his horses. He clucks to them affectionately as he does, generally in a good mood. At least the morning had been pleasant--to say nothing of recent events going on in his wagon. Sighing lightly, he pats Folle's huge nose and gives her a smile.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 9:04 am
Silver steps out of her wagon slowly, looking around to see if any of the other gypsies are awake yet. Seeing no one, she closes the door silently behind her, leaving her children to sleep. With a pouch of herbs and gauze at her hip, she cradles a bleeding right forearm in her left hand and rushes toward the stream, slipping silently among the wagons.
She gasps and stops in her tracks as she nearly runs into a man she doesn't quite recognize tending to his horses. Silver smiles absently and nods her head in greeting as she resumes her pace. "Damn..." she mutters to herself as soon as she is out of earshot. "At least it wasn't Valleldia."
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 10:20 am
Baptiste smiles and tips his cap at her. "Morning," he murmurs, his voice still holding the deeper, thicker quality that having just woke up provides. He leans on Jolie and watches the dark-haired woman dash toward the stream. She'd looked a bit worried, and something was a bit off about her.
He shrugs and goes back to tending his horses. Still, for some reason he can't put the memory to rest. She'd seemed normal. Pretty smile, the same uncertain glimmer in her eyes that all gypsies seem to share, cradling her bleeding forearm.
Wait a minute!
Baptiste drops the brush and dashes toward the stream after her. "Are you alright?" he calls. Luckily he's fairly fleet of foot and catches up quickly. "You're bleeding!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 10:34 pm
Silver hears footsteps behind her and quickens her pace. "Are you alright?" a voice calls after her. No, no, no! Go away! she thinks, momentarily panicking. She starts to run, but realizes that will look even more suspicious. Silver decides to ignore the man and just keep walking, hoping he will turn around and leave her alone. Unfortunately, it is only a moment before he catches up to her. "You're bleeding!" Silver sighs with irritation. "Go away. I'm fine," she says a bit more harshly than intended, trying to keep her injured arm out of his sight.
Suddenly, Silver feels a sharp tug at her left foot as it connects with a large root. She realizes a bit too late that the ground is rising up to meet her and throws both arms out to brace her fall. Her injured arm collapses instantly upon impact and she cries out in pain before the sound is muffled by a mouthful of grass. "Mmph!" she yells angrily into the ground.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 5:03 pm
Baptiste winces sympathetically as she trips over the root and crashes down into the grass. He quickly catches up to her and squats next to her. "Can I help you up? That was a nasty spill you took, miss."
He offers both his hands to her for support. "Here, I'll help you clean that wound. What on earth did that?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 8:50 am
Silver's face is one of resignation and dismay as she looks up from the ground. Well, I guess he's not going anywhere. Curse my luck. "Yes, I suppose you may," she says. She extends her good arm and lets the man help her to her feet. She hands him the herbs and gauze and walks the last few feet to the stream, purposely choosing not to answer his second question.
"So. What's your name? I don't think I've had the pleasure to make your acquaintance, good sir," she says with a wry smile.
Silver kneels down by the stream bank and begins to wash the blood from her arm, wincing slightly as the cool water covers the wound.
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