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Post by maryjane on Aug 23, 2010 10:42:30 GMT -5
The sounds of a busy Camelot filled Mary-Janes ears as she walked threw the streets. She didn't really need to be here but she had felt that she should be out and about in regular society instead of holeing away in her cottage and working herself to death to even pay for the meager home that she kept for herself. A soft yawn played on Mary-Jane's lips though she surpressed it. She hadn't been to sleep yet for she had pulled an all nighter hoping to get more money for food for not only herself but the young girl she and her closest friend vesper where nursing back to health after a tragic accident. An accident so much like Mare's own. Mare shuddered at the memory of that night so long ago. Yet not long at all. Sometimes it felt as if it where only yesterday.
Mare's thought where elsewhere so at first she didn't see the young girl dart past her. After a moment Mary-Jane caught sight of her again. As if she where hiding from someone. Mare was instantly curious. And when she saw a young man who couldn't be more than fifteen looking anxiously about the street as if he where looking for something Mare because worried and she was instantly at the side of the young girl. She offered her hand and the girl took one look at her and accepted it. Mary-Jane's smile was gentle and motherly as she took the girl and they slipped into an ally. It smelled horrid but it was away from the young man. When they where a safe distance away Mary-Jane turned to the young girl who was panting slightly. Mare knelt down and smiled kindly at her before she spoke.
"Whats your name little one?" Mary-Jane asked as she whiped a smuge of dirt away from her cheek. At first she was hesitant to answer as if she really didn't want to answer the stranger but the kindness that Mare gave off must have gotten to her and she realized she wasnt going to hurt her.
"Emma, will you take me to my daddy please? He's the blacksmith." Emma said softly.
Mary-Jane nodded and offered her hand to the young girl once more. Mare didn;t know why this young girl who couldn't have been older than six was out on the streets alone. It was just barely morning. The sun was still rising. Why was she alone? Mare had alot of questions for this girls fther she just hoped she would be able to get up enough courage to even speak to him. Mare knew exactly where she was going. She knew just about every inch of Camelot and the blacksmiths shop was well known to her. She had passed it many times while she was here so felt no trouble in taking the young girl there. Mare kept her eyes and ears open just in case the young man was following them but Mare sensed nothing. She didn't get the strange tingling feeling that she usually did when she was being followed.
When the blacksmiths shop came into sight Mare took a deep breath and tried to steel herself for the confrontation with the man who was Emma's father. The child had chatted away as if she hadn't been chased by a strange young man five minutes before. Had Mary-Jane ever been that carefree? She wondered though she didnt voice her thoughts aloud. Mare had taking an instant likeing to the child, though Mare liked all children. They where her one true weakness. Put a child before her and she would melt like butter. Children where the most beautiful thing in life. And she wanted one or two of her own though she was certain that would never happen. Who would want a tainted woman? An unpure woman.
With Emma's hand placed gently into hers she walked into the shop. Though she could tell the child was excited to see her father which could be seen in the delight in her eyes. When a man came into veiw Emma exploded into joy and happiness and raced forward toward her father. Mary-Jane stood back and watched the reunion with sad eyes. Sad that it wasn't her that the child was hugging. Sad that the child wasn't hers to hold and to love. Mare shook her head before she looked back at the man and spoke. "Y-Your daughter was being followed by a young man. Do you know anything about that?" Mare asked. Mare's voice quavered a bit at first but it was light and melodic as well as sweet at the same time. There was a slight trembling to her hands so she clasped them behind her back to hide the fact she was very much afraid. Mare stayed a good distance back now that she was certain the child was alright.
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Post by Gawain on Oct 2, 2010 13:14:18 GMT -5
When Gawain opened his eyes, he was not sure if it was late at night or early in the morning. He groaned, lifting his head from the table and began to stretch his arms. His entire body was sore, but that was to be expected after working non stop in a profession which required quite a bit of upper body strength. And on top of that, he was not even slept comfortably on the small mattress he had on the ground. Instead, he had just slept in a chair, with his head on the desk and thanks to that awkward position, his neck was terribly sore.
He let out a big yawn before standing up and looking around his shop to orientate himself. This only took a few seconds, and he went outside to get a nice breath of fresh air. The streets were fairly busy, answering his confusion as to what time of day it was, as the daily hustle began in the city. People were rushing to set up shop, markets were opening, and there were already shoppers scurrying about, eager to get their shopping done as early as possible.
He stood there for a few moments, just watching the people as the energy of the city came alive. And that was when, he saw something rather unexpected, but not too random. Well, not random until he saw the woman accompanying his daughter. "DADDY!" She cried, running towards him, as Gawain opened his arms up for her, lifting her up. It was a rather reflexive action, though he was extremely curious as to why she was here... and further more, why she was here with a strange woman. And that was when the woman continued to explain that a man had been following his daughter. Wait. A MAN?! Following his daughter?!
Gawain's eyes widened in fear at this thought. Who would have done that? He knew that the city was crawling with thieves and criminals, but why his precious daughter?! He felt his heart beat a bit faster, as the thought of nearly her becoming a victim to who knows what entered his mind. "A m-man? Who? What did he look like?" Gawain was not the smoothest talker, especially when he was nervous and scared, and this was one of those instances which lead him to stutter.
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