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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2012 12:30:28 GMT -5
Well...that seemed settled then. That was good. Iwan was convinced of this, or alright he wasn’t convinced but he was informing himself that he was which was near enough the same thing. “Well...good.” His words were fairly redundant but rather childishly he didn’t want her to get the last word – probably proving that he spent far too much time with Gwaine. Having said that, any time with Gwaine was probably too much.
His mind was wandering again. This never happened. He was quite convinced that he was the only person in Camelot whose mind didn’t wander every five minutes. So to find his own behaving uncharacteristically was rather worrying. And what would have caused it? He was just behaving as he usually did – as a knight should do. It was all very odd, and he was quite sure he didn’t like it one bit. The only way to remedy the situation would be to refocus and not let himself get too distracted again.
Iwan started walking at a slightly quicker pace than he would usually have used – a combination of annoyance at his distracted thoughts and a desire to keep as large a gap between himself and Roslyn spurring him on. He was still rather irritated at her general attitude. As far as she was concerned, he didn’t have to be helping her at all. Yes, he would help her however she behaved but she didn’t know that. And even if she did, she could still be a little more courteous. She was nobility after all, she should have been taught manne- she didn’t appreciate his tone? Luckily, Iwan had enough self-control not to say something. He just pressed his lips together, and although he wasn’t saying anything his reaction was probably given away by his expression. It would be so nice if he could just leave her abandoned in the middle of nowhere with her damn horse. “And which tone would prefer, my lady?” Well, quite frankly that wasn’t going to help, Iwan found himself starting to care less.
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Post by Lady Roslyn on Sept 12, 2012 18:51:14 GMT -5
Roslyn didn’t feel the need to reply to him, as it was clearly obvious that Iwan was determined to get the last word in no matter what she said or did. She sighed softly to herself, wondering why she had accepted the offer for his help in the first place. Then again, given how the conversation was progressing, she was more impressed that Iwan hadn’t just walked off and left her here. That was hardly what she wanted, given that she needed help to get her horse out of the mud, but she was impressed nonetheless. Roslyn felt like she was keeping quite a cool head given the whole situation; at the back of her mind she still knew that if she didn’t get the horse out of the mud there was no point in returning home. Well, there was, but she knew her father would kill her, and that was without being dramatic. She pressed her lips together, it never took much for her to get on the wrong side of her father, and she lived with that constant fear that he held over her. Roslyn didn’t really want to be thinking of this now, if she thought about it all the time then she would frankly become phobic, bit she couldn’t stand the thought of being thrown out on the street like some common peasant, without an income or a home.
She had been lost in her thoughts somewhat, and was twirling a piece of hair around her finger when Iwan spoke to her again. She blinked at him, and for a moment couldn’t remember what he was asking her that for. Roslyn just shrugged, she didn’t really have an answer for him as she hadn’t expected his reply to be quite so civil, luckily she was a master of thinking on her feet, “A knightly tone would do it, seeing as you are a knight.” She felt a small amount of teasing was needed to lighten the mood, but she wasn’t going to be going much further with anything like that; she didn’t want him getting the wrong ideas, no matter how handsome he was. Roslyn let her eyes wash over Iwan for a moment, before she remembered herself, and her position, and forced her eyes back to his face, with a half smile.
Roslyn took a few steps forwards, wrapping her arms around her middle before she dipped her shoulder and looked back at it over to where Iwan was still stood, “Can we please just get the wood to get my horse out of the wood, please my Lord?” She asked in a softer tone, though there was still a bitter bite to her words. She felt ridiculous, her gown and cloak were both ruined; no doubt the man thought she was a low born noble, or worse. This was all going horrifically, and she just wanted to get herself out of this situation as quickly as she could.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2012 9:13:36 GMT -5
Iwan noticed a slight change in the way she was looking at him, and while he wasn't arrogant enough to assume that she was seeing him in any sort of flattering light, her gaze did make him feel slightly uncomfortable. He cleared his throat. Annoyingly she was right. He was a knight, someone who was supposed to be able to talk to a woman without getting annoyed and uncomfortable (or throwing himself at her like some of the knights...). Instead of barely hiding his irritation he should be chivalrous and polite. She wasn't exactly making it easy though, and he didn't trust that small smile of hers either. "Yes...we-" He cut himself off. How quickly he'd forgotten the part about being chivalrous and polite. "You're right." There was another pause. He started rubbing his thumb against his forefinger - a nervous habit of his. "I'm sorry for my rudeness earlier."
Right. Wood, he thought and turned his attention back to the horse. It shouldn't be too difficult to find some pieces big enough although it would probably be quite tricky to get the horse to co-operate. This would be far easier if he wasn't on his own - he was still fairly sure Roslyn would be more of a hindrance than a help and even if she wasn't, he wouldn't let her help on principle - so it was something he was going to have to do by himself. Then again, even if there was someone else who could be useful the likelihood of him actually trusting them to do a good enough job was slim. It was a long held philosophy of Iwan's that if a task couldn't be accomplished on his own it wasn't worth doing. Unfortunately there were many times when Arthur didn't share this view and Iwan was forced to do something with the "help" of someone else. Of course Iwan would comply, but he wasn't happy about it.
He wanted to suggest again that Roslyn stay with the horse while he went to find wood, but she would no doubt start another argument or just follow him. He supposed it was probably in her interest to come with him, it was certainly a lot safer than being alone and her safety should be his primary concern. "Yes, of course." He replied. It was in his best interest just get the damn horse out of the mud so this wonderful conversation could reach its end. He stepped aside, gesturing to the woods a few yards or so in the distance. "After you, my lady."
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Post by Lady Roslyn on Feb 7, 2013 19:24:14 GMT -5
Roslyn was of course panicking internally about this whole situation, as long as her horse was unharmed then she was sure she would be able to talk her way out of this situation. She didn’t want to make it look as if she couldn’t handle herself, if she did then her father might not let her ride out anymore, and that wasn’t going to happen. This was the only time that she was allowed anytime to herself. When she was at her father’s estate she was under constant watch, and she knew it. He knew what she did, and when she did it, and she hated it. Of course Roslyn always conducted herself accordingly, she never gave him any reason to shout, or to be annoyed with her. Not that he needed a reason most of the time of course, sometimes her being in the same room was enough to set him into a rage. Roslyn knew the reason why now, where she had been ignorant as a child, but it was hardly a comfort. “It is no matter, my Lord.” She lied idly, as she really just wanted to get home now, and was not interested in making enemies with Iwan, especially as now he appeared to be quite accommodating.
She figured that they would get wood in the forest that she had got her horse stuck in, though she knew they would need dry wood, and a lot of it. Roslyn looked around them, they would hardly find wood just lying around, even in a forest it was unlikely that there would just be a large pile of wood conveniently placed for such an occasion. Roslyn sighed to herself, wondering if they could tear some from a tree trunk, or something similar to lay it down for her horse. She wasn’t even bothered now about her muddy hem, as even though it was incredibly important to her, she just wanted to get out of here now, and if that meant disregarding her state of undress then so be it!
Roslyn just nodded as Iwan told her to go first, though she couldn’t understand why he was telling her to go first, as she had no idea where she would get wood like that from. She sighed internally, not letting her annoyance show, as she was a Lady, and ladies didn’t get annoyed. Instead she smiled, not too sweetly as then he would know her to be false, but just enough to keep him on his toes. “We need dry wood, so perhaps we should look at taking some wood off tree trunks?” She suggested, mainly for easiness sake; she doubted that the knight would want to damage his sword trying to hack off branches to help ease her horse out of the mud anyway. It would be much easier to tear bits off wood off the trunk.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2013 16:19:09 GMT -5
Iwan's suspicions were immediately raised when she was smiled at him. It was a pleasant enough smile and should it have come from anyone else he would have thought nothing of it. But it didn't come from anyone else. It came from her and therefore he probably had very good cause for being suspicious. Women like her usually had some ulterior motive, and they were usually ones that he disapproved of. Well, whatever it was it was just going to have to wait. He had better things to do than help her, but unfortunately the current situation was taking precedent. At her words he gave a quizzical look. How, exactly, did she imagine they would just take some wood from tree trunks? He already knew that she was a noblewoman and therefore unaccustomed to hard labour, but he hadn't thought she was this stupid. "What a brilliant idea," he replied, the sarcasm far more obvious than it should be. "And just how shall we go about that?" He looked down at her hands, a small smirk finding its way onto his lips. "How tough are you nails, my lady?"
Without waiting for her to respond he started walking towards the trees. How he was supposed to find suitable wood was so far a mystery. He of course had his sword, but he'd rather not use it if it was possible. It was rather a good one and could be quite easily damaged should he try attacking a tree. He looked over his shoulder to see if she was following him but didn't stop. The sooner this was all dealt with the better, and he could get on with something that was actually important. Unfortunately, and rather annoyingly, he didn't make it too far, barely into the woods, before he started to feel guilty about his previous comments. So much for being charming and chivalrous. He let out a frustrated sigh. This woman really was trying his patience. "I apologise again for my comments." He said, but without turning around. "It was not a bad idea, just one that is not so easily accomplishable in practice."
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