Sheer Folly

[neav]

Night was falling quickly, cold and unkind to those not at home. A small boy stared up at the sky and then at the horse who walked beside him. His face was tight with worry. The mare's white coat seemed to glow in the growing dark but her movements were anything but magical. She limped heavily, favouring her right foreleg. The boy bit his lip. They would never reach Camelot tonight.

Neav was stable-boy of Camelot Castle, with special care of Prince Arthur's horses. But sometimes he also acted as a messenger. Instead of his usual scruffy clothes, Neav wore the scarlet of a Royal messenger. Though it was obviously borrowed finery and too large for his small frame, Neav enjoyed the difference. This tunic did not itch.

He rested a gentle hand on the mare's neck, whispering.
"Please... can you walk longer? Can you keep on?" For Neav really did not want to get caught out at night. A horse's main defence was her legs. If she could not run from trouble, she was helpless... Neav had a sudden vision of them both being chased and devoured by wolves.
"Oh, Sheer Folly!" he cried the mare's name, so strangely descriptive of this situation. "I am so, so sorry..."
Though it could hardly be his fault that Folly had put her foot in a hidden rabbit-hole, Neav still felt guilty. He was supposed to keep her safe. Now what were they to do?
Suddenly he saw a winking of lights ahead. Neav gave a cry of delight as he remembered the village.
"Willowdale! Folly, we can stay there. I can fix your leg and we wont be eaten! Oh, can you go faster?" The mare nickered softly and tried to speed her pace.

Still, it was quite dark when the two entered the streets of Willowdale. Blinking with tiredness, the boy scanned the streets for someone who might help. There! Moving away from them was the tall figure of a man. Normally Neav would have been far to afraid to call out, but Folly's need gave him courage.
"Sir!" Neav cried, but he did not seem to hear. So Neav raced after the man with boldness born from worry and grabbed for his arm.
"Sir, please!" he begged. "Please! Poor Folly is lame and we'll never reach Camelot and I don't want to be eaten by wolves!" His words fell over themselves, and his eyes were wide and pleading.

Timeline: A little after the Curse of Cornelius Sigan
Tags: Aatos

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[myval]

“You are clinging to what I have left...”

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It was late, and Aatos himself had arrived into the sleepy village not to long ago. He had been wander for the past 4 years, sort of aimlessly. He hated not having a place to stay, or a job to have. But his last contract had ended about a month ago, and he had been moving north ever sense.

Aatos barely had a clue of where he was. He figured he was still in Mercia, or perhaps might have wandered into Northumbria. But where ever he was, he had to find work, and fast, the little money he had gotten from his last contract, has dwindled, though Aatos has been using it conservatively, nearly to nothing. He was going to have to find work, and fast.

Aatos was walk down the main road of village when he thought he heard something. But of course who would be on the road at this time of night. No one, at least if they had a choice in the matter. Then he heard the voice again, and felt a tug on his arm.

Aatos turned around to the pleading of a young boy. He was dressed well, the clothing was in fine shape, that of a court messenger. But on closer examination, Aatos doubted that was the boys original profession. The clothing was ill-fitting, and loose. Signs to Aatos this wasn't something the boy did normally.

Then Aatos, noticed the buzzing, the his personal indicator that he was in the presence of magic. And it was strong. Very strong. Aatos looked at the young boy, and noticed the fear written across his face. They boys words seemed to tumble and mesh together. Then he heard the boy's destination, Camelot. Aatos had gone farther east then what he wanted, he was in the kingdom of Camelot, the land he wanted to avoid. 'But,' Aatos though, 'You can't avoid the place forever. I knew I would end up here, eventually.' He thought bitterly.

Aatos listen to the boys concern about the wolves, eating him and his mare, Aatos found it sort of funny, considering that he was in the middle of a town now, no wolf would be daring enough to attack them in the middle of a human settlement. At least he hope they wouldn't be. But Aatos respond to the boy truthfully. “I think your safe for now, little one, I don't think many wolves would attack you here. But I don't know how to help Folly. Perhaps, do you anyone in the village who could help us?” Aatos said, adding himself into the predicament, after all, he couldn't leave this child to panic alone, he might as well offer some support for the poor child.

“While I forget in my exile. I'm free in my exile.”

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Notes:[/b] Sorry it took so long. I was surprised at how long it turned out. Do tell me if it isn't clear.
Credit:[/b] Lyrics: Exile by Heather Dale; Coding To me, Myval [/color]

[neav]

Though Neav had dared to run after this man, the part of him that was always afraid of people was certainly not gone. That part of him expected the man to shake him off in anger... and so when he was met only assurance he was glad. The way the man called him 'little one' was what put him most at easy. Most people just called him 'boy' as though they were spitting out the word.
And Neav was very glad when he said that the wolves would not come for them here. The boy had a fear of wolves that ran as deep as his horse-senses.
"It is really safe here?" Neav forgot to call the man 'sir' in his mixture of worry and fear and gladness. "I thought we were going to be eaten because we could not run..."
Neav trailed off. He let go of the man's sleeve, took a step away and a deep, shuddering breath. He had to be calm. This man had asked him a sensible question and he had to answer it.

"I do not know anyone here, sir," Neav admitted. "I just saw the lights and thought it would be safe... but sir, I can care for Folly myself." He glanced back at the mare waiting so patiently with her hurt leg lifted. "If only there is somewhere safe for her to stay... sir."
For of course Neav assumed that the man lived in this village, and so thought he would know where he could take the mare.

Note: do not worry about the lateness. And thank you, your post is clear to me! It is a very good post.

[myval]

“You are clinging to what I have left...”

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Aatos couldn't help but to smile at the young boy. The boy seemed to be very scared of the wolves that where haunting the woods in the area, actually that is one of the reason why he was in town, though most wolves wouldn't try to attack him, but if he stumbled on a pack of them hungry enough, well... there wouldn't much left of Aatos. Pushing such macabre thoughts from his mind, Aatos tried to focas on the present, the boy, and his lame mare.

The boy obviously wouldn't abandon the mare, he seemed very attached to her. No he would even mention that to the distressed boy, it may cause him to panic. No the boy need to stay calm, and Aatos realized that. Aatos nodded at the boys question of the safeness of the village. He was quite sure of the unlikelihood of being attacked.

He watched as the boy tried to compose himself and then he admitted to not being from the village. Aatos passively watch the boy explain to him of how he could take care of the Mare, he just need a place for her to stay. Aatos heard the boy say sir, Aatos tried not to twitch. He hated be called to sir, it reminded of what he was, and what he was running from. He was no sir. Aatos thought a while, trying to pick his words carefully, not wanting to panic the boy.

“I'm afraid I don't know anyone who live here either.” He said quietly, barely above a whisper. “I was actually hoping that there was an inn around here, some where I could maybe stay for a night.”

“While I forget in my exile. I'm free in my exile.”

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Notes:[/b] Why thank you Neav, that is nice complement! No one has ever said my post was good.
Credit:[/b] Lyrics: Exile by Heather Dale; Coding To me, Myval [/color]

[neav]

Though Neav tried to be calm, he was skittering like a nervous horse. It was well for him that this stranger spoke softly. The calmness was catching and some of the fear began to die from the boy's eyes.
You have to look after Folly, he reminded himself. You have to be calm for her. She needs to be out of the night...

Neav's heart sank when the man said he was not from this place either. Oh, it was bad luck! Neav glanced anxiously back at his mare. She could not afford to limp through the town looking for a place to stay. Neav was afraid if Sheer Folly walked much more on her leg, she might never heal...
"An Inn," Neav said softly, scanning the street. Inns always had stables and though Neav did not have the money to pay for one he did not think of that. All he thought of was a place for Folly.
Not far away ahead there was a torch blazing away the night. It lit the peeling paint of a wooden sign, showing a waltzing fox. The words over it named the Inn as 'The Dancing Fox' but no one had never taught Neav how to read.
However, he did reconside the kind of sign.

Neav raced back to Sheer Folly's side. He whispered in her ear and then crouched down to rest a hand on the lame leg. His touch was light and gentle and seemed to do some kind of good. For when Neav stood again she limped forward, seeming to be in less pain then she had a moment ago. Soon they were level with the stranger-man.
"She can walk as far as that dancing fox Inn," Neav murmured. "It is not traverlers season so there should be room..."

[myval]

“You are clinging to what I have left...”

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Aatos watch the boy look ahead, looking for an Inn, for them. It was common for an Inn to have a stable, but nothing was ever free. He was concerned for the boy, he seemed alone, and he would rather not let anything happen to the boy. Aatos was concerned that the boy didn't have any money, with him. The mare needed a safe place to rest, and the Inn's stables where that best place for her to do that.

Aatos watched the boy scamper past him, to the mare. He whispered into her ear, and lightly pressed on her leg. He couldn't tell exactly what the boy did, but what ever he did, it seemed to realive the pain of the mare. He and his mare, walked over to Aatos, telling him that the mare could make it over to the inn, near by, The Dancing Mare.

Aatos let the boy lead, bring up the rear, keeping in eye out for any trouble, mostly not for wolves, but for people who might be trying to kill Aatos. You never know where they could be lurking. About half way there, Aatos finally decided to ask the boy about his money condition.

“Little one,” He said, softly loud enough to be heard by the boy alone. “Do you have money to pay for you and Folly's stay at the inn?” He asked softly, trying not to sound harsh, or frighten the boy anymore then he was. But he wasn't so sure if the boy had the coin for his room. And he wanted to make sure the boy remember that before he got into the inn, and possible fooled himself. Not that Aatos would let him go without a place to stay for the night, but he wanted to get this planned out with the boy before going into the Dancing Mare. Aatos did feel like he had some responsibility for the boy.

“While I forget in my exile. I'm free in my exile.”

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Notes:[/b] Did you use magic for healing Folly? I don't want to assume anything when it comes to magic.
Credit:[/b] Lyrics: Exile by Heather Dale; Coding To me, Myval [/color]

[neav]

The man's gentle question stopped Neav as though he had been struck by lightning. Sheer Folly stopped obdiently with him and used the pause to rest her leg off the ground.
Neav bit his lips. How stupid he was not to have thought of money! He never had any money, unless you counted the coppers merchants sometimes tossed him for coaxing their stubborn mules to move. And he did not even have any of those with him.
The slight colour that was left in his face drained completly. So much for his marvellous idea. In his borrowed status of messanger he had been given saddle-bags with food, but no money. There was no way he could buy a stable for Folly.

"No," Neav whispered, so soft it could almost be heard. He felt like crying. "I have none, sir. I did not think of it..."
He gazed despairingly at his mare and she nuzzled him, worried by his emotions.
"I am so sorry..." he whispered to her. Then he lifted his chin and turned to face the stranger. Neav knew that he could not just stand here feeling miserable. It would do no good at all. He would just have to manage... somehow.

"I thank you for your kindness, sir," Neav said as politely as he could. "If it is true that no wolves come into this town, we shall be safe enough."
It was not worry for himself he felt, though the night was very cold. He worried for Folly and her swollen hoof and her need to lie down and feel safe so that he could work to ease her pain. It would be much harder to tend the swelling out here but Neav knew he had to try.


Notes: yes, that was magic though it was not a spell that Neav used. He does not yet know of his skills and Folly's need just kind of pulled the magic through him. Thank you for asking and I am sorry that I did not make that more clear.

[myval]

“You are clinging to what I have left...”

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It was as Aatos had feared, the boy didn't have any money. And unfortunately, he couldn't let the boy suffer because of the lack of foresight of his employers. Why if he was king... but he wasn't and could never be. So Aatos tried to focus on the present, and more importantly how to deal with the predicament they young courier, had gotten himself into.

The biggest issue that Aatos had was that he had more then enough money for both a room, a meal and stall. But beyond that, it was really unknown to Aatos how long his funds will last, if at all. But he couldn't leave the boy to squalor in fear and uncertainty. Who ever he was, or wasn't, he didn't deseve that. That was something living on the run had taught Aatos, humility. Everyone is worthy, and they shouldn't live in fear, like he did.

"I thank you for your kindness, sir. If it is true that no wolves come into this town, we shall be safe enough."

Aatos couldn't stand it, he had to help him, in what small way he could. “Young one,” He said softly. “Lets go into the Inn. Perhaps the Innkeeper would allow Folly to stable for free.” He seriously doubted that the innkeeper would do that. But if push comes to shove, he could pay for the stall.

“While I forget in my exile. I'm free in my exile.”

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Notes:[/b] Well here is to hoping.
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[neav]

Neav bit his lip, betraying his anxiousness. He did not want to spend the night outside - Folly would do better with shelter from the cold - but he had not faith in the kindness of people. And so when the stranger suggested that the Innkeeper might let Folly stay for free, he was skeptical to say the least.
But he also knew better than to show this disbelief for it could easily be seen as rudeness. Though the stranger-man had seemed kind so far, Neav had learned that men were quick to hit a child for rudeness.

"Perhaps..." Neav said. Then he had an idea. "He might let me work for the loan." Such things did happen, he knew. And though it would make him very late back to the city, well. He was late enough already and it was not as if he had an important reply to the message he dilvered. Tell his Majesty I am Honoured was an answer that could wait an extra day.
So he coaxed Sheer Folly forward once more until they reached the door of the Inn. Dinner smells drifted from inside and made Neav's stomach clench. He was hungry.
But that did not matter. Neav touched his hand to Folly's drooping head.
"Stay here, girl," he murmured gently. "I will see if I can get a place for you. Warm with plenty of hay." And he tugged his borrowed uniform to try and make it look a little neater, and looked up at the stranger man. Neav knew better than to go first into the Inn. That again could be seen as rude arrogence.

[myval]

“You are clinging to what I have left...”

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Aatos watched the boy stare at his feet again. He recognized the look, from a long time ago, when he was a prince. But that was history. Right now he had to focus on how to deal with the situation he had gotten himself into... and he might have just the right idea. Aatos hoped that the boy would go along with it.

He waited for the boy at the door, and watched the boy talk to his mare. There was something he was missing, and he knew it. Aatos was able to see that the boy trust only his horse, and even seemed to sort of horse like himself... but he might be shy. That isn't unheard for a servent. But what ever those two shared as bond, he didn't share it with people... It was very curious. He wouldn't mind travelling with the boy for a bit longer. But alas he had to leave the boys company tomorrow. And Aatos hoped that the boy will be okay on his trip to Camelot.

They walked over to the door, and waited for him to enter. This was when he would put his plan into action. He looked at the boy and said, “Little one, when we go in there, follow my lead. Let me do the talking.” He waited for the boys response before entering.

“While I forget in my exile. I'm free in my exile.”

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[neav]

Neav nodded his agreement. He hated talking with people, especially those he did not know. Especially to ask something that would get him laughed at and scorned.
So he followed the stranger obediently, keeping half of his mind on Sheer Folly so that he would know if she began unsafe.

The Inn was the same as many of its kind. This lower floor was a tavern, and at early night the tables were filled with people. In such a small town all the locals were known... in such a small town, everyone in the tavern turned to stare at the strangers who entered. Neav skittered slightly like a nervous foal. He did not like it when so many people looked at him. It made him feel hunted, surrounded by wolves.
Neav swallowed, glanced up at his tall stranger. What was his plan?



Notes: sorry that is it so short....

[myval]

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Aatos walked into the Inn, with a confident air that seemed to attract the attention of the local. 'Don't do anything foolish Aatos' his mind warned him. Which was true, he wasn't in the mood to end up being in a brawl. And plus he doubted the boy would stay if a brawl broke out.

Aatos walked toward the tall Innkeeper. Aatos checked on the boy out of the corner of his eye. He seemed to stick close to Aatos, which was good. He would rather not have to try to find the boy later. After all, Aatos had taken it upon himself to see that the boy was safe for the night. That was the least he could do for the child.

Aatos walked up to the Innkeeper. He was muscular, with a very short cut hair. The man seemed more then capable of handling himself, and any rowdy guests. Aatos walked up to the man, putting on a mask of business. “Hello good sir” Aatos began with a cool demeanor. The Innkeeper looked up from the counter he was polishing. “How can I help you good sirs?” He asked stressing sirs, indicating he saw the boy trailing near his leg.

“I would like a room for us.” He said simply, and then added, “And I would like a stall for my horse.” Aatos hoped the boy didn't mind him saying that the horse was, his. It would make his story much easier. The innkeeper looked at Aatos, calculating what he had available.

“I'm afraid we have no rooms with two beds available, would it work if I placed a cot in one of the rooms?”

“I doubt my little brother would mind, would ya?” Aatos said, looking at the boy, hoping that he would play along with his ruses. Its not like it was going to cost him that much more. If the innkeeper was going to try to charge him for a double room, it would be preposterous. After all he was just adding in a cot, not a full bed.

“While I forget in my exile. I'm free in my exile.”

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Notes:[/b] Here it is! Hope Neav doesn't mind. Fun fact, I was think of using the Innkeeper for my second character. Here is how i invisioned the Innkeeper
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[neav]

Neav kept close to Aatos' side. He watch the Innkeeper with wide ice-blue eyes, needing no skill to pretend he was the shy younger brother. If his heart gave a clench when the stranger claimed Sheer Folly to be his own, his face showed no sign.
It is just for his story... Neav told himself firmly. He would not try to steal Folly...

Neav shook his head when his 'brother' asked if he would mind a cot, managed a small smile. He had never slept in a bed before in his life. As stable-boy, his place was the hayloft and he was pleased with it too. It meant that he could be close to the horses and share their dreams.
Neav did wonder vaugely what the difference between a bed and a cot might be, but he supposed it did not really matter. He planned to sleep the night with his mare, anyhow.
But he would not tell the Innkeeper that, even if his kind stranger had not asked him to keep silent. Too many people thought him weird for the love he showed his horses. He did not want this room of staring people to laugh at him.


Notes: your Innkeeper looks more than a little fierce!

[myval]

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Aatos watched the boy out of the corner of his eye, and if the boy was mad at him for saying the mare was his... he didn't show it. Which was good. For if the boy objected to his claim.. the ruse might be up. In fact the boy did quite well. He was glad.

The innkeeper looked at the boy for a while.. then looked back up to Aatos. The Innkeeper, began to count on his fingers, as if trying to decide what the final price would. “How bout 6 gold, for the room and 10 silver for the stable. But of course, feed for your animal is extra.” Aatos did the quick calculations... It was on the higher side of things. But it was probably the highest the Innkeeper was willing to charge.

But Aatos wasn't really in the mood to barter to much, and it wasn't that bad of price, when you think of it. He also didn't like to lie so much to the Innkeeper. He normally only lied to keep himself Alive, and no more. He didn't like to do much more then that. “Its sounds fair to me.” Aatos said.

The innkeeper reached underneath the counter and passed Aatos a pair of keys. He told Aatos, “You have the Second Room upstairs, on the left." Then he shouted out toward the Kitchen, “Lynda? Can you come out here and show our guests to the stables?” A beautiful women came rushing out of the kitchen. Her long red hair was tied back, and she wore a simple dress and apron. “Sure my dear.” She said, kissing the Innkeeper on the cheek. “Make sure you don't start any brawls when I'm gone.” She said with a sly smile to the Innkeeper. She turned to Aatos and the boy, “So sire, will you show me to your horse, so I can lead you to the stables?” She said with a kind smile.

Aatos began to lead them out of the door, expecting the boy to play his part and follow him. The Innkeeper's Wife, that who he guessed she was, waited till the young boy followed Aatos, and started to follow them too.

“While I forget in my exile. I'm free in my exile.”

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[neav]

Neav only just managed to keep himself from gasping with shock at the price of room. He had never seen so much money in his life! And the stable was almost as expensive... He expected his stranger to laugh and barter down the price but he merely agreed.
Neav's head span. Just what kind of a person had he met? One that would spend such an amount on a boy he did not even know? He stared at the floor to hide his stunned expression.

But then a lady was called to show them the stables and Neav glanced at her, then anxiously up at his money-filled stranger. He did not want someone else to handle Sheer Folly if he could help it. With the part of his mind that he had left with her, he knew she was still standing sore but obidient, waiting for him.
He stuck close to his 'brother', going to Folly soon as they were outside. He touched her neck and she nuzzled him, greeting. Neav gazed at his stranger, eyes pleading. Would he be allowed to care for his horse?

[myval]

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The the lady stood and looked at Aatos some what expectantly. He looked at the boy, and smiled, nodding to the boy's horse, some what expectantly. He had no need to keep a horse. It wasn't like he was short on money, years of being on the road, saving when ever he can, had lead him to amassing a small fortune, thought the donation had put a dent in it. But the boy need it more then he did. Aatos didn't need much.

He turned to the Inn's matron and said, “Ma'am, please lead my brother to the stable, I'll follow behind you." She gave a small nod, and walked over and past the boy leading them to the stable.

Once they had arrived, she had yelled up into the hayloft, “Garrett, get you lazy arse down here, there is a guest to attend, too." A young man's head popped out of the the hay loft, sounding some what tired, “Aye ma'am.” Aatos put his hand lightly on the Matron's arm, “Ma'am, I would prefer it if my brother handled the horse. My brother has doesn't trust anyone else with it.” Aatos said, somewhat cryptically. Aatos knew the boy was very protective of his horse, more so then normal. He didn't want to upset the boy anymore then him “claiming” the mare might have.

“While I forget in my exile. I'm free in my exile.”

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Credit:[/b] Lyrics: Exile by Heather Dale; Coding To me, Myval

[neav]

Neav followed the Inn lady as she lead the way, Folly limping after him with her nose politly lowered to his shoulder. As they entered the stables, Neav glanced around. His eye was as critical as any professional. This was surely not as smart as Camelot's stables, but it was clean and dry and the horses were happy enough. Neav knew that there were five before he even saw them. They were dozing, most tired after a hard day's ride, but as they felt Neav enter they lifted their heads. A couple called softly and Neav smiled.

But his stomach tightened again as the Inn mistress called on a man. He did not want anyone else caring for Folly and her hurts...
Then Aatos spoke. A wave of relief rushed through Neav. He grinned up at his 'brother' and touched Folly's neck again, leading her into an empty stall.
At once he began stripping off her saddle, with the speed of long practice.


Notes: that is ok. I jumped ahead a little also, with Neav choosing a stable for Sheer Folly. I hope that is ok.

[myval]

Aatos caught the boy's relived smile after he stopped the matron from having her stable hand deal with the animal. He smiled back at the boy, and watched him start to find a stable for the mare. He turn attention back to the Matron, right in time.
“...If you need any food tonight, do not hesitate to have Garrett run inside for you. 2 meals would cost 6 silver.” She said,dusting off her apron.

“Thank you ma'am for your hospitality. I will send him in if we need it.” He said bowing slightly to her.

She smiled at Aatos, and then turned away to the door. She stopped as if she forgot something. She turned back over to Aatos reaching into the apron. “I almost forgot.” She said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Here take this." She gave Aatos a gold coin. “I over heard the price you paid for the rooms. Generosity has never been on of my husband's strong suits. I fear he might have tried to overcharge you.” She turned and smiled at the boy, saying to Aatos, “I hope the rest of you and your brother's trip is good.” Then she turned around and left the stables.

Aatos wandered over to where the boy was quickly unsaddling the mare. He was doing a good job, much better then Aatos had ever seen any of the stable hands did when he was in Wessex. He felt a pang of sadness at the thought of Wessex, his home. His kingdom that he gave up.

Aatos stood there collecting his thoughts, but he couldn't banish the though of his home, what was his birthright. It was probably evident on his face, even though he would prefer it not to be.

“While I forget in my exile. I'm free in my exile.”

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Credit:[/b] Lyrics: Exile by Heather Dale; Coding To me, Myval, Posting layout to Crown Prince Arthur Pendragon[/color]

[neav]

Neav rubbed down his mare, checking her feet, checking the lame leg. If he made a cooling bandage for it... She would run again by morning. For most horse-healers it would take much longer than that. But Neav had discovered that somehow a horse's pain healed faster when he worked on it.

He had half an ear listening as he worked. He heard the price of two meals was to be many more silver coins. He had the ears of the hunted and so also heard the lady as she whispered to his 'brother' and turned just in time to see her slip a gold coin into his hand. Neav gave the smallest of smiles.
He turned back to his mare. She stood sleepily, sore leg lifted. Neav went to his saddle-bag and took out a length of muslin and a bottle of something green. Then he noticed the man watching.
It stuck Neav that if he was going to pretend to be this man's little brother, than he really needed to know his name. The boy reddened slightly as he said,
"Thank you sir... for helping me with the stable. I - I do not know you name?"

Neav turned quickly away, in case his question had been rude. He crouched beside Folly and began to make her a bandage if he noticed the so sad look on the man's face, he said nothing. It was one thing to dare to ask someone's name... quite another to demand why they looked sad.

[myval]

Aatos was surprised at the boys question. Well how stupid of him to not have thought of that before. Aatos walked around to the boy's side and knelt down to help him. “The name is Aatos.” He said barely above a whisper. He saw no need to deceive this boy. He had his back to the loft so the Stablehand couldn't see him tell him that.

He gave the boy a small smile, and stood up, some what slowly, so not to startle the mare. “Little brother, do you want anything to eat?” He asked, using that little nickname he coined for the boy. It seemed like something an older brother would say.

He waited for the young boys response before he started walking too the loft. Then he noticed something odd. The shadows seemed to move funny. Aatos stopped and stared out for a while. Then he started walking back toward the loft, but visibly more on edge.

“While I forget in my exile. I'm free in my exile.”

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Outfit:[/b] here
Tag:[/b] Neav, Garret(NPC)
Notes:[/b] I was think of having Aatos' sister showing up, are you okay with that?
Credit:[/b] Lyrics: Exile by Heather Dale; Coding To me, Myval, Posting layout to Crown Prince Arthur Pendragon[/color]