A New Day, and New Mishaps (Open)

[†Kazira Astras†]

Kazira did sigh out loud this time. She knew he wouldn't get it but she could always hope. Couldn't she?

"I know its hard to believe but I said more or less. I'm the best of friends with them that I can just go over unannounced and have a meal there. Its just enough that they know my habits and just ignore them and not throw me into the dungeons and torture me like they do the first time they hear it." Kazira said her voice raising a little before she paused and calmed down. There was no need to get all riled up about this."It may be common sense but that doesn't mean a thing to me. Why should I show respect when hardly any is given to me because of my so called station and gender? I will show respect where respect is due but not when it is not needed. To me royalty are just those who self appoint themselves and make others lives miserable by taking everything they love away from them." Kazira's voice softened at the end of her little speech. She could feel the burn of tears but refused to let them fall. Yes, she truly believed that is what royalty is, and more than half the time the royalty and nobility have proved her right time and time again for how cruel they can be to those who "aren't like them."

She knew that is was incredibly rare to find someone who doesn't care for the ranks and titles, especially one like her a female, but that is how she was raised prior to being orphaned and that was how she continues to live and will live. she believed that if you did something worth being respected for then you shall receive it if in turn you treat everyone with respect and equality.

Moros looked at his friend and moved closer to her brushing his head against her his trying to give comfort. He knew that the whole title and rank thing was just a part of nature, one that she fought so hard against. But even in the wild there were the alphas and the omegas. Strong and the weak. Leaders and followers. You can't change it. Moros looked up and saw that Kazira was still fighting back the tears that had gathered earlier. He wasn't a mind reader so he had no idea that she was thinking about when she was orphaned by Camelot's Knights or the time in the dungeons she spent staring at nothing but bars. No he had no idea how close she was to just breaking down in front of the Prince. He threw a worried look up at the darkening sky. He knew one thing though her water magic was very close to the surface if it was creating a storm. Moros only hoped that they could get to a different subject before the storm broke and something dangerous happened.

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur was growing angry at this woman. While he would never challenge her to a fight or anything, he hated it when people began to insult nobility and royalty, for it hit the subject of his pride and honor, and that was something Arthur did not let go too easily. He had challenged men for it, he fought for it. And here was this woman, speaking so boldly about disrespecting those of nobility. She sounded bitter. She must have had a bad encounter with royalty and nobility in the past. "You sound like a woman who has lost a great deal, but you can not disrespect those who spend their life, trying to care for their people, make sacrifices for them, and do whatever is humanly possible to protect them." Arthur was of course, speaking from personal experience.

"You can not argue the way in which they are in power. It has been this way for centuries, and to challenge that will only land your neck on an execution block." He wasn't threatening her, for he had no intention of doing that to her, but it was more of a warning since these supposed 'best friends' of higher classes, were not the norm of many other royal families who would show such affection for a person of a lower class.

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[†Kazira Astras†]

Thunder sounded from the on coming storm clouds and Moros grew even more worried it wasn't like Kazira to let everything affect like she is now. he had to wonder what was really going on inside her head. Kazira was frustrated and all of the pent up emotions that she had refused to acknowledge over the years about her families death was coming to the surface and threatening to spill over. She clenched her hands trying to keep them from trembling and when Arthur had stated that she could not show disrespect to those who 'protect' their people the dam that stopped her tears broke.
"Protect them? How is killing those who are different; how is murdering families in their own kingdom protecting them?! How has the king protected me when his knights murdered my family! My baby sister?! How was he protecting his people then?" Kazira shouted as the thunder got louder. She could feel her powers at the edge of her consciousness and tried to suppress them. In her mind she could not believe that she had said that out loud but she couldn't seem to calm down enough
"If my head was to land on a chopping block then I would die with self-respect knowing thatI did not back down from beliefs and that I thought that someone in power was wrong. If I was such an oddity then the other lords and ladies would have killed me in the dungeons." She paused taking a breath looking down at the ground.

Moros looked up at her in shock. This was new...Kazira was never this vocal about what happened to her before. He had to keep his jaw from dropping; he knew that he family was dead but he didn't know that they were murdered or that she had a little sister. This was turning out to be quite interesting.

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur knew the pain of loss, but he would not allow the kingdom, or King, to be dishonored in such a way. What she spoke against the king was treason, but Arthur -- while he had a bad temper -- was not as quick to throw people in the dungeon, not yet. He knew that putting her there would not solve anything, nor would it change her mind about how she felt. Clearly, she was a bitter woman; one who carried this bitterness around with her. "The King does what he can to eliminate threats and those suspecting of breaking the laws of Camelot. He strives to protect the kingdom, to strengthen it. I don't know who you are, or where you have come from, but don't dare to speak against the king." Besides the fact that Arthur loved him as a father, he also loved him as a King, even if others did not.

"This is not self respect. You would die, because you can not control your temper or tongue. Feel how you may, I can not control your opinions on others, but being vocal about it, is treason. It does not matter if you think someone is wrong in what they do; it is not your place to judge them or challenge their authority." Some people just did not understand the complexities of ruling a kingdom; they did not understand that sacrifices had to be made. Even Arthur did not fully grasp that concept yet, which was why he had a long way to go before he was ready to be king.

[†Kazira Astras†]

Kazira blinked as it began to rain. The once bright sunny day had turned into a storm and that had many rushing to get out of the onslaught of rain that was pouring down. She knew she probably sounded bitter, and sighed before taking a breathe to try and calm herself so that the storm would go away.
"Look My Lord. While you think that what I said may be incredibly idiotic and crazy but if you will, please just look at from my view, yes I sound a little bitter but how would you sound, if when you were fifteen you left to do something and your entire family was no longer with you? When it was someone you were supposed to trust? I'm not meaning to be snide or condescending i am asking a legitimate question." she paused. "Not my place? Would you mind telling me my place? Oh don't answer that its not important."

Kazira continued to look at Arthur willing him to at least understand. "Look I don't hate the king, I might even be wrong saying that it was his knights that were ordered to do it. And maybe I didnt have a right to disrespect him in his own king dom, or even at his fron t door. But can you ask him one thing for me? Will you ask him if he had a Sador and Arabella killed just outside of Camelot in the forest? Please, this will be the only thing that I ask for. I just want some clarity on what happened. " she let a disarming grace her face. Her throat hurt from holding back all of the anger and frustration that she felt. All she wanted to do was curl up with Moros and sleep in the woods. she felt safer there than she ever did in a town. Maybe even a stable would be nice. Lots of nice animals there, she let out a mental laugh at that. She didn't have many close human friends they were mostly just animals.

[Arthur Pendragon]

The rain was no bother to Arthur, though it probably looked strange that he was standing here with this woman while they were both getting wet. At least there was no one nearby to be suspicious of this bizarre conversation. And of course, no one was close enough to over hear, which was good . . . for her sake. He had a feeling his guards would act a bit more defensively by possibly arresting her for her words. Arthur on the other hand, was letting a great deal slide by. "You have my condolences over your loss but to speak so angrily is not going to solve anything. It is just going to get you into more trouble than holding your tongue and minding your business." His tone was a bit calmer too, since she had seemed to be a little less defensive and sharp. This conversation did not have to end so badly.

Arthur thought about it. He knew his father would not answer. Either because he did not want to get into it, or he did not remember. He knew that a great deal of lives were lost in the past, and his father did not talk about the details of it often. "I will." Arthur was not sure why he agreed to that. Maybe he would try to bring it up in a casual manner. In a way that would not anger his father for having to ask about things that were far in the past. He was well aware of how defensive his father could get about those kinds of things. "Even if you don't agree with him, do not be so bold to speak against him this publicly. If someone else over heard you, they would not give you a chance to explain yourself." He would continue to warn her, for he felt there was no reason to be so defiant when it could only lead to her imprisonment or execution.

[†Kazira Astras†]

Kazira nodded her head. She would agree with Arthur...This one time, considering it was strangely out of character for her to be so agreeable to anyone. But she hadn't been to Camelot in a long time and she didn't necessarily want to spend her time in the dungeons...or even dead it just wasn't on her list of things to do maybe the last if it was.

"Alright your highness, I'll try to keep my mouth shut about my feelings,"She couldn't help but let a bit of sarcasm slip into her tone when she said that but as far as she thought at least acknowledging his status was better than no status at all but it was a start..

Moros who decided that he really didn't like being wet grabbed the sleeve of Arthur's shirt and tugged. He was a little concerned for Kazira and the Prince(despite just meeting him) They could get sick in the storm and it seemed that though kazira was calmer the storm became a natural one not connected to her emotions. He tugged again trying to get him to move. Kazira smiled when Moros nodded his head towards an over hang. She knew he didn't like the rain and that he didn't want her to get sick. That was just how he was.

"You know we should probably get out of the rain. No need for the heir to catch a cold." She laughed slightly as she moved to the overhang but stopped and looked at him gratitude shinning in her icy eyes. "Thank you for not trying to kill me; and thank you for asking Uther for me. I sincerely doubt that he would see me." With that said she turned and ducked under the overhang and rung out her soaked hair her bangs falling into her eyes as they usually seemed to do.

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur had calmed down, enough to let this woman go without regretting arresting her . . . but her sarcasm set him off again. He looked at her, this time not surprised. This time, he practically expected it . . . which was not a good thing at all. To have a bad reputation with the Prince . . . maybe she would not stay in Camelot long enough for him to see her in the dungeon, arrested by someone other than himself. If she had not been a woman, they would have already been in a sword fight by now for he would not have let his honor get away with someone saying such things.

Out of all the things she had said though, he picked up on one certain thing, and this oddly enough, made him the most irritated. The sarcasm was no longer the main thing he wished to address. He had just told her about giving respect to those in power, and to those higher than her as it was a way of life. So had she just said that to spite him?! Whatever the reason, he was not going to let it go. He didn't even hear her tell him to get out of the rain; that was how much it had distracted him.

"What did you just call the King of Camelot?" he asked, knowing the answer, wondering if she dared to repeat it. No one called him Uther. Even Arthur never addressed him by his first name. He knew better than that. If he was in the company of someone he was completely comfortable with, even then, the furthest he would go was to say 'my father' . . . other than that, he referred to his father as 'Sire' or 'My Lord', or another title of respect and authority. And here was this woman, who did not know him, had never personally met him, and who -- if Uther had ever heard her speak so casually to him -- would have most definitely been arrested. If other guards were here, Arthur would have her imprisoned for such disrespect.

"I'm not sure which Kings and royalty allow you to refer to them by their first name, but the King of Camelot has not given you that privilege. So until then, you will refer to him with a title that demands more respect." Arthur's tone was stern, though he was not yelling or raising his voice to anything above an average volume. He was however, dead serious. And here he had been, willing to do her a favor.

[†Kazira Astras†]

Kazira who now stood wet and shivering sighed. " Look I'm sorry it was a minor lapse in judgement alright? I wasn't trying to ruffle your feathers or anything this time." She ran her hands over her bare arms. She liked the rain but not when the actual rain was cold. It just wasn't all that fun to be in. Kazira watched as Moros Tugged on Arthur's sleeve again to try and get him out of the rain. Moros unfortunately absolutely loathed the rain. Kazira let out a laugh at her companion before walking out from under the overhang towards them and stepped in front of Arthur though since he was taller than her she had to look up at him.
"Look will you just get out of the rain already? No one wants a sick and grouchy Prince." With that said she grabbed Moros by the scruff of his neck. " Come on you, I'm cold and obviously his royal highness is to stubborn to stay out of the rain." She pulled him over to the overhang and uttered a barely audible sentence. "He's a bit of a Twit in that aspect in my opinion not that it matters.

She sat on the dry ground under the overhang and watched what Arthur would. His reactions were quite amusing, and if this were another case she would have no doubt that she would be fighting with him, not just verbally but physically as well. She wondered how far it would take for him to visibly lose control of the temper that is hidden beneath, and what he would do when that temper showed. It was a rather interesting thought to Kazira. She wondered what he thought of her; she wondered if he thought that she was a little heathen that many others had described her as in the past.

[Arthur Pendragon]

Ruffle his feathers? Stubborn? TWIT?! What was wrong with this woman?! Arthur felt like he was talking to a young child. Someone who did not want to listen; who just wanted to rebel for the sake of rebelling. How else could he explain the complete lack of respect and high disregard she had for everything she was saying. Arthur continued to wonder if she was sane. What was another logical explanation for a woman to call him a twit, and stubborn . . . that was bad enough, but for her to say it minutes after he warned her not to be disrespectful . . . . . she truly was fortunate that he was not one of the more ruthless princes of the world.

He followed where her dog was nudging her towards. Mostly, because he wondered if she was in need of . . . medical help. Plus, he did not want someone he had no ounce of trust for, to wander around his kingdom, unwatched. She had already created one scene, and now he could understand why. He did not blame the vendor; in fact, knowing how she spoke, Arthur was surprised the vendor had not been more angry.

For now, he ignored her insults. He had to ask her a question first, the answer was one that could change his entire opinion of her for it she confirmed it then he could no longer blame her for her words because perhaps she did not know better, even with his constant reminders. He looked down at her as she sat on the ground. His expression was serious, as he was not kidding or trying to be funny in asking this question. "Have you some sort of mental affliction?"

[†Kazira Astras†]

Kazira looked up from her place on the ground with a raised brow. He thought that she was mentally ill? How did that come into play in this scenario? She didn't quite understand that; how could she be mentally ill if she could hold a conversation/ argument for this long? Not long after those thoughts she couldn't help but let out a little laugh.

"My lord I do NOT have any mental afflictions or ailments." She gave him the you are off your rocker look before really looking at his serious looking face and sombering up. "Oh; You're serious about this. What brought up this question?"


( You do know that moros isnt a horse right? hes a VERY large dog lol)

Moros sighed and shook out his fur splattering everything with the water gaining a glare from Kazira. At this point he didn't so much as care. He hated rain and she caused it in the first place. He was rather amused when he heard the Prince's question. That was a first, no one had ever called her mentally ill before. Though, it is a valid question she was rather opinionated and independent so unlike many women at this time. If she were younger then she could just be labeled as a rebellious young woman but as far as he knew she was never rebellious when she was younger. So maybe that's why she was like this he would honestly never know unless he asked her...Not that he would right now it would probably make matters worse than they are.

Kazira decided that maybe it would be a better idea to stand up just in case something happened or would happen. Then she'd have a quick get away. Luckily they werent far from the gates and the forest. If she had to she could hide out there. But she didnt want to hide she just wanted a job. How do I get myself into these things? she thought with a little bit of humor

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur wondered if she would admit it . . . or if she even knew she had a mental disorder. Maybe thats why she was not dead yet, because she was given a pardon due to her . . . problem. Arthur was leaning more and more towards this possibility. It was the only logical explanation; that, or she was just unusually, incredibly bold. Arthur hoped it was the first one. Then he would have a legitimate reason to let her get away with everything she was saying. "Are you sure? Have you visited any physicians recently? We have a fine physician in Camelot. Perhaps I can arrange an appointment with him to . . . test your . . . mental ability." That was the nicest way he could say it.

He was not exactly mocking her. But the words to follow soon would hold a bit of sarcasm and express his lack of understanding at how she could be so audacious, which he did not mean as a compliment to her. "I can not think of another reason that someone would speak so recklessly, disregarding everything that was said, and every warning that was made." That, would be directed to her if she did not have a mental problem. If she did, he would try to get her treated. If she was not, he would try to fight the temptation to throw her in the dungeon.


[. . . did I type horse?!? HAHA omg. I knew it was a dog. Mental note to self: Don't try to post in one thread, and think about another]

[†Kazira Astras†]

She couldnt help the dead-panned look that crossed her face. He had indirectly insulted her but she didnt really care about that last part. He genuinly thought her to be crazy. but deciding that she would play along but not give anything away would give her something to do other than wander aimlessly in the streets for a while.
"No I havent seen a physician. Never had the need to. I persinally dont think that I have any mental ailments." She paused and looked at her drenched companion. "Hey Moros; Do you think I'm crazy." SHe had turned her head away from Arthur deliberatley so that he wouldnt see the mirth in her eyes. Kazira was trying very hard to not start laughing. This was going to be a fun game. She decided to call it. 'Let's-see-how-long-one-can-stay- out- of-the-dungeons game. This would be the first time she's ever played it but this was the first prince who left himself wide open for such games and he left many anvenues open for one to call him names.

Moros looked at his friend and heaved a sigh. She was enjoying tormenting the prince. Of all the things she had to have fun doing why was it something that could in one way or another end her life? And why was he dragged into it all of the time.

"Come on Moros answer me. I need to tell The Twit if you think I have an unstaable mind." Kazira let out a small laugh before turning her head back. She wanted to watch his reaction to the way she was acting.

SHe gaave him a look when she really thought about what he said. "You May think that its reckless, but for some its a way of life to live it to its fullest with out any regrets that one may get down the road of life." She looked passed Arthur to the darkened skies. While her statement was a general observation she was actually talking about herself. No she didnt have any regrets save for one and that one she will always have but the pain will lessen with time and she has begun to accept it; more so today than anyother. Today was the first day she truly let herself think about what had happened.

(lol. I've done that before and i didnt realize it till i went to post in the thread again. ^^

[Arthur Pendragon]

Did insane people know that they were insane? Yes. She was crazy. It would not be the first time she had spoken to her dog, expecting an answer. He still could not be certain though. He could call her crazy, without having this idea confirmed . . . unless she saw a physician. It would at least be a way to also keep her off the streets and creating trouble. He still did not like the way she referred to him. Crazy or not, he was not a twit and the Prince of Camelot refused to let someone get away with calling him one. "Clearly, your sanity is questionable," he said bluntly. It was his way of disagreeing her comment about not believing she should see a physician. "Even so, criticism is not necessary and so you will address me properly and not throw out insults such as . . . what you said." He was not amused by what seemed to be his new nickname from her.

"If you continue to talk the way you do, and act as such, then you will not live long enough to have any regrets. Your journey down the road will end before its barley begun." She was young. She had her whole life ahead of her, and so he was trying to say that there was no need for her purposely and so willingly put herself in danger. Of course, the princes voice was not concerned or compassionate. It remained a bit more professional; more composed, less emotional. Then again, this was not something uncommon for him, as he was a man who already had problems expressing his emotions . . . with Kazira however, it was a lot easier to do.

[†Kazira Astras†]

Kazira huffed and crossed her arms and decided that she was going to take it up a bit and start acting like the child he apparently thought that she was.
I am completely sane. She stated before looking around and then sneezing rather violently. She could help but think how great that it was that she was starting to get sick from being out in the rain. She didnt however show that she was feeling a bit ill.

Moros watched the two and couldnt help but wonder if she should go and see their physician? Exspecially with that sneez and the small flush of her cheeks. She was definatley getting sick.

Yeah, yeah frog prince I'll address you properly from now on. Kazira wasnt really paying attention and didnt realize that she was beginning to get sick from being out in the weather. Whoops sorry prince Arthur I wont call you a frog prince again." She said this and completely diregarded calling him a twit. Despite all of this she began to sneez again. She regarded arthur closely; daring him to say anything about her weakness. Like I said before if i was to die it would be without regrets. Though dieing isnt really an option till i find someone willing to take care of moros. i would hate for him to be left alone with out a companion to keep him company after I'm gone." At that point of the sentance she was not all there and was babbling about some nonsense or another; she wasnt making a whole lot of sense to herself.
Moros could only watch as the flush grew darker, and sighed. THis always seemed to happen if she got to sad. First a storm would come and then she would calm and then she would get sick. It drained her because she had no other way to release the stong emotional patterns within her mind so when she released it everything left her; it made her weak and then she would get very defensive daring anyone to point it out that she was sick. Hopefully though she wouldnt pass out this time.

[Arthur Pendragon]

He didn't believe her. She seemed to be the exact opposite of sane! She was calling him frog prince! The only one who had dared call him something remotely close was Guinevère, and that was when she told him he snored like a pig. There was a difference between the two though, a MASSIVE different. Arthur was not so willing to over see Kazira's insults. He would always remain offended and remind himself that she was a woman; one that he could not challenge in a duel, one that he could not throw in the stocks . . . perhaps one that he could send to the dungeons, but even then, he was hesitant.

She appeared to be getting sick. Arthur was no doctor but the sneezing were sure symptoms of it. Perhaps it was from the rain, and her lack of protection against the cold weather. She seemed to have a strong bond with her dog, if that was the only reason preventing her from accepting death. "Then do not be selfish and mouth off to people, risking your death if your companion has no other care taker." Maybe that would be incentive for her too . . . well . . . shut up.

Arthur reminded himself of the codes of chivalry. Of what it meant to be a true knight. Despite his strong dislike for this woman, he was obligated to help her, whether she was a citizen of Camelot or not. He took off his long sleeved long coat that he was wearing on top of his shirt, and slowly went over to her, shrouding it around her so that it would cover her arms. Maybe that would stop her from calling him a frog prince. He wondered if Gaius had some free time to run some tests on her . . . see how badly she needed mental aid. For the mean time though, he would see to it that she was well enough to move, for she seemed to be catching a cold. While he was not entirely happy over the prospect of doing something for someone who had openly insulted him and wounded his pride a GREAT deal . . . he felt it was his duty; as a knight, as a prince, and as a person.

[†Kazira Astras†]

Kazira saw him take off his jacket and put it on her shoulders. to say she was shocked was a major understatement. She pulled it closer to her accepting the warmth. She probably should have worn her dress today but she wasn't expecting herself to make it rain. She looked up at Arthur with Guilty eyes. She sort of felt bad that she was being such a pain to him but that's mostly as a result to his station and the fact that she didn't really know him. She took a deep breathe and sucked in her pride and gave a deep bow to him. This action shocked Moros to the core. She had never done anything of the sort before.

"Thank you Your highness. For your kind gesture despite the words that have been spoken today as insult to your person." She came up from the bow and gave him a soft smile. This man before her could have had her executed on the spot for her blatant disrespect of him or he could have thrown her in the stocks or the dungeons. She had a feeling that if he could see that all magic was not the same then he could be a great ruler...if he would quit acting like a twit most of the time.
"And I am truly sorry for the way I acted towards you. I really had no intention of wounding your pride or making you dislike me. But I can't change who I am (though I know many wish that I would)."

If Moros could get anymore shocked than he already was he would have dropped his jaw to the ground. Kazira never apologized for insulting someone...never. She must have been really sick since she bowed and apologized with in a few moments of each-other. He was touched that she cared so much about him but she knew that he could take care of himself, he was mostly traveling with her for her sake. She was human and humans needed companions and it helped that she was a witch and could understand him. He knew the Prince wasn't being a total prat when he told her to stop being selfish and he agreed but he didn't mind her being a bit selfish despite the trouble. She was living life to the fullest that she could and he was there to make sure that she lived to see another day. Moros watched in concern as Kazira began swaying a little before her eyes rolled up into her head and she crumpled to the floor passed out. Well there went his hope of not having to carry her weapons. His female companion could be such a pain. He wondered what the Prince was going to do. Moros moved closer to Kazira and watched Arthur waiting for his reaction to the situation.

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur was also very surprised by her actions. It should not have come to a surprise to him though. As a Prince, he was very used to seeing people bow in front of him, and address him as such. It was to be expected . . . but the fact that that expectation had not been met, was exactly why there was tension between Kazira and himself to begin with. Now, that she was apologizing and giving him the proper respect, he was not sure what to do. So he just watched her, silently. She did after all believe that respect was earned, not automatically given. While he still strongly disagreed with this, maybe his actions were showing her that he was in fact worthy of respect.

He was not sure what to say, but he did not have to think long for shortly after her apology, she fainted. Arthur was still at a loss of words but he moved to crouch next to her, to see if she was still alive. She was. Alright, now what? Arthur looked around the streets. They were completely deserted; due to the raining weather no doubt. He could either run to the castle and find Gaius, and yet he could not leave a defenseless and unconscious woman lying on the ground alone. Even with her guard dog. Arthur would probably wait until someone passed who would follow his orders of finding someone to help the sick woman.

Well this was an awkward situation in the mean time. Arthur was not sure what to do. He was no physician, but maybe -- hopefully -- she would wake up soon. Maybe her mental illness was related to this sudden lack of consciousness! "Can you hear me?" he asked in a low voice, making sure the jacket was properly covering her so that it would continue to give her warmth. What was he supposed to do right now?! He looked at the dog. As if he would have the answer, Arthur thought sarcastically to himself. He was not as insane as Kazira, and therefore, was not going to resort to asking the canine for guidance. He then looked back at Kazira, searching for any signs of her waking up.

[†Kazira Astras†]

Moros watched in humor as the Prince tried to wake Kazira up or check if she was at least alive. Oh she would wake up just not until at least tomorrow seeing as how she had exhausted herself and didnt take any time to truly relax. He couldnt help but mentally laugh at the poor boy. He seemed at a loss of what to do, but at least he was keeping her covered, and one thing was for certain he was not going to ask him for help. So Moros began to move Kazira's weapons sadly though he couldnt unbuckle the belt she had attached them too. Pawing at them slightly He looked at Arthur and then back at the buckle and then back at Arthur hoping he would get the idea. All he had to do was take off her weapons put them on his back and then when that was taken care of he could take her to the castle if that's where the prince was wanting to go.

Moros knew that he was no small animal and he had acarried her before with little trouble he just couldnt do so without taking her weapons off first they werent very comfortable when they were stabbing at his sides. Moros barked and pawed at the buckle again and gave Arthur a pointed look. If The Twit as Kazira so graciously called him would hurry up then maybe they could get out of the elements and into someplace dry.

[Arthur Pendragon]

When the dog drew attention to the belt, Arthur looked at it. Was a dog really telling him what to do?! Arthur knew not to underestimate the intelligence of an animal . . . but still. This was a very bizarre situation. He looked at the belt , pausing before continuing any further. Why on earth did she have so many weapons?! Could she actually use them? Is this what made her so bold, she would just kill anyone who was a threat to her? He looked at the dog, trying to move the weapons and Arthur just made a face. Who was he helping here.

He had to slightly turn Kazira to the side to have access to the buckle in order to open the clasp. He did so, and removed the entire belt. Arthur still had no trust for her, and so wrapped the belt around himself, with all the weapons there too, and tightened the buckle so that it was securely around him. He was going to keep it with him until he figured out why she was so armed. Well, he could guess . . .especially if she was a nomad, traveling around. But with the way she gets worked up, seemed to have a bit of a temper, and the fact that she may be very disorientated when she woke up, he thought it best to lessen the risk by not having any sharp weapons or objects of any kind around her.