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Post by Catalina Regalis on Mar 23, 2011 22:42:35 GMT -5
 She was doing it again. She knew she was but really she couldn't help it. Brushing her hair back from her face, the young druidess peered at the towers of the grand Castle of Camelot and sighed wistfully. Just once... She wished just once that she could wander the streets of the city of Camelot and see the wonders that they held. It would be frightening of course, a risk but surely one cannot know a druid or magic-user simply by sight alone. Surely she wouldn't be foolish enough to use magic in Camelot either, so why couldn't she? Cat sighed as she leaned her head against the trunk of the tree. She knew why. She was too scared and so was her Uncle. He wouldn't allow such a thing and if she did...oh the trouble she would get into...
Despite being twenty-one years old, her Uncle had the natural ability to make her feel like she was only six years old. It was just a look that he had and suddenly she would revert to childhood. Extremely annoying to say the least. More than all of that, she respected her Uncle and thus respected his wishes. Still, he never said that she couldn't watch and wish. Nothing wrong with wishing except it made it harder to just stand and watch.
It was silly, it wasn't as though the Castle was going anywhere but she didn't wish to take her eyes off of it. It was memorizing. Did those that dwelt within truly appreciate the beauty of their surroundings? She doubted it. Place something in front of a person for so long and they begin to ignore the continued majesty of that thing. No matter how many times she dwelt in the forests of Albion, she always found something to be amazed at. They were ever-changing, always alive and just so amazing. Was Camelot like that too? She wished she could know, just once...
Oh well, it would only remain as such for the time being. So long as magic was banned in the realm of Camelot, she would never walk in Camelot for fear of exposure. Being away from her people weakened her to a certain degree. She didn't have their protection or comfort so she wouldn't be able to protect herself in a castle full of those who fear and hate magic. "Someday..." She said softly to herself as she continued to gaze at the Castle.
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Post by Guinevère on Mar 27, 2011 21:46:37 GMT -5
Gwen wrapped her dark and faded red cloak around her as she turned to walk home from the little patch of graves for the lower town's use. It was a few miles out side of Camelot, so it was walkable if you had the day to do it. Even if it wasn't Gwen would still make the trip to her father's grave to visit him and to put whatever pretty flowers over him that she could. She was wearing the simple dress, one that he had given her in his last days with the beautiful buttons down it. She only wore it to visit him; rather then the newer dresses she wore to work int he Castle. With Morgana's station as the king's ward Gwen was able to wear some dresses that were not fit for servants. She had to look presentable to be able to stand beside Morgana.
Turning away from the graves, Gwen pulled up the hood and walked slowly home while glad that the walk gave her time to clear her mind. With so many events happening all together; it was hard for her to get a handle on her emotions at times. Gwen tried to forever be hopeful and happy but sometimes she felt the weight on her. Even with the weight she had faith. Faith in Arthur, and her friends and the people she loved. They would always be there for her, and she never doubted in that. It gave her the hope she needed and the joy that made her smile even she she was sad.
Recent events had seen Morgana kidnapped by the Druids, which was odd for they were peaceful people. First there was a fire in Morgana's room thanks to a candle that Gwen KNEW she blow out and then Morgana was kidnapped. Thankfully Arthur brought her home safe and sound but the events seemed to have weighted on Morgana as well. Before that, there was been a joust in the kingdom and Arthur had stayed with her in her father's home for three days and nights. She had come to see him as more then a crown that she had exceptions of but a man whom was both flawed and seemly perfect at the same time! She knew that no one was perfect but she felt that there was times when she could at lest see a greatness in him that gave her more hope and light then a thousand candles.
Guinevère was so lost in thoughts that she almost did not see the girl as she walked back to Camelot. When she did, Gwen gave a soft smile and even waved slightly before looking to see what the girl was staring at. Ahhh, the castle's towering towers. You could see them for miles and miles around for they stood over everything. She slowed then came to a still as she grew near the girl. "They are watch towers," She explained, "So they the knights can see if an army approaches . . . but I've always thought of them as signs of hope. reminders that safely is near." Gwen knew it wasn't polite to not start off with a greeting but she did not wish to impose where she might not be wanted.
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Post by Catalina Regalis on Mar 29, 2011 12:55:45 GMT -5
Resting her head against the tree of the tree she rested against, Catalina sighed. She should return to the encampment before her sister or brother-in-law was sent to find her. They knew where she’d be; even without magic they knew because they knew their Catalina very well. Catalina was very much like what people heard about the druids, she chose the path of least resistance over a life of violence and she used her magic to help others but there was one thing that she didn’t really understand. The secrecy. Well…she understood it when it came to being in the realm of Camelot because of the laws but even before the time of the Great Purge, druids were known for their secrecy and isolation. Catalina didn’t like it. She didn’t like hiding herself away from those that were not of her people as though they were ashamed of themselves or afraid. Catalina enjoyed the company of others, druid or not but her Uncle didn’t approve of it and felt that it was such openness that would lead her to the pyre that she so feared. Even with that fear, it didn’t stop her from risking encountering others and maybe it would get her killed. She was no seer so she did not know.
So lost in her own thoughts, Catalina didn’t notice Gwen’s appearance at first, the soft footsteps had been heard but Cat had figured they were a passing animal or something of the like. It wasn’t until Gwen waved that Catalina turned to peer at the stranger with a shy sort of smile touching her pale lips. The dark haired woman did not seem all that threatening to the young druidess; so Cat was able to relax her somewhat tense posture. From her appearance, she was not of noble-birth but she did not seem to be very poor either for her dress was very well made. Not that it mattered to Catalina what rank she was, there was no ranks within the druids aside from the Elder so why would the titles and ranks of the outside matter? Titles didn’t make the person; it was very much the opposite. All that mattered right now was that this woman was not a thief or a vagabond and while appearances could be deceiving and it was always best to be on her guard around most people, she figured that she was safe for the time being.
The lady, whomever she was, seemed to take notice of what Catalina was peering at and began to explain just what they where. It was interesting really since she had never known what the towers were used for other than simple decoration to allure and entice travelers to stop and pay a visit. Watch towers they were called. “Wow…” She said softly as she drew back the hood of her red cloak, clearly in awe of the woman’s explanation. Reminders that safety was near. That was lovely and most likely very true for those who were accepted within the walls of Camelot. “It truly is magnificent.” There was a wistful tone in her voice as she sighed. “You speak as one who has been inside the city before,” she had lost her shyness rather quickly and it was instead replaced with curiosity. “What is it like inside the city?” She had an opportunity to ask her question to one who did not have a sword pointed at her and Gwen had already begun to explain things to the girl without much prompting so it seemed that she didn’t mind all that much.
Hmm, perhaps she should introduce herself rather than simply berating Gwen with questions about the Castle. She could do that after she gave her her name. “I do apologize for my lack of manners. My name is Catalina.” She gave no sort of bow or anything of the like and she wouldn’t have done even if she had been certain that Gwen was a Lady or something to that extent. There was no need really. She simply offered a warm smile that showed Gwen exactly what Cat happened to be, a sweet innocent girl who was just full of curiosity. “I’ve never been much closer to the City than I am now, I can’t help but wonder what it’s like inside. I hear it’s quite grand.”
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Post by Guinevère on Mar 30, 2011 0:54:05 GMT -5
Oh Camelot was grand! Guinevère could still recall traveling to the city for the first time, and how her father had laughed at how large her eyes had been. They'd been huge at the sights and smells! That was her favorite part! How it smelled! When you walked down the market or by the bakeries the smells of warmth and spice filled you! It was wonderful! "I'm Gwen, I am a servant in the castle." She greeted Catalina.
"It can be a bit overwhelming but in a good way! Every time your turn around there is a market cart or stall with some fabric or spice or jewel from somewhere far away. There is so much life and culture there." Gwen really did love the city! It was the perfect place to live most days. Until the king got wind of magic, then anyone could die. He did not even care if you were innocent. She cut off that line of thinking, and smiled softly. She did not want to think evil thoughts, for that would do no one any good. What was done was done and when Arthur became king, everything would better.
She knew that it was wrong of her, to look forward to the day Arthur would be king since it meant it would also be the day that he'd loose a father. She didn't want anyone else to loose a father. "You should visit it since you are close! I'd love the company for the walk home." Something to take her mind off things. "I have the day off and could show you around the city if you'd like."
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Post by Catalina Regalis on Apr 3, 2011 21:24:14 GMT -5
It was really such a joy to meet someone who actually knew about Camelot. She wondered if Gwen knew what Catalina was or maybe she was one that it didnât matter to. There were some that werenât bothered by druids but than again, there was a good chance Gwen figured Catalina for a simple traveler. Druids were supposed to be secretive people who kept to themselves but Catalinaâ¦well she was just different. There was no other way around it Cat was just different. She couldnât help but notice the look on Guinevèreâs face when she looked at Camelot; she seemed to really love the City. Seeing Gwenâs eyes light up was enough to make Catalina wish even more that she could see the city for herself. Servant in the castle. So Gwen wasnât a noble-born or anything like that. Really Catalina preferred it that way, some ladies that she had seen before were such stuck-up snobs, completely absorbed in themselves. âNice to meet you Gwen.â She said quite happily.
Cat was definitely happy that Gwen had stopped to chat with her because she enjoyed listening to how the servant talked about the city. The druidess could close her eyes and picture everything that Gwen said. Of course she had seen things through her mirror but it wasnât enough. It didnât do the city justice as far as she was concerned. She needed to see it but it was too dangerous⦠wasnât it? Her Uncle seemed to think so but he wasnât always right. He had his off moments of being wrong. She was sure of it. She just hadnât caught him during those moments. âIt sounds beautiful.â Magical⦠That was what she wanted to say but she best not. Not that it would give her away, people used that word she was sure but still. âYou speak of it with such love.â Cat noted as she went back to peering at the turrets of the castle. It was a good thing that Gwen hadnât spoken her thoughts aloud in terms of Uther and magic or Catalina would surely have balked at the thought of ever going inside.
Perhaps she had gawked at the city for long enough. Gwen would most likely want to head back to the Camelot and once she was gone the druidess would really have no reason to bide. Cat was about to announce her departure but it seemed that Gwen had another idea. She was inviting Catalina to come to the city with her. Could she? Her eyes widened slightly as she peered at the city once again. Could she really take such a risk? She was scared and yet there was such a feeling of exhilaration. Had it simply been her on her own, she would have turned around and returned to her encampment and chosen simply to imagine how it would be but she had someone to go with. A possible new friend. She shouldnât go, should play it safe but she wouldnât be Catalina if she played it safe now would she be? The answer of course was no.
âI would love to!â She squeaked excitedly before calming herself down. âI mean, yes, I would love to accompany you to see the city.â Oh godsâ¦she was actually going to go into the City. Her sister had been inside before but she had been with other druids, Cat was going on her own. Scary but exciting. âI would enjoy that a lot. I fear Iâd easily become lost in the City, it would be nice to have a guide.â She followed Gwen with an excited smile on her face. Of course there was times she would slow as they got closer to the city, clearly showing hesitation in entering but she was too close, couldnât turn back. âHow long have you lived in Camelot, Gwen?â She asked Gwen, choosing to focus on her new friend rather than the trouble she would get into with her Uncle later on.
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