NEW BEGINNINGS! [LANCELOT]

[kory]

If only new beginnings were easy. If only they had a straight path. Not just starts and ends. Who was to know which path was correct? Who was to know if you could ever turn back? Stuck on a road you might not wish to take. Either way and whatever the reasonings for it. Kordelia ( or Kory as she better known) took the path she was given. There wasn't a whole lot of choice on her part whether she had to take it. If she hadn't she would be back in her kingdom, DEAD! Dead just like her family and her people. She wasn't about to make herself completely fall. There was purpose to this life, no matter how ever endless it was or how tortuous. Kory was going out fighting. Not just for herself, but for who ever needed it. Kory knew quite well of the voiceless or the so called weak. There was a purpose for all, she had to believe that and maybe where ever this path led she was on, would show her just what that was.

It was a keen thing to feel the crunch of twigs and leaves beneath her feet. Kory was beginning to think she had forgotten, but everything was quickly coming back. For the most part. No, longer slaved to her sister's demands. No, longer chained to be something she wasn't. Freedom. Was at her feet. There was little of this for her gender and when a woman had it, she had to take it. Cherish it. For any second it could be her last. Her body was bruised and just a little bloodied. It was nothing. Nothing. She was free. Her heart was a little shattered to lose so much of her kingdom. Which she knew now laid underneath ash. Her heart, it still was beating, that was enough. For now. She was strong enough not to just break down. She hadn't broken down for her sister's amusement and Kory wasn't about to it now.

Her face tilted to the sky covered by greens and browns. The very glimpse of the blue within. Her nose smelling every inch of her new freedom. Breathing in deep as if she hadn't felt fresh air in a while, true fresh air. Her eyes shut for a few seconds, before revealing her green lasers once again. Strong enough to pierce most men and some women. Her hand reach behind her. Letting out her hair that had been roughed up from being held back. It now weaved around her face. Her neck. Caressed her back passed midway. It flowed of fire. Enough for anyone to feel its spark. It stood in zinc with her skin of a golden glow. She was every the word, striking. She wasn't about to shake up the world without looking the part. Her mouth parted. Trying to speak to the wind. As if it had quite delicate ears, but even Kory couldn't quite understand them. Her head fell back in front. Stopped in her tracks. It wasn't a great feeling to misunderstand another let alone yourself. Anything she spoke came out in mixed gibberish. She knew at the core of what she wanted to say, it just didn't come out that way.

It was going to be sometime, Kory was sure. Until someone crossed her path. When she could try and break the spell. Even then harder to try and convince them when anything she said could just come out as insults or mixed words. Perhaps force was her only choice. She cringed at the idea. Although, if she was lucky it wouldn't be much forcing as just granting a wish. She breathed out heavily. She had to deal with it for now. It wasn't such of a bad thing than an annoyance, she could cope with it for now. Whose to say men understood women anyways, could be there greatest dream. Not all the men Kory knew. She knew full well there were still plenty of gentlemen in the world, just been awhile since she met one or a man not overwhelmed by his own power. If only they realised without the people around them there would be no power. What was the point of ruling an empty kingdom? What was the point of demands, with no one to take them? Who in their right minds, wish to only be alone? Loneliness! Probably the one thing Kory did fear. She hoped before her time was up, she wouldn't be left to die alone. No one to remember her, no one to realise her life was lived for a reason.

There was some extra crunch behind her. Perhaps someone had escaped with her. Someone was following her? Her eyes shifted slightly behind her. Ears and eyes keen. She moved swiftly behind a tree and reached for her swords upon her back. Feeling the weighted within her strong grasp. Twirled her right sword to warm her movements up. The crunching came closer. Closer. A foot away and Kory attack from the tree. Only to find it was just a harmless deer. Lowing her readied swords. She laughed at herself. Perhaps she was a little out of it, than she had realised. She rarely got too tired, but these had been come crazy long days. Her body took only what it could, which was more than most could take. Before she realised the deer could make for a good meal, the deer had fled. Probably seeing the spark of silver and wasn't about to stay to see more. It was fine. Thinking it over, she wasn't all that hungry. She had done enough that the thought of food was the least thing on her mind at this moment.

Sinking towards the ground using the swords to settle herself down by having them pierced in the ground. Dropping the left sword out of her hand made as short soundless trip to the ground, where it now laid. She kept her right hand upon the second sword, almost resting some of her weight on it, even though most of her weight was pressed upon the tree behind her. Her head followed to rest upon the tree, tilted slightly so her eyes looked up. She closed them shortly. Resting. There wasn't a lot of time for it, but she could spare a few minutes. Maybe days until she reached anywhere or anyone. Her right leg was underneath her left which was raised, giving a slight ungraceful look up her leather skirt. Chances are no one would get close enough to look before they had their nose pushed up into their skull, well depending on the person of course. She had leather boots that reached just under her knees. She had a cut of leather top with embroidered purple also in her skirt. Leather gloves also embroidered. Arm bands upon each arm, made of leather with some metal design, perhaps some ancient celtic symbol. Which was also displayed upon the leather collar around her neck. She was probably in need of chain mail or some armour where ever it was she planned to end up at. It was maybe best just to see where this path would lead her too. She was able to not get lost, but she wasn't sure who would have her. Her kingdom had been more accepting of women, strong women. She wasn't about to stop that, but it could make somethings more difficult. Where could Kory call home? Who would need a warrior? A saviour?

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It had been some months, now, since the non-noble Knights had been created and won the victory over Morgana and Morgause. Arthur was still acting in Uther’s stead as king and Camelot was well on its way to being re-built from the destruction of that battle, as well as the previous damage that the dragon had inflicted. In fact, things had moved along so well that the process of adding new Knights from the ranks of the nobles, and the necessary training, had already begun. Things were settling down back into a more regular and ordinary rhythm, Lancelot thought, which gave him the opportunity to take some time away from Camelot. Lancelot felt that the greater the distance he could put between himself and Gwen the better and more comfortable it would be for the of them, as well as Arthur. Besides, he mused, as more Knights were added to the fold, the less important and vital his role would become.

Besides, Lancelot had spent so many years as a nomadic soldier that after a while he felt confined within the walls of Camelot, almost as a caged animal would. He needed to get back to the open spaces of the field and forest. Also, although he had greater knowledge than most of the forests that surrounded Camelot, and some of the enchanted creatures that lay within them, most of his knowledge was of those that laid to the north and northwest, which were near where his home village had been, and to the north and northeast, where he had served Wessex as a soldier before he had become one of Arthur’s new Knights of Camelot. He decided to set off to explore the areas to the southwest of Camelot.

After informing his fellows, and of course Arthur, that he was setting off on this exploration, alone, he had left the protection of Camelot’s walls in the late afternoon, heading in the direction of the setting sun. As he had taken his leave of Arthur, although it was only a temporary parting, he thought he saw a hint of sadness in his face. He did not know if he was sad that Lancelot was taking a short leave of Camelot, or that the adventurous side of Arthur was sad that he could not accompany Lancelot, or if it was a deeper sadness that Lancelot felt it necessary to leave. Lancelot never questioned his loyalty to Arthur, nor to his likely future queen Gweneviere, and surely, he thought, that was all that was important. Lancelot knew that after a short time he would be renewed and that he would return happily to his duties as a Knight of Camelot to serve Arthur and Camelot. He rode out into the setting sun, on the back of his black Arabian stallion, Sher-Fore, but the colors of Camelot that his Knightly attire showed were covered in along weather-beaten travel ling cloak that was topped off with a hood. There was no need, he thought, to attract unwarranted attention to his presence.

Despite the cloak, though, he did have plenty to ward off too much un-wanted attention. The hilts of his two long-swords, which were sheathed over his back, stuck out just above the top of his cloak, as long as his hood remained down, where he could get at them easily, which is something that he did want to remain apparent to all. Although his cloak did hide that he was a Knight of Camelot, as long as he remained un-cloaked there were things that it could not hide, such as his above-average stature that was even more significant from atop his black stallion. In fact, the bulkiness of his cloak actually over-accentuated his broad back. His dark, somewhat curly hair, along with his dark complexion made his pale blue eyes even more pronounced, so that he cut a quite striking figure even being cloaked. However, he had no great desire to run into anyone on his journey, unless of course, it provided him new knowledge on a people that he had as yet not encountered. He had spent so many years on his nomadic path, learning more of sword-craft and other means of personal defense, that his major concern had always been day-to-day survival and had not appreciated his natural surroundings other than what advantages or disadvantages it might bring him in a battle.

He had traveled several hours that first afternoon and evening, before setting up camp, mostly reveling in the openness and freedom of the forest. He had learned to live off the land over his years before Camelot and it did not take him long to gather some small game for an evening meal, and then fall asleep under the stars. He found the air cooler and crisper and cleaner than the enclosed spaces of the castle, and even though he did not have a good ale here as he did in the several Inns in the lower town he considered it to be a fair trade, and he woke up from a good sleep relatively refreshed, and he got an early start the next morning as he headed deeper into the forest, crossing several streams as he went. Now that he had the time and the leisure and the freedom to observe his surroundings, he was much more appreciative of the natural world than he had been before. However, he warned himself not to take anything for granted.

There could always be bandits hiding in the trees, he being a lone traveler, and these forests were known far and wide for the enchanted creatures that inhabited them, as well as the rare practitioner of the old religion. He suddenly heard a thrashing through the brush just ahead of him and saw a deer suddenly come thrashing through the undergrowth. A creature such as that would only react like that, he knew, if it was fleeing a predator, or even more likely human hunter, probably just around that clump of brush, he thought. He decided that he loop around, through the forest, so that he could come up behind where he thought he was. However, the branches hung down so low in the forest that he had to dismount Sher-Fore and lead him by his bridle through slowly. He came, soundlessly around the large trunk of a tree, leading his horse, and saw a figure no more than ten feet in front of him, a sword lying at their feet as they leaned on another. So they were well-armed. The hair was a flaming red and extended to her mid-back ….a woman?

The way she was dressed bespoke of a warrior, but her shape was definitely a woman’s, he thought to himself. The skin, though, seemed to glow a tanned bronze that was other-worldly. He saw her eyes were closed, as if in rest. Her weapons were so close-by so the only way to take her without a fight would be with his bow, but that would not be Knightly …. it would be cowardly. And he did not know as yet whether she meant good or bad. So if he chose to battle her he would engage her fairly, he smiled to himself grimly. He took some pause, gulping slightly, as he saw how she exposed herself, her skirt not blocking the view. He had heard stories about bands of female warriors, but never any in Britain. He saw, finally, a leather collar around her neck, wondering now if she was not a warrior but a slave … perhaps an escaped slave. He stood there wondering what he should do, and then he realized he had no choice. “Excuse me … stranger …. be you friend or be you foe?,” he said with his arms crossed, wondering about this strangely-dressed but striking female, trying to give her a look with his pale-blue eyes that would indicate he was not to be trifled with.

[kory]

Moments come shift and most memorable, if your lucky. Most are entwined of stories and myths. Something out of legend, brought to life. You know you are blessed to witness such a thing. In these lands very few women were seen present nor remembered. As Kory lay rested against the tree, she envisioned much more of herself. In a moment in which most would be down on their knees in defeat. Her kingdom was gone, her people and family slaughtered. In ways she had no home. No entry into the wide world. Whether it was entry or by force. Kory was going to take it. Grasp it with all the will she had. She wasn't about to be lost to the world or to herself. Of course somewhere deep within emotions flipped over another, she hadn't much of a plan and even more knowledge as where she was headed. There a part of her that was sad. Saddened that she couldn't of broken her restraints and save her kingdom. Something spoke to her, that this was where she was always meant to end up. That after all the lives lost she was set upon a much larger reason to fight. She wasn't going to let what happened, happen again. She banged her head slightly and painlessly against the tree. There was difficulties in that, her gender was probably going to be seen as a weakness. If she had been born a man, things would have been different. Her entry more acceptable, but being a woman would make the defeats more compelling.

She was glad to be a woman. There was no reason to seek to be something you weren't. Despite all the warrior training passing through her muscles. She was a woman. She was in tune with all a woman could behold, probably more. She loved her skin she was in, while she saw many ashamed. Kory was proud of what she was, as was her parents had been once upon a time. Oh, she missed them. She can remember when they had to make the choice. Their daughter or the kingdom. She would shed tears every time, she could not hate them for that. That was the troubles of being royalty, there were tough choices. A soft breeze ran through the forest. It danced upon her cheeks, cooling them quietly as well as her uncovered limbs. Almost numb to the cold. It was a much lesser unimportant pain, she was quite able to bare. As everything was just that bit numb. Sleep? No, she did not feel herself drift off. She wasn't in the mood of sleep. Not when there was possibly miles and miles to walk.

Her eyes remained shut for awhile as she heard the footsteps behind her. They were supposed to be silent, but the slight crunch of leaves sort of gave it away. She could feel the soft breathe behind her. Her heart raced a little faster, but it was mostly calm. She hadn't any clue whether it was one or a band of people. Was it a threat? Or was it kindness? She highly doubted it was much kindness if they are hidden from her. Wasn't very kind to come behind someone, whether to attack or shake hands. Although, she had attacked from behind another. So she couldn't judge. First rule of battling, keep your foes guessing. Mix it up with something they did not expect. Lucky, in her case her gender helped in that way. Men were always playing themselves down before her, as if she was a mouse and they were the cat. She's pretty sure she changed their minds on that one. Think more snake.

Kory's hand tightened around her sword. Her eyes opened as a figure approached her area. So it was a man. A band-less man. She quickly took sight of the glimmer of his swords. Two swords like herself, So possible equal ground. Her mouth lifting at the thought. Her other hand moved back to her second sword as the man moved towards her. She could not recognise him, though she couldn't be sure if he could have been one of her sister's men that had escaped. What if Kalysta had escaped. Her eyes played upon the ground at the thought then to his face to his eyes. Her eyes frowned a little, she wasn't going to let her take her again. Though as quickly it had come, her frown quickly died. His eyes looked upon her as if this was for the first time. So he was hardly from her kingdom as she was once, one of many. Kory could sense perhaps, he was sizing her up. She was curious of what he thought. Was he the first to be right?

His voice came swiftly through the wind, much like a ghost, but much warmer. Her head corked to the side slightly as all meaning was lost to her. She could feel the welcoming in his voice and she could still feel the tone. He was handsome, she had to give him that and clearly a voice to match. Perhaps she had hit her head a little to hard. How many women woke up like this. She smiled softly at the thought, though he still had weapons and was cloaked. As if hiding something. Whether some crazy defect or he was suited for battle, she could not tell. Yes, she was sure he cloaked for warmth as well, but he was still hiding something. A quite opposite she imagined in his mind as he looked upon her. A handsome mystery man and a rather mythical slightly unclothed woman. She could imagine a little what ran through his mind, but she was no mind reader. She knew not all men were the same. She wasn't about to judge, he put himself across as gentle and kind. How much of that was true? She could not say. She barely understood his words, so anything more was pretty foreign to her.

She grasped her swords even tighter and came to her feet. Fully showing herself to the stranger. She could also tell he was of great height, but he might see she was close to match. Which made kissing a lot easier. Not that she was overly thinking about that or just a little. A touch. That was what was need to break it. Though she had touched the men she had taken out that had tried to grab her, so a deeper touch. She did recall they said deeper. It was just that not knowing that kept her standing in her spot. She couldn't understand the stranger and he was cloaked with weapons. Even though his voice was of warmth and inviting. She couldn't completely let her guard down. She was always one to make friends first, which cost her sometimes, but when language was almost an impossibility it changed things.

"Îmi pare rău că nu înţeleg. Dacă doriţi să-mi rău, vă va plăti pentru asta foarte mult"

As she spoke, it didn't make a lot of sense to herself either. What she was trying to say was. 'I'm sorry I don't understand. If you wish to harm me, you shall pay for it greatly.' So Kory doubted it made even a dint to his ears. Confusing him even more than it did her. Though her tones played upon her words much if she was speaking english, so perhaps he would pick up on that. She prepared her sword incase it was needed. Twirling her left and then her right to warm her hands. Feeling the weight of them and the weight of her stance. She lowered her swords. It wasn't much in planning as in just sheer in the moment, she moved towards him. Her eyes played upon his eyes. She stopped just a couple feet before him, she could now feel the full presence of him standing before her. Becoming more real than myth. Her head corked again slightly as if she almost caught a smile, a hint of expression from him. Her eyes ran towards his lips, his skin, his cheeks, his hair, his lips again and then back to his eyes. She swallowed as took this sight in. Though then as swift as the wind, she motioned her right sword to his throat and her left sword was stood in defence. She just held the sword there. As if trying to put across that she didn't wish to harm him, but if he wished it. Take his shot now. She was not in the mood to play around, not with his beautiful face. Her eyes almost glowed even more green as she focused on him. Her body was a bit warn down, as it showed clear of bruises and blood. She did not wish for some great, one on one battle and no one to record his fall, but she was ready. As every muscle in her arm stretched out before him, showed.

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Lancelot did not normally think it right to sneak up behind another. However, this did not seem to be a normal situation as anyway. This person was a female to be sure, and ordinarily, that did not make a person something to be feared, at least to do violence. Over the years he had learned to be wary of females, generally, except for a select few. However, this one did not seem to be ordinary. Her curves, barely hidden by her mostly leather clothing, made her unmistakably of the female gender. However, her two swords, and the nature of her clothing, and her very body language seemed to indicate aggression and the a martial nature. He did not, know, if she was lost, or if she was specifically traveling toward Camelot for the express purpose of aggression. As a Knight his first responsibility was to Arthur and to Camelot. She was a strangely beautiful being, but his Knightly duties and responsibilities .... the Code .... must come first. His first impression that he had was that she was resting or sleeping as she rested her head against the tree, but he could tell just by the way that she held her body .... it was as if she were a cat or even a snake.... seeming to be poised to strike. As he approached she gave no indication that she knew he was there, but his 6th sense, his warrior sense, told him that she knew just the same. He silently cursed himself for traveling through the leaf-covered floor of the forest, since the rustling of those leaves was easy to detect.

He was not one to make assumptions, or even to take people for granted, even if they were a woman. He knew that most woman did not possess excellent fighting skills, perhaps with the exception of the Lady Morgana, he had heard. However, one of the reasons he had survived all of those years as a nomadic fighter was that he never underestimated anyone or made assumptions that were not backed up by observations. He could tell she was both a warrior and a woman, and he saw that he was wise to take her seriously. He saw he bang her head off the tree with little obvious physical damage. He wondered immediately if that strangely bronzed skin was enchanted in some way, making it resistant to abuse or the effects of a blade. He also so her rather prodigious muscles, for a female, tense up and stretch, as much as a cat would. He wondered, as well, once more, where such a striking creature as her could come from, and what martial training she had received, as well what battle experience she had had.

He cursed the dry leaves of the forest that surrounded his feet as he approached, especially as he saw her obviously athletic form stiffen, and seem to coil up like a spring that what was ready to release its stored energy. He thought once more of the various ways that he could take her down, but he had never, in a one-on-one encounter attacked another, even one he knew to be his enemy. It was not the way of a Knight of Camelot. It might be different if he was facing a group of men, but this was one woman. But wait a minute, he thought to himself. Perhaps there are other warriors, male and/or female warriors hiding in the brush. It was always possible that she was serving as bait or a diversion to entice a Knight to commit himself to battle, and then the larger band would spring a trap.

No.... he had thought to himself ..... that did not feel right. Besides, he was now a Knight of Camelot and he must face all, be they friend or for, fairly and face-to-face, and thus he had spoke his challenge in as even and calm a voice as he could muster. Almost as soon as he had issued the challenge she had whirled around in a complete half-circle, picking up her sword from the ground in one complete motion. Meanwhile, in the same instant, he drawn both of his swords, as he was able to fight equally well with either hand, holding his weapons in more of a defensive posture in front of him, but held forward enough so he could go on the offensive in a single moment should he choose to. He purposely evaded looking into her face, but chose to analyze the rest of her body language and how she held her swords. He was first of all curious as to whether she was in a defensive mode only, waiting to see if he would take the aggressive path, and to see if he could pick up any obvious weaknesses in the way she was holding her swords.

He felt her eyes analyzing him in a similar way. As always, if he dismounted,and was facing an adversary straight-up, Lancelot always felt that there was an advantage in staying in motion. He had generally found that if you stayed in motion, that you could more easily employ mis-direction and/or changing your direction of motion, keeping the opponent and guessing and giving him the opportunity to exploit any weaknesses. Therefore, he began to circle her, but moving at different speeds, but always keeping in motion. He could see by her body language that she had heard his short, bud demanding question. He anxiously hoped that she would respond in such a way that they would be able to avoid an actual physical confrontation. He had no desire to injure or kill a woman, especially one who he knew so little about, not even her name. He got no sense, though, that she was likely to lay down her weapons. He got the impression that was the type who always leaned forward and was not likely to give an inch to anyone, be they man or woman, and they continued to circle one another, giving all the signs of two warriors searching and probing for a visible weakness in the others defenses.

He could see, as she had brought herself to her full height, that although she was not of his stature, she was as close to his own height as any female he had encountered previously. He could see as he observed her arms, that her veins were sticking out, demonstrating how much she was was squeezing her swords. he thought that he could use that against her in battle, for if you strangled your sword, your ability to move the sword through the air would be more limited. He could see that she was thinking on something, just with the way her jaw was clenched, and he wondered what she she could be considering. Finally, though, he thought he could see her jaw relax and t seemed that she might finally be prepared to answer the only question that he had asked her.

He listened and he thought it sounded like it was two sentences she spoke, with the pauses she used, but beyond that it sounded like gibberish and was completely unintelligible. "Huh .......what?!," he said, suddenly stopping, unable to understand, but trying to understand just at least a word that she had spoken, and failing to. "What language or tongue is that .... where are you from?." he asked, looking up into her eyes, and seeing for the first time the green lasers from her smoldering eyes. He had seen her lower her swords, but had not seen her move toward him and raise one sword toward his throat and pull back the other in defense. Her green lasers pulled his pale blue ones in, completely entrancing him, and although he knew that she had no defense other than her two swords, unlike his chain mail, he could not bring his long-swords to bear against her. Slowly his two long-swords dropped lower and lower, as he he was unable to move, and the only thing that prevented her from seeing his hidden scarlet colors of the Knight of Camelot that he was was a loosely knotted cord at his throat. What magic did this female warrior possess, he wondered, that she could have this effect, beautiful and striking though she was, as he was still unable to break contact with the green lasers of her eyes.

[kory]

The world around Kory faded. Was like a mist of greens and browns. Her eyes moved as he had circled her. His eyes never leaving. As if seeking a weakness. Was it the bruises or dried blood? That gave him thought to wonder. Was she holding her swords in a way which did not seem right to him. She could not focus on that. What he thought? Did not matter. She merely had to concentrate on what she was doing. Standing almost motionless. Was this confusing him? She wasn't seeking attack unless needed. She had come from a battle and she wished not to waste upon a single man. Not that she couldn't and she couldn't be sure if he meant no harm. She was just in Preparation. Although she did not like being circled. It made her feel even more like the target, the prey. As his every bit of his attention was upon her. As if in all this he had figured her out, but he seemed smarter than that.

Understanding perhaps that she wasn't just a woman. She was toy he could play with and she was animal to eat. Just don't mess with her and perhaps one should be fine. It was strange not to understand and even stranger not to be understood, verbally. How was she to extend any kindness? If all that came out were mingled words, that sounded like curses. What if all his words had been that? Kindness? She wished not to harm him if he had merely said 'Hello' or 'Did you need help?'. For was they not the more common things spoken when coming across alone woman in the forest. She could only guess. Perhaps he had asked her name. Just what did he planned to do with it. Even if she spoke, he could not know her. But she had to smile as she would happily give it, if she could. As she just as much wished to know his. He seemed so much more myth than legend. She had to admit something extra stirred as she watched his movements. As if they called her. Danced with her. He was something she had never seen and she had seen many men. Not many differing to the other.

She couldn't tell, if he knew he was calling her. Drawing her in through her mind. She liked how he sized her up, perhaps he liked her height. His eyes dancing upon curves and muscles. She liked that also. She swallowed hard as she thought he could be the answer to her spell. He could break it. Yet, she sure he was capable of breaking much more. For as though he appeared light and mythical. She was sure he could bring someone down without much effort. Her head moved, she was sure he didn't wish to break her or crush her. He seemed the silent type and they are the more dangerous. Could he be the undoing of her even after the spell was broken?

When she had taken her swift movements and pointed her sword to his throat. She could see it had surprised. Again his words played upon nearly dead ears. She felt the confusion in his tone and some form of a question, but she couldn't make it out. Again she liked his voice. He could be the calming type. Was this the first time he saw her eyes. For he seemed to have frozen before her. At first she thought it out of fear and she almost disheartened at the thought. No, he seemed dazed by her eyes. As if he merely sat at the door of her soul. Trying to find the key and hoping his blue eyes were the password. She also looked upon his eyes. They were even bluer now and beautiful. She had to admit. It wasn't in her to freeze completely. She needed to be rid of this spell, maybe then she could learn his name. Perhaps it be wiser to just move on, don't get him involved. What if he already was? She shook her head, this was hers to bare. Not that she was all that clear what it was. She noted at the corner of her eyes, his swords dropped. Almost defeat, but not completely. Enough for her.

Her eyes then played upon where her sword stood. Watching the very vessel in his neck moved for air. She could so easily cut this and if she cut just above there, she could control how it flowed. There wasn't many women that knew this and she didn't wish to make him bleed. Her eyes then danced upon his cloak. Almost a small hint of armour gleaming. Maybe he was a soldier of some kind, what matter was it, now? She pressed her sword harder to his neck, before releasing it. It fell to her side and she put the sword in her left hand upon her back. Her eyes then ran over his again. She doubted he'd pull away. With her left hand it moved quickly to the back of his head, with gentle force and she kept her sword in her right hand by her side in a weak grasp. She motioned to pull him in and almost push herself into him as well.

Her eyes shut, she could trust in this and her lips locked upon his own. Falling deeper and deeper into him. It was seeming forever as if literally time stopped and at least five decades had past. She felt the amazing warmth with his lips. Felt every imperfection as well as perfection in the skin. She couldn't object about the taste. She only wanted more. Her tongue ran along inside. She was sure she was safe from being bitten. Her whole body fell into the kiss and her once hand that held the sword, fell to the ground. It came to rest upon his chest. Her body pressed against his. Her hand upon his neck played within his hair, at first it was gentle and then a little stronger. Pushing him in and making sure she took advantage of this moment. Her left leg wrapped around his own, feeling the warmth of his body beneath. He was much more than handsome, he was more welcoming than she had realised. Her hand upon his chest, then moved to his cheek. Her once strong deep movements upon his lips, became more quickly and a little deeper. For as the time went on and she knew it would end soon. She wished for it to never end. Did she feel him respond to her? She was sure she almost felt it. His understanding. Even though she was completely out of this world to him, there was a part that understood her or at least wished too. It was possible she smiled during the kiss. Yes, if fireworks existed then, she saw them. As if what had stirred inside her was now burning. Maybe the spell was broken, she was sure it probably had already gone near the beginning, but she was enjoying it too much. That she wished not to stop.

Until finally her breath was getting harder and reality had kicked it. She gave him back his lips. There was no telling whether he'd remember this, but she knew she would. Her hands that had pushed him into her slackened before falling back to her sides. She remained close to him for a while, she didn't want to forget his face and it something was tearing inside her in the thought of her walking away from him. It was probably for the best. She wasn't probably what he had in mind. For women were expected not to be equal of men and Kory was close to that. Probably some girl that did her role, he was expecting. She smiled softly to him as her eyes played upon his. Her eyes were a little softer now. She was hoping this would work. Hoping her words understandable as she picked up her sword and returned it to her back along with its twin.

"Thank-you. I am Kordelia, Once Heir to Valaria. Please call me Kory. "

She spoke as if english hadn't been a trouble. Offered her name as if it was something he was seeking and wished for him to call her Kory. It wasn't as proper and she was fine by that. Then as quick she had pushed the sword at his throat, even quicker as she turned and continued upon her path. She smiled softly as she turned. She wondered how long it would before he followed or asked more. Even though she thought it maybe smarter to leave him behind, she still begged he'd act different. For she wished to know him as much as she knew he wanted to know her. Well, she thought he did. What sort of name would he have? She played over in her head. Something strong, but matching to his handsome appearance. Her hand ran over her mouth, she really wasn't about to forget that and she begged he wouldn't. Her emotions spoke of her falling for him, but she didn't know any finer detail. Save he's a great kisser and mighty warrior perhaps. Although he did show respect and on some level gentleness, not in the weak sense. Perhaps he had a pure heart. There were not many that fought that had a heart and in most cases it was the bases of the fight. It was possible she had felt the thump thump of his heart as her hand had played upon his chest, but it could have been her imagination. She wasn't about to turn back and check. Unless he wished it!

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Lancelot knew well how this game was played .... stay in motion .... this forest was his familiar world. Move faster and faster until the opponent became dizzy and disoriented, and then strike. It was a woman ...one of the most beautiful women that he had ever seen, but she was obviously dangerous as well. However, why was he doing this? She had been threatening no one. He was not on this journey to enforce laws, but to do some exploring at his leisure. He had investigated initially as a hunter does .... finding some game that he did not expect. Then, though, upon finding it, the game .... the creature .... the female had drawn him in. Upon being confronted it would not back down. He had demanded that it identify its purpose her and it had responded with gibberish. He must subdue it .... mustn't he? A Knight of Camelot must be answered and respected.

He had told himself not to look at her eyes. He had not made the effort, but why? What told him not to lock his eyes there? He wondered whether she had understood his question at all. He realized that it was not just a question of him understanding her, but of her understanding him. How many wars and conflicts had started and continued simply because the two sides would not or could not communicate with the other. He had not meant that his words be interpreted as a challenge or a threat. Was that how his words had been interpreted. Was that why she had raised her swords to him? Outside of the question of communication the question arose of why she was here in the first place. Since she talked in such a foreign tongue only two possibilities came immediately to Lancelot's mind. She had been banished for some offense, or she had escaped from some captivity and was likely being pursued. Did she need protection? Given the apparent fact that she was well able to defend herself and fight, he had his doubts of her need there.

One thing was for sure. In his experience, at least, she was unique ..... one of a kind. He had looked her over more carefully now: the long red hair to her mid-back, her well-pronounced curves, the bronzed skin that seem to glow in a way that was hardly natural, the lips ........ the eyes. His pale-blue eyes, once connected to her green ones could not break the connection. His natural confidence as a warrior and knight had been replaced by a certain degree and feeling of helplessness, and the closer she drew the greater it became, until he could no longer hold his long-swords up, and his arms fell to his sides and eventually his long-swords fell from his grip.

His mind now went to the women that he had known, and the loves that he could have had but were not to be. He had felt as if he had ripped a hole in his heart when he had left Gwen so that her relationship with Arthur could flower. This was nothing like that. He was unable to rip himself away from this woman. The closer she came the more magnetically tied he felt to her and the weaker his resistance became. He kept telling himself that he was a Knight of Camelot and Camelot should be the sole object of his allegiance. He saw, though, at the edge of his vision, her sword move towards his neck, finally resting on his neck, so that he could feel his heartbeat against the blade from his blood vessel, but he was powerless to respond. All he could sense was her aroma as she moved closer and closer. Part of him wanted to retreat, to escape, but part of him did not. It did not matter ..... he was rooted to the spot ..... her aroma became intoxicating, almost like a drug, and he moaned slightly as he saw only inches separated them.

How could this be, he asked himself silently. A Knight of Camelot ..... so vulnerable ...... where with a flick of her wrist she could drain the life-blood of one who so many had tried to defeat but could not. She was not even aware, he thought, of what he was. He had never met her before, and he thought it likely that she had never been to this part of Albion, to Camelot. All she had to do was to cut the cord at his neck and the cloak would fall revealing him to be a Knight of Camelot. But, being a foreigner, would she even recognize the crest of the Pendragons that they all wore as their seal of office. Did it matter? He felt her press the sword-point deeper into his skin, and he wondered how many seconds this beauty would allow him to live. Suddenly, though, he felt the pressure release. Had she cut him and he not felt it. No! There was a reprieve.

He saw her take the sword from her right hand that had been pressed into his neck into her left and re-sheathed it. She still had her sword in her right-hand at the ready if she should need it, but as she moved toward him she used her now-free left hand, which was now placed behind his head, to bend his head down slightly where she forced his lips to meet her own, as their bodies moved closer as well. He saw her eyes go up and down over his face, looking him over once more, before her eyes shut, breaking the link between their two sets of eyes. But it was too late,as their lips had now locked together in a long-running embrace. He had thought before that this was something that he would fight, but his body and his mind slowly accepted it and began to strongly and deeply return it, almost as a natural reflex. He wondered if his lips felt as warm and comforting as hers did to to him, and he had no desire to stop, but to only grow deeper and deeper, as whatever magic had been controlling her was transferred to him, binding him to her. He felt her tongue explore his lips and he responded with his probing slightly deeper.

Although she was very strong, his slightly greater stature caused him to pull her up slightly off her feet into him, which seemed to be the most natural thing in the world to him. He heard her final sword fall to the ground, and despite realizing that she posed no immediate threat to him he could not and would not stop the embrace they were in the midst of. He felt the hand that had held the sword come to rest in the middle of the front of his cloak, through the folds on the center of his uniform, directly over his chain mail. He felt her fingers intertwine and play with curls in his longish dark hair. He felt her mostly bare left leg wrap around his through the cloak, and he sensed that she wanted to be even closer than they were now. All that he knew was that right now he could not resist here and wondered whether he could refuse anything she asked of him, as her kisses became deeper and even more insistent, if that was possible. Finally, as is the case with even the most perfect moments, it came to an end, and they allowed each other to breathe once more.

He felt her separate from him, and even though he had had no will or ability to resist, he remembered every moment of it, and hoped that this was not the end. He was encouraged by the look that she gave him, and although her eyes no longer held him like a steel trap they still had a magnetic attraction for him, as she returned her fallen sword to its proper place, as she finally spoke, this time clearly for him. "Kordelia ..... Kory ..... milady," and he removed his cloak. "I am Lancelot Du Lac, Knight of Camelot, one of the defenders of the House of Pendragon. What brings you to this part of the Balor Forest .... milady. You should have a proper escort if you are seeking to travel through it and Camelot. I would be honored if you would allow me to serve you in that way. I .... do not wish .... to be separated from you .... yet .... although I would understand if you wished a more noble Knight to guard your path,"] he called after her after she had turned and walked away down the path. She was former heir to the throne of another kingdom. He wondered what magic that he had just experienced, but was hoping that the kiss they had just exchanged was not an end but a beginning. He realized, though, that a common knight such as himself was not what she was probably looking for.

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How life changing? One kiss can make. It had in more ways changed Kory and in mostly in good. She was in control. At least with her mouth. She knew being in control wasn't always needed. She knew how to let go and give in her most wanted desirers. She couldn't hide from what she needed and wanted. Oh, yes some part wanted more, but they didn't out weigh what she needed. She needed to find the end to this path. No a Beginning. Yet, she couldn't stop the leaping of her chest. Nor could she stop him returning of the kisses. So it hadn't been not something she imagined. He had drawn her in as much as she had pulled him. Begged for it more than she had. She had barely realised he had dropped his weapons as well, for they were not a present thought at the time. Only him.

There was almost a connection made between them even if they couldn't truly understand it. Whether it was the fact she knew this wouldn't be the last time she'd see him, she knew somehow he'd always linger in her thoughts. A part of him was now a part of her. Though she couldn't just play dumb, falling into his arms and beg for him to run away with her. For before this meeting, she was sure he had a life. Duties perhaps and still did. He held importance somewhere. Besides she knew she was meant for more than just love in this world, maybe along the way it would finally snag her and she could balance her life. There was something that spoke it was him, but she knew that was just hoping. For as though she knew little of him, he knew even littler about her and she wasn't sure he'd like it. All of her. Maybe there was a girl back where he had come waiting for his return. Then again with such passion he had showed, perhaps more of a broken heart.

She couldn't understand from what she saw and felt, why one would turn away from him. He seemed the type once you caught him, you never let go. Unless it wasn't in the girls heart. Then she wasn't foreign to the idea that one could love more than one. It was accepted where she had come. For how ever many things were bad about her kingdom as well as there were good things. At least it wasn't down to the fact that they hid their feelings. If anything they were too open, wore their emotions on their sleeves so to speak and when one loved it was forever. It wasn't something she could give and then decide to take it back. Once given it was no longer hers to take back.

Before she had turned from his gaze, she was sure she saw a hint of longing. As if he already missed her. It was a sweet thought. Maybe she could find a friendship in this and then see how things go. She just wasn't the type to trap. She knew the power her body had at times and she was least shy about that. He needed to know her and fully trust her. Not that she wasn't trustworthy, she was. She was always loyal to those closest to her and always open for strangers. Even though she couldn't quite pin him a stranger anymore. She probably felt him in ways most haven't, with that she had to smile. Her eyes ran over the path before her. Thinking in her mind. 'Where am I going?' 'Oh well'. She planned to just end up where it hit and then possibly figure it out from there. She had enough coin to see her threw the next year maybe a little more if she could spare some.

It had been at least six years since her capture, she could not fear what would come next. She was fearful of falling into isolation, but she was sure she was strong enough. It was possible where ever she was heading. Life will seem more simple. Even despite the lack of what women were expected. If maybe she could change just one thing about that, she hoped it would begin a movement. At the shake of her head, she could not quite imagine an army of women, but she's been surprised before. It wasn't war she wished for women to have a role in, just a little more freedom to choose ones life. Why was it in the concern of another what one did every second of the day? Surely if a woman wished to show a little extra skin, she wouldn't be branded and if she wished to choose her lover, she wouldn't be scorned. They were the big issues Kory knew were more or less, here to stay. She could at least make women less fearful. It was the one thing unspoken mainly that was expected. Women were weak and scared. Why should they stand down while threatened? While the men that are meant to protect them aren't around. If a woman stood up perhaps there be less damsels. She knew a great power of a woman was her womb, just by refusing or accepting she could shake a nation.

Her hands shifted her skirt a little, straightening back down. Was her top out her order? She checked it was fine. Then ran a hand around her head. Her hair seemed tamed despite its wild colour. Not that it mattered to much how she looked she was in the forest, with dirt all around. She was still a woman and wished at least things to be in place. It had surprised her she hadn't ripped his cloak of and several other things. She smirked. Kory figured she just had her mind on something else at the time. Should she look back. Perhaps she had without realising did. Surely, he'd be a little out of place himself. Kory was positive he took the heat of the passion the greatest with her weight against him. No, she will wait for him to come to her, this time. Maybe another gift some women have, maybe it was her. It wasn't much a game, but she did like to tease a little bit. If it wasn't going to hurt, it was fine right? She knew her level and when to stop. If anything she wasn't was heartless. Kory enjoyed watching a man chase her a bit or try to impress her. In most cases they can be fearful so she may start it off. Which in ways had been the kiss. So if this was tag, he was up now.

If only men knew it wasn't always about saying the right thing or doing what was noble. It was at least trying. Whatever he may throw at her, she was sure it was going to be sweet and she would in return offer her kindness. There was no point of some great love if they weren't friends first and she wished he may seek a longing friendship. It would be a together thing when it came to the next step and she would offer treatment that was only fitted for him. Then as quick like a dart. Her name came to her ears. It was always nice to hear it from a voice like his. It was almost in the way it said it. She smiled as he said 'Milady'. It seemed all very sweet and cute. Not in the noble formal way. For she guessed he realised, she wasn't always formal. She smiled. Who was to say her ways weren't formal? Well, at least natural to her. She smiled again.

It was rude to keep walking. So she stopped at turned to face him again. It was nice to see, Kory hadn't forgotten his face just yet. She dipped her head in response of her name, not much of a bow than just of kindness. It was swift as wind as he undid the cord of his cloak. At first for some reason, she thought he might be naked. She remembered the silver she caught earlier. It was maybe more of a wish than a thought. She was glad he wasn't a mind reader or was she? She smiled again. Ah. Armour. Just as good. Why did he hide this? Then as he spoke and he spoke plenty. She was impressed he didn't rush and she was able to catch every word.

Knight? Camelot? They were impressive words. In truth she only cared for one title and that was his name. Lancelot. It was easy to remember. Adding Sir, made it even more impressive. She guessed this was something hide, though a part of her wished she had seen this earlier. Either way, she had the honour of seeing this now. He was glorious and not in the way that he was trying to be that. There was something special about him and a hint of mystery in his eyes, but there was also something simple about him. Was he more comfortable in his skin than she had thought. What ever it was, she liked it. Did he think himself maybe one of the people? Instead of seeing himself above them, Maybe so. It was impossible to really know what he was thinking. He was someone she couldn't quite pin and yet felt she had known him some lifetime before.

She listened to his questions. Trying to seeking something without basically asking her life story. Oh, there. He said Milady again. She smiled again. This was all to sweet. For though he did not rush, she could maybe tell a hint of nerves and wishing to please. Not in the forceful way. just out of kindness. She looked at him with thought as he offered to help. Protect her. Guide her. She couldn't stop him from trailing with her, but this wasn't something she needed. Yet, she wanted it. He took the courage to ask and extend his respect. She couldn't just shut him down. That was too cruel. He almost made it out he needed it more than she did and that she liked. She wasn't one to take it all for herself. She did detest to the serving part. If he wished to serve her, he needed to find a better master. She would not be one to put him on a lease. She liked him how he was.

"Sir Lancelot? It falls on my tongue with such strength. A knight come to my rescue? This must be a fairy tale. Or did I fall down some magic tunnel? We just need some danger and where is your horse? Oh... I don't think this will leave my mind so quickly. I feel blessed to have seen, this, you. You are everything your names says to me. Don't take this in the wrong way, but you are beautiful."

She spoke his name not so much as a question than a statement. Surely he would allow her to embrace the fact she quite like it. It sounded too perfect. Not that he was without flaws. She liked flaws more than the perfections. What was his dark secret? She wondered if he had one. A name like that is enough to compel someone to look the other way. She smiled as spoke of some fairy tale they were in, yet that kiss was far from fake. So had he spotted her possibly dead and sought to save her. She didn't think a knight was a knight without his horse and as she asked, was then she spotted it. She had expected it to be white, but she guessed there are always another version of the story.

"There was no real plan I had. I just took what I could and headed the direction the path showed. Anywhere is safer and standing at least. Camelot. You say. I have heard of it. I have to admit I never even glimpsed it. I have heard of its dangers than safety, care to change my mind? Just keep in mind I don't wish to capture you. If you join me, it is your choice, your free will. Not that I don't wish for your company I am delighted, but though I am princess. I do not seek power nor do I wish to control it... I do not wish to trail in this forest for another knight, the chances are slim. If you wish for the better princess, I bid you good day Sir."

Camelot. She hadn't anything else in mind. It would do for now. She had always wished to see it. For though she heard of danger, there seemed to be something that drew people in and it seemed like a strong city. If they had Lancelot at their guard, perhaps it is why the dangers had not taken the city completely. It was still standing she was sure. She had been under ground as to put it for a couple years, barely 14. It was a long journey she believed, it was best to have company and he was her first choice. Did he think her picky? What was there about him that would make her think someone else was better? He was all the knight she needed. If this the sought of princess he expected of her, then he was best of finding someone else. With that she bowed to him when it may have been expected the other way and she turned. Continued on her path. She happy to treat him like a knight if that was what he wished, but she only wished to be treated fairly. There was a difference in making one feel special than making them feel superior.

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Of course he had kissed women before, but the effect was nothing like this, he thought to himself. The mouth and lips .... the body .... the flaming red hair ..... and those eyes ..... the green eyes. Lancelot felt both dizzy and giddy, like he was a teenager again, and he definitely did not feel as if he was in control. He had found that he had neither the strength nor the ability to even hold on to his weapons. His long-swords had simply slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground. He shook his head to try and clear his mind of the warrior princess that was still before him. /But when he closed his eyes all he could see was the green lasers of eyes. "What magic is this?." he half-muttered to himself. He wondered if he occupied her thoughts as much as she occupied his. It was not possible ... she was a royal noble and he was a common knight.

Despite the impossibility of it all there was no denying the attraction that she held for him. He had never experienced anything like this, not even with Gwen in the short time they had been together, before he had made the decision that he had had to, and leave her with Arthur and Merlin. He had been able to put aside his feelings and desires then, but not now. He did not feel strong enough. He wondered even more now as to whether she was running from something, was someone chasing her as well, or was she running to someone they lay out ahead of her. He reasoned that, even a warrior princess as she appeared to be must have a noble prince or duke that was her significant other. N many, if not most kingdoms, he had heard, marriages for such princesses were arranged years in advance for the sake of political and military alliances. The children would seldom have much of a choice in such matters.

Was it possible that this was what she was running away from? He doubted it. She was too mature and old. Such a ceremony would have been done in her teens he reasoned. There were so many questions, ans so few answers so far, he thought. At least hew could understand her speech now, and quite clearly. Just how had that change manifested itself, and why, he pondered. It was understandable, before, with her inability to communicate, why she would not have been attractive to another. However, with that impediment removed what could she possibly see in Lancelot, the Knight wondered. She probably would not even give him an answer if he asked, he thought.

She will probably not wish to be accompanied any further in her journey now that she was safe, relatively. Besides, as a Knight he had been taught to hide his thoughts and feelings. Perhaps this was such a time when discretion was the better choice and he would just stay silent. He looked at her eyes once more and this time he saw a hint of what he thought was sadness. Then the beauty turned away and began heading down the path slowly away from him. Where was she going? After all of this, she was just going to leave without another word? She was definitely a different sort, he thought. Perhaps it was for the best if they both took their separate paths he considered. It was obvious that she did not feel the same way as he did. Perhaps their two cultures were just too radically different, one from another. He found it curious that she didn't really have any questions for him either.

Perhaps it was just her way or the way of her people. He smiled inwardly about the general irony of the fact that those things that we wanted the most were those that we just couldn't have. He wondered at what her past had been like and how much different her kingdom had been from the ones that he had been familiar with. She given her appearance of being a warrior did not look as if she feared anything. He knew, though, given his experiences in different place that all people had fears of one type or another. He wondered whether, given her appearance that women had more power, or perhaps even ran things. How much different would she find things and men to be here than in her homeland he considered. He saw her appear to stop, be thinking about something, and then reject it, before she continued on her way walking. He remained curious about what she was thinking about, but other than offer his services as a guide he elected to say no more and to interfere even less.

He saw, as she stopped, that she was suddenly concerned about her appearance, and he saw her check out her relatively few and sparse items of clothing,most of them leather in composition. He thought it was curious, given that they were in the middle of the forest, alone without anyone else around to judge her appearance or fashion. She did not strike him as being someone who was particular, but she did seem to be one who was likely to form strong opinions. Suddenly he noticed that her attention had shifted from her clothing and its appearance and she had begun to look at him. He got the strangest feeling that she was looking at his cloak, as she smirked at him.. Was there something wrong with his cloak he wondered. If not, just what was she thinking about? He saw her smirk fade into a little smile ..... it was if she was expecting him to come to her. He had made the offer to escort her .... but he was a Knight of Camelot, he was not any beck and call. There was still something about her eyes, that he could not resist, and he stepped forward slowly until he was next to her. He found that he could not break the eye contact until she did. What was so different about her?

He looked down, understanding now that she had been heir to the throne in her own land, and he being just a common Knight, he nodded in deference to her. There were stories he had heard, of course,that where his family were from in Gaulic France that they had been nobles, such lineages were not recognized as noble. His father had been a simple yeoman farmer,as far as he had remembered. "What is it that you wish, milady .... Kory?", he inquired, still marveling at her attraction, and the effect it had on him. He had had feeling for women before, but generally they had developed over some period of time,where they were friends first and then it had developed into something deeper. Obviously, with him being a nomad, and more or less on the move frequently, he had not had the opportunity for that to happen very often. He saw her smile again before responding to his question.

He saw that she returned his nod with one of her own, and apparently she had decided to stop her movement away from him. She had listened, and listened carefully as he had explained before, who he was, and to whom his primary responsibility was. She was polite, and did not interrupt him in anything he chose to say, which he had found was somethings that many nobles liked to do. He had noticed that she did not give him much of a physical reaction when he had quickly released his cloak, so he did wonder what she thought of it.

He could tell, though,that she exhibited some of the characteristics of royals that he had seen. The ability to take in all kinds of information without giving any outward sign of any opinions or thoughts that they might have, one way or another. Her expression changed very little between telling her that he was a Knight of Camelot and that he served the Pendragons. He could see, watching her eyes, that her mind was at work somewhere behind them. The one thing that she did seem to react to, was his name. She did not say anything about it, but he saw the corners of her lips turn up with the slightest of smiles when he said it, and he interpreted that as a good sign. Perhaps, he thought, they could at least be friends. He saw her look into his eyes, and he had the feeling, and not for the first time, that she could see right through him and get at the truth.

He got the feeling that she really did not need or even want his help, but he also had the hunch that she would not try to stop him if he insisted, He did not know why he thought that she would be so tolerant, but he still got that impression as he stood there beside her. At least she didn't tell him not to. That in itself was a good sign he thought. He still was in the dark about what she thought of him. He realized that they had just met, but they had kissed and embraced almost immediately upon meeting, and he still wondered what that was about. He had experienced magic and spells with Merlin, but if this was magic, it was something different. All he knew was that it was difficult to explain.

Finally, she did speak, and once she spoke there was quite a bit for her to say. "The full name as I may have said is Lancelot Du Lac. Others have said it was a strong name as well. I really don't believe that you had any need to be rescued. I am just glad that neither of us did damage to the other, needlessly." Lancelot blushed at her words. "It has felt ... magical .... but such doesn't come from me." He then clucked his tongue and his horse came at a trot. "This is Sher-Fore. .... Beautiful? Sher+-Fore has been described as such ....and you I would guess .... but never I."

He saw her mind at work once more, and once more wondered what it meant. She then went into a bit more detail on her story. "I find that a little surprising. You strike meas one who would likely always would have a plan. Camelot is safe enough now. It was nearly destroyed by the attack of the Great Dragon more than a year ago,and withstood an attack by others quite recently. A few years ago it was threatened by the Gryffon, until I destroyed it. But it is safe and prospering now. The Balor Forest, though has many enchanted beasts, and if you are unfamiliar with it, can be quite dangerous, even for someone as obviously skilled as you."

He then listened as she talked about him and to him specifically.
"Are you saying that you don't seek to control me. Are you saying that if given the opportunity you would not seize it? I am not sure if there is ever total equality or free will. I would think that you are able to influence many strongly that you cross paths with. That is good to hear about you and power. Exactly what do you think my view of the use of power is, then? For your information few Knights are found in this forest, and most of them fear the Old Religion, while I do not. I really do doubt, milady, that there is a better princess and I am sure you have the same opinion." He saw her turn and head down the path and he clucked to his horse, so that it would follow as he tied his cloak back on and began following her. He honestly did not know if she would approve, but he did feel compelled to follow.

[kory]

It was pleasurable feeling her voice once again. Feeling once whole again, not that without it did she totally feel like someone else. She had always been Kory. It be a matter of time whether, Lancelot would choose his alliances with her. Would he see a friend or foe? She doubted foe, but then he hadn't seen her brutal side. It may shape how he viewed her. Hopefully when he did he wouldn't miss seeing that she also carried softness. That in all the armour, she was just a woman beneath it. A human. If she was guilty of far to emotions, she would gladly be her killer. She wouldn't live in this world without them. To be just another empty shell was not her destiny. She wasn't sure if she had caught Lancelot speak of Magic.

Did he see something, she couldn't? Was he confusing a spell with devotion. Maybe the kiss was truly meant for him. She of course wished to do it over and over again, until the world cracked. Maybe for him, the world had. Maybe she was the world and he was the moon circling around her. Did he need her help? To break the distance. Then this could be his burden to figure out. She only wished she'd be less a burden and more like destiny. We'll see how things go, she figured. She couldn't deny she liked how he maybe thinking she was. A nymph as if she was born from the trees themselves. A creature not seen before. Would it dishearten him to learn, that she was just a woman? Though she was just unlike many he knew or even existed in Britannia. She maybe a woman, but she was her own woman.

There was a feeling she had as his eyes watched her leave possibly leaving him behind. She only wished to know his thoughts and yet she didn't. Only the fact his attention upon her, she very much liked. She wondered if he laughed under his breath as she fixed her outfit. Was he even looking at that at all? That she couldn't know. His eyes seemed to be surprised that she turned to face him, but that she remained where she was. She wasn't begging him to meet her, a little. Whether he was fighting it or not, he moved towards her. His eyes dancing upon her own. Her eyes followed his frame, watched his movements, before retreating back towards his eyes a few times. He asked her wishes. Perhaps she was false. He had been reading her mind, but then why did he ask. Wasn't that clear. She blushed.

"What every soul wishes? A purpose. A belonging. What is it you wish, Lancelot?"

She never had played upon to much of wishers. She had always imagined whatever it was she desired, she could take it if she proved worthy enough. Yet, she believed in free will, but not everything was taken freely. Her eyes ran over him as she asked him. She wondered what may lay at the base of his heart. Did he have more desirers. than she did? Were they similar. She didn't half expect to hear her name as an answer, but she could feel a wish brewing inside her. She blushed slightly. It was going to take a few more questions and a few more glances, before she could offer that part of her. There was a tingling beneath her fingers. She so wished to feel whether it was cold. Was it warm? The details of his chain mail. How thick would it be? Would she be able to feel him underneath it? She had thought she had when he was once cloaked. Then there was that wish, that thought of underneath the chain mail. She envisioned well built and something that could take away her breath. Did he hold any more scars? Maybe he would show her. There had to be scars, even she had her own. Was it silly to like such a thing? No, there was nothing wrong how she felt.

Her eyes had to leave him for a second. Her mind needed adjusting. She smiled, this time more for herself than for him. Her chest came more relaxed and yet she still felt the tingles. Her eyes watched him again at her reactions. He noted her response to his name. It was the one title, the one word he was born with and is own. Of course she reacted to it. She needn't the time for the knight at present, she wished to know beneath and what stirs him. What may have led him in this path? Of course she desired to share war stories and he must be craving for some knowledge of where she was from. If all was well, those moments would come. Was he in fear she was completely going to disappear? Her smile brightened as he spoke his full name. Maybe he didn't wish for her to have shortened it. She just couldn't resist saying Sir Lancelot. It was just too perfect. It was like he was born with the title more than it was given.

It was nice she had found she hadn't offended him greatly, she had pondered whether he'd still follow her. Seek her out. For she so wished for him to chase her. As she walked with him beside her. She listened to his words. There was possible parts of which he was teasing her, himself. She was impressed. For she wasn't as serious as she looked. She was just a free spirit. Something not so easily seen.

"Do you mind being called Sir? It seems quite fitting for Lancelot. Are you content if I call you Lancelot? Is it a knight thing to be addressed fully?"

As her movements moved her forwards, Kory slowed her pace. There no real hurry. Camelot wasn't going anywhere, yet. But Lancelot might. It would take Lancelot sometime she was sure to realise. How differently she saw things. Where she was from most things was different. Even how they spoke. It might be hard to tell whether she was confused or just smart. Whether she had a quick tongue or she was just light headed. Many make the idea she is a dumb or she doesn't understand. She understands more than it seems. Maybe Lancelot could be one to understand her. Her eyes focused upon him, it was possible. There was a sense of calm despite they didn't know each other that well.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that. Who's to say you haven't left me unharmed? With a mouth like yours. Next time might be disastrous... I'm not sure it was magic, or more just fate. I'm sorry, this might mean your stuck with me. Or on me, I don't mind"

Her voice played upon the words. She hadn't planned them, they just came. She hadn't planned his reactions, that he could do with how he wished. Was this something not expected. Was she not what he expected. Was she something he saw more strange than wondrous. A part of her wondered, but she didn't mind if he did. Just then he called her beautiful. It was sweet. Not that she hadn't heard it before, but it somehow was different coming from him. As if she only wished to be pleasing to him. She was all that was colourful of this world. She had come across all rainbow of men. Yet, here she was. With a man with simple features of brown hair and brown eyes. Oh and his skin. She loved his skin. Somehow he compelled her. Somehow he was more desirable than any she crossed. It was possible it was in the way he looked at her. Not in the way he wished to eat her and suck her dry. He only wished to see her alive, maybe that was what he was missing. The feeling of being alive. Did he wish for Kory to help? She could do that.

"Then I am honoured to be the first, for that is what I see. I am sure I am not blinded... Do you mind?"

Her features softened as she thought perhaps he might find comfort in her words. Not from just being a soft heart hot blooded woman. She can't deny when such a handsome man is before her. He is beautiful, it seemed natural to say it. Somewhere her paced slowed even more, that she had stretched out her hand and placed it upon his cheek. Surely she was not blinded. She smiled and then retreated her hand. It took a lot of effort not to touch more and longer. She stopped and motioned towards his stallion as she had asked him, if he minded. Her hand then disappeared in the slip of her skirt, a pocket. Her hand revealed some seeds. They were a little mix of greens and reds, they sparkled slightly. She watched the steeds eyes with softness as she came to its mouth. Offering her hand. The steed took it. Kory smiled and her hand ran over the black mane. She noted the extra glint in its eyes now and he now trusted her. She was sure he enjoyed and wished for more, but she needed to save a part of her world. These were not common seeds, they were rare and they were special to Kory. For a second she swore she saw her goddess with in the horses eyes. An understanding. She nodded in response.

"These are only found in Valaria, well. They were up until a few days ago. Blessed by the goddess herself."

Kory's eyes ran over the horse as she spoke to Lancelot. She could feel the strength and a possible tie with its rider. She was curious if it was more a companionship or an extension of Lancelot. With one last feel of the black muscles beneath her hand, she stepped back towards Lancelot. She was sure things she was taught wasn't the same for him, or were they. It made her smile that Lancelot thought he had figured her out. All of her. She wasn't sure. Maybe seeing what he wanted. Is there a way she could open him up a little more? Let her in.

"This may surprise you, Lancelot. I am not so easy to pin down. Well, depending on the situation, of course. I have already felt your weight... So the safety of Camelot is your doing? I am impressed. I am not surprised. Though I am surprised they let you out of their sights then. Are you seeking something? That does not exist in Camelot? Don't tell me, its me. If I showed up in some vision, it wasn't me... I have done the impossible before. Have you never been told, to face your fears, Lancelot? Everything has a weakness. If for some reason we come across such a beast. I'll be your shield. I'm better at distracting I gather "

She felt the insiders of herself unwinding before him. Surely he took the play of words as they were. Of wonder and light hearted. Though there was a very base of truth to her words. Somehow she had replayed the kiss with Lancelot on top of her. It was close to being that. Then she imagined Lancelot in some bed in a candle lit room, she couldn't quite make out if it was a tent or stone room. Sleeping and dreaming of her. Her eyes trying not to trace to much of his body, even though she knew his body laid naked. Had he dreamed something, she was sure she had not visited him. She would remember that. She smiled as her mind played. Surely, he wasn't going to label her a child. She wasn't much of one. She was a woman with a playful mind. An Open mind. Seeking sides to things one might not have. She knew how to flirt. How to attract. Maybe she couldn't capture his life, but she could captivate him. Leave her mark so to speak.

His last speech, she wasn't sure whether he was trying to confuse her. Was he trying to trip her up how she felt. She didn't care to change his views and she wasn't trying to suggest he thought such ways. She had merely offered her thoughts. Take them how ever he wanted. She wasn't planning on hiding anything she was. What was there to hide? There was no one this information would care to know. There was no one left in the world at present that knew her. Almost like she had already lived two lifetimes. He did have strong opinions of his own. She admired that. Though she wasn't sure if he stood by them, completely anyways. Was there some hint of doubt. Within himself.

"I know what it's like to be controlled, to be chained and I would not wish it on my worst enemy. Why would I desire to control you? It wouldn't be true nor right. If your speaking in the lesser sense in act, such like pleasuring, that is different. That is not so much as control as an unspoken request. That I can do. Don't get me wrong. I understand there are rules for a reason, but I have always seen them more like guidelines. There is no where written that one has to do something, for yet people still choose to do it or not, despite what may happen in result. You may not see us equal, but I see you that way. Would you wish it some other way? Would you prefer above me or below me? Or would you prefer to be beside me? Again I am not speaking in terms of acts of pleasure, we both know that changes in the moment. "

She drew herself closer to him. Wanting him to get the words she spoke. He maybe trying to confuse, but she could not hide what she thought. If he thought her wrong, that is fine. Was he implying that if she wished him deeper she would sort to tricking him. Make him come to her. For as much of her desirers to bed him or seek some bond with him, he needed to decide. She wanted him to want it just as much as she did. Of course she can be the type when in the heat of the moment to be the one controlling. She never had the choice in the past. It wasn't out of wishing to corrupt, but to please. To make one feel loved. If there was a control, it needed to be the other side, it needed to be balanced for her to be ok with that.

"Just for later reference, there is a vast difference between influence and control. At least how I view it... I just guessed your a knight of a king or a prince, your views of power would be similar. Though in truth I cannot read your mind, so forgive me if I spoke of lies. I did not mean for it. I just wished to extend how I view it. Old Religion? Are you suggesting I'm a witch, Lancelot? For I do not play with Magic, although it has played me. I do not detest to it, but I don't see the need for it. Then I am but a warrior... As long as your not searching for a princess we're good. That's not that I am suggesting to treat me underrated of course. The title shouldn't be your means of how you treat me, is all I mean. Do you wish me to treat you as a Knight? I have to admit I am not overly familiar to Camelot's formal ways. so please tell me if I speak out of place... Oh and if you represent the short cut, then please take me there."

Kory showed her kind side, although she was sure she hadn't shown anything short of that earlier. She wasn't always one to apologize when it came to her words. In most cases it was just how she was, but if he found something false in her words, she was sorry. She didn't wish to put him in a corner or a box. She liked him too much where he was. She did not mean that he suggested she was a witch, it was just how he put old religion and finding other knights in the forest, as if he might be suggesting they might think. She wasn't sure if witch was good or a bad thing, she just knew she wasn't one. She was a warrior trained for combat. To face all kinds of evil. Trained to rely on what was real. She was interested how he wished her to see treat him. For she wished to treat him as a proud man he seemed to be, she could throw some remarks about him as knight. For he looked good all dressed up and it wasn't a lie. This whole knight was him, in a way. She was sure he just didn't wake up and there he was a knight. This was his calling, his choice. No one had controlled him to do so, or at least she was sure of that. He didn't seem to be the fighter that he was pushed. Did this not drive him forward? As it did for her. She had enough of the Camelot references and mentions, she wished him to lead her if he desired. Quickly if he could. Although, why was she rushing it. Why not soak herself in his presence some more.

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As they walked slowly through the forest Lancelot noted the confidence and self-assurance that she walked with, which was amazing given the fact that she really did not know where she was going. He was happy, for the moment to walk at her side as they moved forward through the Balor Forest. He realized that he knew little of what made her the person she was, but she was as unaware of his background. If she knew some of his past would it change or influence her view of him he wondered. He was a Knight of Camelot, and along with that came a list of duties and responsibilities. However, he had had the upbringing of a common yeoman farmer and had been apprenticed to be a carpenter and a woodworker. It had not been so long ago that he had wondered if that was meant for him. What would she think of that? He doubted if she would find it very heroic.

Lancelot could not but help the feeling that she had cast a spell and used magic against him. No woman had ever come close to having this effect on him and so quickly and so completely.Even now,walking next to her, he could feel her strength and her power over him. Was it simply the consequence of her supreme self-confidence, or was it something else. It had begun with those eyes that had drawn him in, and continued with that kiss that pulled him in more and seemed to drain his will to resist her and her strength. However, he told himself that he had done so willingly. Her beauty and her touch was something that he found magnetic and impossible to resist, and he gave up fighting it almost as soon as the kiss began, Had she drugged him then. No he decided, unless she had carried it on her lips and her saliva and he had never heard of such a thing.

As he watched her turn and walk away the first time he got strong sensation of being someone that had been used for a purpose and was now being discarded. It was true that before the kiss her language had been unintelligible, but after it had been as clear as anyone's. Had the kiss broken a spell of some kind, and as soon as that was accomplished she had no more need of him, and she then departed, But he needed her and he found he needed her. She was like an oasis in the desert to him, or a fine wine that he had been given only a taste of, and he was addicted. He desperately needed to stay with her. Did she know this, and did she even care? Was it possible that she felt the same, but that there was something about her life that she wanted to prevent or protect him from experiencing? He wondered whether she would stop and allow him to catch up.

He then saw her stop. Was her check of her leather attire just a ruse to allow him to catch up to her. He did not know, but he knew it was his opportunity. As he approached she turned and looked him over, up and down, and he wondered what she was looking for and whether she found it. Part of him resisted, and wanted him to mount his stallion and ride on, but that feeling lost to the part that wanted her attention desperately, and drew him to her. As he got close he asked what she wished of him, if anything, and she, surprisingly, replied almost immediately. Even more surprisingly, he thought, her face colored at his question, nearly as bright as her hair. He was amazed that there was anything that could embarrass her or make her appear shy, but her reply to his question was quite enigmatic.

"I do not know what other souls wish. All I ever wanted out of life, after all was lost at the age of 14, was to be a Knight and to never be vulnerable against aggression, from any quarter. Now, though, I want more than that, it is clear. I want to possess and be possessed, by another. I have always had a purpose, and thought that was enough, but it is not." He imagined that she was not one who dreamed. Being a former princess, a royal, she did not dream she took what she wanted. However, even some royals looked deeper into themselves than that. How did she look at life? Did she question why things were as they were, or did she just assign them to fate. Were events pre-destined to happen or was the time-line of actually a series of choices that we made in concert with others. What actually did she believe? He saw as she asked these questions and he formulated ones of his own, that her eyes came to rest on him, but they did not seem to be directed at his eyes, but at his chest. What was she thinking now? He had wanted to answer her final question with her name, but he felt it was too forward, and all he was was a common Knight.

He questioned his worthiness for her, and he thought that such a question may have been what caused her to walk away from him in the first place. Much of what she thought, he expected, would remain unspoken from her. She would choose the time and place to reveal her thoughts, if she ever chose to. Finally, though, her eyes disengaged and she began to move on and it was up to him to follow and chase once more. He thought that he saw a smile, but he couldn't be sure, and he had no reason to explain it. Perhaps she found him amusing as she would find a court jester amusing he thought. He had told her his title, and his full name, but there was no real clue of what she thought of him in that position. Was it a positive or a negative. He supposed only time would tell. Were titles important to her or did she want to know deeper things. He had his doubts whether she would find any of his stories to be that interesting. She would have heard better he expected.

He could see the open smile as she heard his full title and name. The good thing he had found so far was that she had not told him to go away and she hadn't said or implied that he wasn't needed. But what was she interested in. He knew that she kept much of her truth self very close to her. What she believed and held dear was not for public viewing and he, of all people, could understand that.

He was surprised, though, when she popped up with a new question. "No .... no .... I don't mind it .... Kory. It denotes my responsibility and authority, and from where it comes, the Pendragons, especially Arthur. I have pursued such a title since I was 14. However,for most of my life, and for my few friends I have always been Lancelot, or simply Lance. So yes, milady, you may call me that, or anything else your heart desires. Some Knights, indeed find that they have to be addressed with their full name and title to show them the proper respect. However,I judge not by titles, but by actions, in life or on the battlefield." Lancelot found that as they talked on these subjects, she slowed her gait, as if she needed to to consider her thoughts and answers. He wondered exactly how much different life had been in her kingdom than here. Momentarily he felt her eyes bore into him and he sensed tat she was about to speak once more, but he did feel that they were becoming more relaxed around one another.

She spoke and referred back to his comment about not damaging each other needlessly, and for the first time he let loose with a real laugh from deep within his chest. "That would be a first .... that my mouth and kiss ever caused much lasting damage, Kory. What exactly might you find potentially disastrous. Do I really kiss that poorly?," he asked with a sly smile. "I'm not sure I believe in fate or pre-destination, other than it is my fate to die on a battlefield, somewhere. I just know that there has yet been a sword or arrow or lance with my name or doom written on it. Its what gives me my fearlessness in battle I think. Outside of that I think that we make our own fate and luck ourselves. If you think something will turn out well, it probably will, while pessimism can be self-fulfilling too. There are an infinite number of things that would be worse, than either of those, while a rare number that would be better than being stuck with or on, as you put it."

It took her even less time to respond, though briefly to his response to her saying he was beautiful, and he was at a true loss for words. "You are ....um .... welcome .... to say that ....if ..... that's what you really think. No .... no .... I don't mind ...... and how do you find this part of the forest," he said as his dark-complected features took on a more colored appearance. He was definitely embarrassed and ill at ease with such compliments, for he had been alone for most of his adult life, being away from large groups of people for long periods. As they had talked their pace had slowed and while looking straight ahead he felt the softness of her hand on his rough and stubbled cheek, and the warmth of it made him nearly melt on the spot, and he moaned slightly in response, "mmmmmmmmm." He felt her withdraw it as quickly as she had offered it, and the watch her reach into a pocket and reward Sher-Fore with some special seeds she carried. He had told her in response to her request that he did not mind. "On this journey you can consider him as much yours as mine and you should feel to ride him if you so desire." He saw her stroke him and nod to the horse and give him a smile.

"You have honored the stallion with your gift .... know that it is appreciated." He watched her look at his horse and there seemed to be some understanding on her face as she fell back into her walking pace next to them. She fell back easily into conversation with him. "I have always found those that speak little are truly the hardest to figure out, and you definitely fall into that group. I did kill the creature,with the help of another. However, I am only one small part of the larger group that ensures Camelot's safety. Well .... I went to Arthur and told him that I had to get away ... by myself. The walls of the castle ..... become .... too confining and restrictive for me. I was a nomad for most of my life, and every now and then I need the freedom that the forest and thickets give. You? Well, you have been a special gift that I did not have the ability to foresee. Fears? Knights are supposed to have no fears. Yes .... yes ...you are quite the distraction," he smiled. He saw, then, that she was once more deep in thought. She was trying to figure something out, and once again, he wondered what it was.

"I am sorry, my princess that you suffered such an experience. However, that was physical torture, and that is to be avoided at all costs. Some of us, though, find having our heart chained, and controlled and pleasured to not be such an evil thing. We have been free spirits, nomads, all of our lives, and we don't object to being tamed by those who have strong spirits as well." He waited to see what her response to that would be. "So,then,what would your guidelines be? Hmmmm, even among equals there will be times where one is above and times when they are below. I think that one just goes with the flow and supports the partner who is at their side, no matter who might be the stronger."

They had now slowed to a stop in the midst of the forest, and she had weakened him with her touch already, and she now drew her warm and radiating body close to his once more. He could see in her face and in her eyes that she was considering something. He could tell that she was one who was ruled by passion and pleasure, so much so that she probably found her urges difficult to control.

He listened to her explanation of influence and control, and their difference. "It is a fine line, though I can understand your view. You may not be a witch, but it would be difficult to argue that you were not under the influence of magic when we met, and it had an influence on pulling me into you and the attraction that I felt at the beginning. A warrior? Well, we are both warriors are we not, looking even at relationships as battles to be won, positions to be overwhelmed and conquered .... do we not?" As he saw her deep in thought, he pulled her in close for a deep kiss once more, wondering which could hold their breath the longest.

[kory]

The way he spoke made her mind wonder through it. Possibly seeing how he saw it. She so wanted to go there. Or did she? For she had her own path. Maybe somewhere it would cross with another, but she had her own to bare. Kory couldn't back down and just play house. Make the sacrifice so that maybe one could do as they wished. Kory played upon him with interested eyes. She somehow pictured Lancelot as merely a boy and in a sea of black. What was it that this boy had lost? It was so dark, Kory could not make it out. Maybe that was it, Everything. The boy had lost everything, that had been his life before. It was heartbreaking. Somethings, a child shouldn't see. If she had been there in much a way she was now, she would have held him tightly. It pleased her to know he hadn't succumbed to it. He had lived on. Was it not why he was here?

Such terrible things just sometimes happen. Whether it is suppose to stop or not. In ways, Kory thought they are meant to happen. It would change someones life forever. For if it didn't happen, it is possible Lancelot would not have been brought here. She liked where he was now, was that guilty to say. A guilty thought. Surely on some level he knew it happened only to make him stronger, makes a child grow up quicker and what is ways can create a hero. Had she paused to long. Was she appearing unkind? For if he seeking her to be sad for him or Pity him, she would not do that. It might just pull back instead of pushing him forwards. He had already come so far. Though she was sad for the child, she was sure it was the same for him. Two lifetimes lived. That boy, there was hint of him still, but he was vastly changed. She was sure of that.

"Do you not see, Lancelot? Your wishes are the same! Wanting to be a knight to save another, that is a purpose. Such a purpose won't be filled until the end of your days. A knight is not a wish. It is just what you are. You decided that was what you were going to be and by what I can see you took it. Given to you perhaps. Now is the time to prove yourself not just to others, but to you. Only in the end does it matter to you. We all have a path Lancelot, that we must bare. Sometimes if we're lucky paths cross, that is the balance and the belonging. We are given emotions for a reflection of life. There is no such straight answer and we are capable of many things. Most find it selfish to want so much or scared. But it is our right to live how we wish... I believe your confusing Possess with Belonging, your path maybe your own, but it doesn't need to be lonely. Sometimes a purpose and a belonging can be both."

Maybe her words had been too much. Had she spoken out of term. She could not regret them, for they were how she felt. She was ruled by her heart, not her head. Perhaps she could help him in his quest to finding himself some more. She had a thought she had tried to explain the ever need of purposes and she had tried saying it, but maybe wasn't clear. There was always more in life that one needed and Lancelot was still young, as was Kory. There was much he still had to discover. As did she. She can have the habit of forcing her opinion, but it wasn't in a way to change someones ways. If she could help even by her words, then she would try. She noted as she watched her eye him out a bit. Smiling again towards him. If she was confusing him. It was her intention, but it wasn't out distaste. She knows her level and she knows when it is too far. Sometimes it was just her, not even knowing she was being. She just wanted him to know more. Not just know she was beautiful and skilled. So far he had faired her well.

Did she play down his worth? His worth was of matter to her. He was who he was. It did not matter to much what secrets he held or what ruled his past. It was his past. It was him. It was his life. Who was to say his life was wrong? She wasn't. Whatever the steps that led him to here, they mattered. Perhaps not to her or anyone, but to Lancelot they did. Again he mentioned being 14. As if this was something she needed to remember. Or was it just to remind himself. Arthur. She had heard that once before, but to no real clue as to who this Arthur was. Did Lancelot think how Kory wished to address him was a way to bring him down? Because it was. Did he not like being where she was? She blushed. In truth she only wished to lift him up. She found it is slightly sweet his nickname was Lance. Was that supposed to be Ironic. She could only guess, but so far it had proved so. Again she blushed. Kory's eyes gleamed as he said she may call him as she liked. Yet, she could not think up names. Maybe that was left for later. Handsome, might be a good start. Well, she was glad the full address did not apply to her. She was sure she would trip up if she had to mention again and again. Then again. Not that she minded of course. Her eyes shifted.

"Then I am delighted. I'm not sure you should be offering such a choice, for I will have to hold you by that. I only prefer Kory, but I shall offer the same choice to you. For you were so kind and maybe foolish to give me. I can promise you they will not embarrass, much... I hope my actions have pleased you so far?"

So she teased him a little, he sort of deserved it offering such a thing. She laughed as she spoke of such things. This will keep her mind amused when she needed cheering up. It was a sweet thing for him to give her. Small and a little foolish. Such a precious gift. It wouldn't be fair, not to give him such a thing in return. Not something she would require from many, but she could trust he'd be wise about it. She smiled again. Feeling his gait move to hers. In zinc. It wasn't something she need to note or see. It seemed natural. It did please her he was relaxed. That nothing so far had displeased him. She wasn't to take back her words as such or be something she wasn't, but she would not be rude. Would not be unkind to someone who had been nothing but kind. Even if he had, she was sure her words wouldn't have been unkind. She could stand up for herself, but what is the saying. Do not say that you would not want to hear? Playing words in such a cruel way, was just not in her character not her intention. Thats not to say she would not speak her mind.

"Disaster can be beautiful, not always ugly. You shook my core! There is nothing poor about that!... I don't believe our destiny is in stone. I think it works in ways if you give something, then something is taken and the other way. Things can be changed, but I think somethings just happen because they are meant to. My death may be when I least expect, but it will come. That is fate. I did not have this path in mind and yet, here I am. Would you think I was meant to be somewhere else? Do you think we were not meant to meet if I did not end up here?... And, so I take it you do not wish to be stuck with me or on me?"

She liked that he played at her words, much like she did his. Though there seemed a base of self doubt in himself. If she could bring a hint of strength within himself, she would do that. There could be much she could teach him and for herself. He made her think and respected her. It was what I woman like she wanted. Needed. Some men wished to put down women, make them think less of themselves. If anything Lancelot, wished to make her wiser. He hadn't really said she was wrong or right. But maybe that he understood her views. She had thoughts to mention soul mates, but that was left for later. She could suggest that was him, just that her race believed in such a thing. for if for some reason it was him. He was her soul mate. If they had not met now, who's say they would never have met some other place or time. In this lifetime or the next. Maybe that was more hope than fate in her heart. Her last question was more out of amusement. Yet maybe he didn't. She had no right to make him think otherwise. Not that she minded if he did. Her eyes looked down at that thought.

She listened to his words as she gave her attention towards his steed. The black hairs tangling out through her soft fingers. It had not gone unnoticed that Lancelot had responded to her touch. So his cheek was rough and yet she sought it beautiful, beneath her own soft skin. He was everything that a man should be, Kory imagined. For as much as she put down how men treated a woman. A man was not entitled to be paid in some way Depending on the man and that maybe, Lancelot. Kory could treat him well. Such a man did not deserve the weight and shame that other men took. Lancelot deserved to be seen and treated with the up most care. For he need to feel just as important and special. She would not be the one to kill his light, she would only wish to make it brighter. Her pink lips made to a hinting smile, just hinting her softness. Imagining maybe someone if not Kory could make him happy. She moved back to Lancelot's side. For some reason she wished to link her arm with his and not out of her desires of lust. Yet, just out of wanting to comfort him. Or more to be friends. Yet, she could not. It maybe to forward in his world.

"I did not mean to embarrass you, Lancelot. Although I do like that colour on you. Only enhances what I see... I find the forest with ease. Is this why you changed the subject? I'd much rather speak of how I came to find you, than some trees. Not that I do not like trees, but after seeing so many. They just you know, become trees. They are beautiful, but they are still trees. Now your embarrassing me."

She spoke as her eyes traced his face and noted the slightly different colours to his cheeks. Although she favoured his skin as it was, they were a little more warmer now. She did not wish to embarrass him, but she liked seeing his emotions. She could almost feed off of them. They were natural to her and he was wasn't any less beautiful because he showed such things. Or less than a man, if that be his thought. Then she took his question of the forest lightly, she was sure she caught it as a subject change. Yet, she could not understand why he wished to hear her views on trees. Did she wish to detail every tree in the forest? Her eyes played with him. For was this something trying to trip her again, showing her less creative side. So she said what she felt of them, yet she found only to confuse herself. She was not a shamed he embarrassed her. Keeping her on her toes was a nice thing.

"I am grateful, Lancelot. For your offer. I do not think he is mine to take... I shall ask him if I need to borrow. I have not felt my legs in some time, I'd much prefer to stay on foot. If we need to haste, then maybe he'd allow us both. Of course if you think you can stay upright at my grip."

Kory didn't much question Lancelot's offer. She was glad to it. It wasn't something she was seeking. Yet, she wasn't sure Lancelot was the one to offer something like that, but different worlds. Maybe his horse understood her better. Kory smiled. She was joking. Although Horses feed off emotions, much like her race. So once she had shown her offering. The beast knew she would not hide from him. It was his choice whether he trusted her or not. She couldn't understand the companionship so greatly. For a knight or for Warrior. She had been taught the horse was the extension of the rider. If it was wounded, it was painful, but it would heal. It would seem more painful if considered a friend. Who would risk such a friend? She had heard enough horses cries of death. If you have not heard such a thing, your heart is safe. For it so sharp it could pierce glass. It be too much if that was the sound of a great friend, she imagined. She admired this might be how Lancelot would feel. A weakness and a strength.

As their pace began again. She was content with how things were going. She questioned if he'd be the next to extend a touch. For he responded well with her last. Could he be wanting more? Did he require to be touched? Or did he prefer to touch? It would have to be both ways. She guessed.

"I am not trying to hide from you, Lancelot. If there is something you wish to know. You may simple ask it of me. I have no secret nor anything I wish hid. What good would that do?... The walls scared you off? Freedom isn't a bad thing. I am delighted you seek it... I.. It was a jest Lancelot. That you came for me. I have a wish now, Lancelot. I wish to know how you find me as a gift? I did not think I am perfectly wrapped. Then you did say special gift. We all know special isn't always in the good sense... Then I best not speak of fears if they offend you. I myself do not have much reason to fear, but if I said I had none. That would be false. I'm not sure it is wise to share my fears with a knight, you might use them against me and I do not wish you to up and leave me... I am not sure if this means I am a good distraction, but I take that as a yes. If so. I will gladly use it to my advantages, then."

She couldn't just up and hold him. She had no claim to just touching him as she wished. Kory did draw herself closer. Almost his arm touched hers as she walked. This was almost more pleasurable than the other acts she had thought of. For if they spent a lifetime just doing this, she could be ok with that. Of course, she would may have a hint of regret she never acted upon her deeper feelings. She was no one to deny such things nor any of her emotions. They were who she was. If there was something Lancelot needed to hear. She would tell him. She wasn't sure he had the time to sit down and listen to her like a book. She was not sure it would fit on pages. Her life was not all that simple and yet it was not any better or worse than another. She did like he wished to know and she wished to know about him. For as long as fate had plans for a later death, they had at least a little time to speak. Although she knew death was always around the corner, which was why she lived more by the moment. What happened, happened? She joked that the walls scared him off, it was just from the way he had said it. Yet, she wished to see such walls and a place that may keep and chase, Lancelot. For though he was here, he would always return to Camelot. Right? She gathered by all his words. Camelot was not so much home for him, maybe. He had been from somewhere once he had called home. He may not have seen anything yet to match it. She wished to know of such a place. For she was sure it was much how she viewed Valaria. As she moved along with him close beside her. Her head looked to him in between glances of the path. It was easy to say the path was not really in view. She expressed feelings with her hands, using body language to help smooth the words out to him. Was she too animated for him? Too alive? As her mind travelled to presents and wrappings. She wished to know how he wished she was dressed. Or about anything he saw. She didn't wished to be perfect, even though she knew her attraction. She knew she was blessed by her parents. She was the symbol of love. She would gladly be proud of it.

"Well I am open to being your princess more than my own. I cannot object... You needn't be sorry. It was not your doing and it wasn't yours to stop. If anything it has made me stronger. For that I am grateful for. They may had me physically, but I would not allow them the ability to break me. I knew if I bid my time well, the moment would a rise that I could find my escape. You have as much to blame as my parents for choosing it. For I could easily take the easier road to blame or find revenge for my sister, but that is not living. That would be seeking the death of me. I saw my whole world taken from me. I cannot sit and wonder what I could of done or should have. I can make sure it does not happen to another. I can turn my misfortunes into something better... That is the purpose I seek... Please for give me if I misplaced your meaning of control. For the situations have only just passed me. I may have left them behind and play little of its affect on me. My views have much changed since they happened... I understand giving yourself to someone. That was how it was where I was from. It is not getting control, it is letting it go and giving in."

She spoke full heartily now. Opened up a little of what had happened. If he wished for details, she could gladly give them. Though she may have become greater for it and grown stronger. There was no one bit of it all, Kory did not remember. She was sure it wasn't soon to leave her mind. She would just not let the memories consume her or control her life. She was so much better than that. She was pleased he was sorry for it, but there was no need. Even though she knew he did not mean it that way, but still. If not for all of it. Maybe she wouldn't of met him and yet she doubted that. She felt her body warm up as her heart spoke. Perhaps as much as Lancelot has lost before, it was much the same for her. Yet, there was so much to gain. She smiled.

"Your seeking my guidelines? I believe I left them behind. Would you care to help me find them? I do quite like being above, but I do not detest to being below. I prefer a more chain reaction, if you get my meaning. The flowing as you so delicately put it."

If Kory could read Lancelot's mind. She was laughing at not having control of herself or her urges. She was all for letting go. She was not ruled by just passion or pleasure. but be every emotion one could feel. Even some others did not feel. Yet she was all for letting go, she knew when the right time was and when to stop. She knew herself very well and yet she knew there was always more to learn. There was that thought stopping was just going to make this trip longer and she was fine with that. There was no need to rush. There was always danger to stop and though it was her purpose. She had duty to herself as well. Perhaps to this knight. This man. She could feel him itch to be closer and she took that step. Was there something in his eyes she hadn't caught before? She was sure she was finding something new every time. She laughed silently, though it was read upon her cheeks and as her eyes left his for a moment. Maybe in all this time thinking she was Captivating him. It was in truth the other way around. She just would need to brace herself. If she tied herself to him, it might not be so easy to let go. It might consume her more than anything and he might not even realise it. That in doing so she might lose herself.

"I did not choose to have magic placed within me. Although it did tingle my nerves in a nice way at times... I think I remember I pulled you! I did not mean to control you. I thought it would be harmless to try. If it was the magic and not me, then I am at ends. For I thought it was me you follow now... Warrior? But I thought you were but a knight. So you wish to win me in by your words? I did not know I was the prise nor the target. If you think my words are playing to win you, you do not know me very well. For I am sure I do not need them for that. Though I have been proved wrong before, if you can believe."

She knew bases of what he meant with the magic and that if a more heartless man had come along whether to gain or tear Kory down. If not being able to slay him or bring the man down. She knew how to be polite. She wasn't one to speak out of term if it meant to put her in something not worth her time. For a little woe she was not seeking if it effected her means to her goals. She knew how to stand up for her self without stepping the line. She played upon that he had mentioned time and time again. He was a knight. He was even dressed up as a knight. She wasn't about to fight over the differences between Warrior and Knight. Although she smiled. She could not say that he was neither. Maybe both. Just she was no knight. Her morals maybe the same, but she could not fight for one man. But for all. Who was she too choose? Who lived or who died? If she could save she would do that. If it was born, she thought it was for a reason. Whether it benefited her in anyways. She was taken back by his quick hold of her. As if he had been playing the thought over and over and until he just gave in. Her eyes fell like melted ice. Her face lightened. She could feel her body tingle. He would need to be careful. She was the ticklish kind. He might not be able to cope with her tears of joy. Her mouth parted a little in a surprise, but of joy. Her tongue beating behind her teeth. As if to much emotion, she hadn't much effort to smile. It was tried, though. Maybe it was mostly in her eyes. Her eyes searched his face, as did her hands then followed. Seeing him almost in much different way than the first moment she had embraced him. She felt the shaped of his cheeks, the base of his throat. Having a thought to grab and see if he had expected it. She gave a wondering look at it, to see his reaction, but she did not grab it. Instead her fingers traced it lightly. Moved around the bones of his eyes, the strands of hair that had fallen in its wake and then her fingers traced his mouth. She lightly placed her finger on them holding them for a couple of seconds. Pondering her next move and soaking in the moment. Who could tell when it would be their last? If she was blessed with part a second with him, she was grateful for that and asking for more was maybe asking to much. She even swallowed deeply in her throat. Catching some nerves she did not realise she had. Her head looked to him side ways, her eyes and head in some other angles. Peering to see if what she might do or they will do, will please him. She could at least try.

"Don't think this as so much as control, as letting it go."

She spoke lightly. She then offered her last smile before her mouth was not hers anymore. Her eyes soon disappeared as did her mind and her body. She had consumed herself with in his hold. She was strong and a warrior, but there was a chance she might fall into him. With little balance. She was sure the fall would not be a bad thing, for Lancelot was there. Or Sir Lancelot. As she so lovingly liked.

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Kory ..... the princess .....and the woman ..... definitely had strong effects on him, he thought to himself. The path or paths she had chosen,or had been forced to take, caused him to look critically back at his own. What exactly was he wanting to do with his life. Had he left his life as a nomadic soldier behind in exchange for a life as a Knight of Camelot. Outside of his title, he had no wealth and no lands. He would not probably marry anyone from court,plus the fact,he knew if Uther ever began exercising his duties as King again,it was likely that his knighthood would be stripped as well. Had it been wise to follow his dreams for so many years? He had attained his goal, at least temporarily. However, given King Uther and his views, his position was far from being stable and secure. A life with Gwen would have been the most likely to succeed, given what was recognized as their common stock. Lancelot may have had some French noble roots, but that meant little here in Britain.

Once he recognized the Prince's interest in Gwen, he had exercised the better part of valor and backed away, deferring to the only lord he really cared to serve. What had her life been like, he wondered. Since she had been a princess he knew it must have been far different than his. He had indeed lost everything and then had wandered from town to town, first worrying about survival, and then about sword-craft. He saw her eyes catch his, and she undoubtedly wondered what was crossing his mind. On this subject, though, he stayed silent and kept his own counsel. He saw no need to burden others with his pain, especially her. he wondered,then,just how glad that she was to have him here, by her side. At times, as they had walked he had sensed that she desired to be alone. Despite that,as he had considered before,she had not asked him to go away. He guessed that that was a good sign.

It was strange how things had worked out. If his village had not been attacked and destroyed, he would have probably would have completed his apprenticeship and gone on to become a carpenter and a word-worker. In that case he would have never gone to Camelot in search of becoming a Knight. If he would have not gone there for that purpose he would not have been there to save Merlin's life from the Gryphon and would not have been there to kill the Gryphon later and perhaps save Prince Arthur and Camelot from destruction. It was also possible that Gwen would not have lived long enough for Arthur to save her if he had not been there to intervene. Perhaps it was not all fate or all choice but an interesting mixture of the two. So,was meeting her something that was fated or part of the choice that he had made when he had decided to leave the castle for a ride through the country. He was not sure, except that if the choice was his he would stay with her as long as he could.

Lancelot could see the light come on her eyes and her sudden animation as she spoke in reference to what he had said about purpose. "Yes, I can see what you mean and you look at it. The thing is that I just don't look at is as a purpose,but as a duty when it comes to knighthood. I will not be able to see and understand that is fulfilled until the end of my days, and if it wasn't for Arthur I would not have been given a second chance at knighthood. That is what I told King Uther after I left after having the knighthood stripped the first time. Arthur said that I had already proved myself by killing the Gryphon, but the King refused to re-instate me. So I told them that I was going out to prove myself. Its just that the world will not allow you to prove yourself, I found out." He then went on to consider his words very carefully before responding.

"Yes, and I have been very fortunate to cross the paths of some very special people in my travels, several of which are in Camelot, some of which that are in the surrounding regions, and at least one that I can think of in the forest. Generally the crossing of these paths has been good for all involved, I think. Some have even possessed magic, and I haven't been badly affected by it. One I thought I might spend the rest of my life with, but it was not to be. I had buried that possibility after she went her way, and had given up it ever happening. Its only very recently that I have contemplated it again. Yes, I can see that having a purpose and belonging to another can both happen, but the belonging is much rarer, especially for a soldier like me."

He noticed that after he had replied to her words that she went silent. He wondered if she was regretting the torrent of words and ideas that she had allowed to spout fort. He just smiled at her and gave her a friendly wink. He hoped that she was not thinking badly of what she had done. She,after all, was only trying to help him. He saw that she looked at him, and gave him a smile back, which he appreciated. As they had moved on to other subjects, he had told her his nickname and that she could call him anything that she liked. She blushed slightly when both terms was mentioned. And then she spoke once more. She seemed to be happy with what he would allow her to call him. "Your actions have been very pleasing so far .... indeed."

It seemed that she was opening up some he thought, at least so she was responding verbally much more willingly. "Yes, but whether they are disasters depends on your perspective. One often doesn't find them beautiful if they affect you. I shook you to your core? No one has ever accused of that. Thank you. That is very kind of you to say. So, it appears that you believe in a mix of choice and fate, you just lean more towards the fate. I lean more toward choices. Yes, my death will come when it is my time as well. Um .... well .... there is wishing and there is what is possible. All things considered I would not consider it being stuck."

She had responded to his words with the soft touch on his cheek of her fingers. Within moments she had retreated but the warm sensation had not. he wondered why she had done it, and why he had physically reacted to the touch so strongly. He had closed his eyes when she had touched him and then when she withdrew it they opened again,and when he looked on her face he saw a smile appear on hers as if she had accomplished something. She moved much closer to him, but he saw that she stopped and went no farther. He thought she was going to reach out again, but she didn't.

He had turned red as he had tried to change the subject to the trees, and she complimented him on the colour in his cheeks, which just caused them to redden more. "Then speak on how you came to find me if you wish. A Knight does not embarrass easily." He saw that her eyes were once more probing his face, and he was not sure what it all meant, nor what she wanted from him. He knew what he wanted, but was afraid to ask for too much.

Thankfully they had moved on to the subject of his horse, and he had invited her to ride him if she so desired. She was hesitant. It was almost as if she considered Sher-Fore to be an extension of Lancelot and she did not want to interfere. "You are quite welcome, Kory. He will decide if you are welcome, not I. However, I can not see him refusing such a beautiful rider." As they walked forward he sensed that she was at least more comfortable with his presence, and perhaps even glad that he continued with her. Despite being more communicative, though, it was still difficult to read her accurately. She did seem to be weighing something in her mind.

She spoke again, and this time it seemed to be a bit more personal. "I think that neither of us is trying to 'hide' from the other, Kory, but that does not mean that we are not hiding things from the other that we don't think the other will want to know," he thought was truthful. "I know that that some of these thing you will only tell when you are ready, or when you think I am ready, and not before, so it is not necessarily fruitful that I would ask. You have nothing you wish hid ..... not even the anguish that you have recently gone through. There is much that I have seen, and even done, that I do not want be reminded of, let alone speak about. It is not that it would do good or bad, but the pain it brings when it is brought back to the surface. No .... no .... there are few things that I outright fear. The walls? Its like they are cutting off my access to the open air and the natural world that I was part of for so long. Inside them is protocol and rules and ways to behave even with people that you care not to. The outside represents not only freedom, but escape as well."

She, though,now did have a question for him. "A special gift .... yes ... you have been and are. In there own way,each person is a gift, a gift of a different value to another. You are definitely one that grows in value the more one takes time to appreciate your beauty, as well as your thoughts,since you have been willing to express them. Ahhh .... its not the packaging that's important, its the the content, and the content is quite substantial, obviously. Special here is meant in the best sense possible. Fears do not offend me. They are part of life. Its just that a Knight is not permitted those normal fears. He must overcome. A knight's only fear is failure. You have fears? You have appeared to be quite fearless at first glance. How would I or could I use them against you. I would be a foolish Knight to leave you for such shallow reasons, especially a princess such as you." He laughed at her last words, "Yes .... you are the very best of distractions. Just have mercy in how you play those advantages with this poor Knight, eh?," he smiled once more.

He did not know what she would do next, but he did see that she was allowing herself to drift closer to him as they progressed through the forest. Even though she was allowing herself to be closer,he still noted some hesitancy in her body language. She was not one to give in to trust too easily. He saw that only inches separated them. he wondered how she would react, or if she would react, if they did touch. Touching though was different than talking. He wondered how willing she would be to just give of her own personal history and feelings. He knew from personal experience that people who went through personal trauma,even if they escaped it, couldn't talk about it. He did wonder as well whether she had concrete plans for a final destination, or if she was trying to put miles between her and any possible pursuers. He also saw that from time to time she spied looks at him, as if she was trying to figure him out. To that he smiled, since both males and females had tried to figure him out before. He could see that she was quite animated when she talked while he let his actions often speak for him. The way she was dressed was another thing that constantly brought his attention back to her. "Is this your normal dress, or is it the way it is for ease of movement when you travel, or just what they dressed you in in your captivity?"

"You will always be a princess to me. Whether you want to recognize yourself as such is another matter. Yes, I know that it was not something that I was responsible for or could control, but I am still sorrowful that you had to endure it. No,I would not suspect you could be broken easily, at least not in traditional ways. It is wise to not hold grudges. Often revenge has ironic ways it plays itself out. It is good that you have taken it and have tried to turn it in a good way. I think that it is not an easy thing for you to just let go and give in, especially to another person, no matter how close."

He could see just by her body language that she was beginning to loosen up and be more willing to let herself go and let him in more. She smiled wider and seemed about ready to speak from the heart. "So you are saying that you have no ..... guidelines. It sounds as if you do not care to have any either. Does that mean that you do not see yourself as having any natural limits .... that you judge by the situation. Despite the fact that your guidelines are not hard and fast you do seem to have your preferences and you seem to be the type that is used to getting your way," he chuckled. Normally, he thought, a person with her views was the one in control, but he felt that was not necessarily the case here. In fact, he almost got the feeling that he was pulling her in now.

He listened her talk about some detail about what had happened to her. So, apparently she was not a sorceress, at least not in practical terms, but spells had been used against her. That explained her speech and its change. What caused it he wondered. It all seemed to have been triggered by the kiss he thought. "Yes, of course, who would choose such a thing? Whether you meant to or not, princess, that is what happened, and the fact of the matter is that I really did not want to resist it, too much. Hmmmm ...... well ..... few things are really completely harmless, in that you took control of my body, and along with it, my feelings. That may be, but it is difficult to separate you from the magic when its happening. It is a different magic now, not the controlling magic of another but you own natural magic that is yours. Yes, you may be a warrior, with all of the strength, skill, and toughness, but you are a woman as well, and a beautiful one. I think you hide the softer side, but it is still there, if one wants to take the time to seek it," and he now took her wrist in one of his hands. "Oh, I am a Knight, but I am much more too, just as you are more than a Warrior. You will decide what is needed to win you over," as he took her other wrist. "it will be entirely up to you, not me."

He released her wrists, but in doing so they moved close together, stopping on the trail. He saw and felt her hands and fingers go to his neck and face, and her actions had the effect of bringing their faces close together. He could see the colour in her face, the electricity in her eyes, and feel the heat from her face and body. He could see, though, the apparent energy build up in her face, almost a sense and force of anticipation that cried out for release, and the they surged together. He heard her words, and simply mumbled, "whatever." He saw her last smile before their lips were both one and also inside the other, as his body, big as it was, completely enclosed hers, and the kiss simply went on and on. He pulled her up off her feet, then lifted her in a fireman's carry and set her down in a grassy thicket just next to the path .....

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It was beginning to be clear. That whatever connection Kory had with Lancelot it was getting closer. Every step. Every gesture and every word. Was bringing them closer. A friendship, that could survive a century perhaps. Then she truly couldn't say she or he could trust one another so vastly. Perhaps along things journey they could find that. There were so many ways of love. Kory knew that well. It seemed common to imagine love of expressed to a lover or family. Who was to say, blood meant you were family. Friends could be just as loved. Maybe this was something that could be the stepping stone of their relationship. Where ever it maybe leading. Surely, if there was someone else in his life. She was not going to push. Not if he didn't want her.

Her eyes ran over his features. Watching as he was taking in her words. Thinking everything over. It wasn't a case she was trying to make him question everything he had done to get him here. She was merely trying to keep him focused. Everyone along the way, steps of their path and need a little guiding. Even though in the literal sense, Kory was lost. She knew where she was. Every now and then, she also can need some guiding. She liked he questions her ways. When one looked at something one way, there was always another way one could look at it.

"With purpose like ours, you cannot quit pursuing it. Maybe you just need to keep looking. Sometimes the hardest person to find, is yourself. It can be quite easy to lose and you won't even know it... You still love her, I can tell. I wouldn't be quick to say it isn't the same for her. Emotions may change, but they never fade..."

She was flattered by the smile and the wink. For all she was trying to was help. To Guide. What was life? But a series of lessons and teachings. She hardly knew everything, just as much as Lancelot did. Kory was pleased, he was beginning to read her emotions a little better. They were who she was. Sometimes her emotions can a like a ball ready to burst. Sometimes like a ripple on the water. What ever way they were going to brought out. Kory felt everything. She toyed at the idea of his silences as she had given him the choice of her names. She was sure he was brewing some ideas in his head already. It amused her. Although she imagined they'd all be sweet. She smiled a little more as he mentioned the so far being pleased by her actions. Maybe it was a means to be careful in the future, but she hardly doubted she would be.

"Do I need to be more clear about your skills, Lancelot? I am not sure it is so much accusing of, more fact and I meant it. I can say, if this was a choice this moment, then I 100 times over choose it... Oh, you choose to be stuck with me. I admire that even more. "

It wasn't so much something to accomplish, as so much as just getting some sort of reaction. She had only expressed the touch as to show a little more than just some words. It wasn't to benefit from her side, more his. An offering as it maybe wiser to describe. Although she did wish to touch him and feel something beneath her fingers. It was a nice touch. Who was she to deny that. Her pupils brightened as his skin changed some more. She couldn't see how this was really changing his appearance in such a bad way. It was just his emotions surfacing. She smiled sweetly, for he seemed like it was something he shouldn't have. There couldn't be much he could do to change it. His emotions were what he was, whether he understood them or not. She had barely begun to bang on his door and bring him out. He was much already out, all by himself. Maybe just a little more of a push. His emotions maybe more easy to take.

"That's the thing I don't know, but I want to know how it happened. Then again maybe just the fact it happened, is more important. Maybe not, then I am looking at the man... I dare say he is attracted to something with a few more legs, but thank-you."

She lifted her shoulders then dropped them as she couldn't have a perfect answer for why, how she managed to be blessed with an opportunity to have some sort of friendship, with someone like him. Whatever the reasoning behind it, they had met and she had to believe. There was something to gain from this. There was something to be taught. To teach. She wasn't about to push how a knight reacts, for she couldn't know. She only was really looking at the man. Not everyone could be the mask forever. Her lips smiled as Lancelot spoke of how his steed viewed her. She wasn't sure the steed and Lancelot saw her the same way, but it was sweet if it was. Again she smiled.

"I am ready Lancelot. Just simply extend your desire to know and I shall grant it. I cannot read your mind, so I cannot say when it is you that is ready to listen... All my past is my past. It has shaped me, but it isn't what rules me. I rarely look back to reflect, more they are just memories. I cannot change the past and I wouldn't wish to. There is nothing wrong with feeling pain. Sometimes its my means to something good to feel... It isn't Camelot. Your so much running away from. Just sounds like your just seeking more knowledge. More of who you are. Where ever it is you are from, that was who you were. That was all you knew, how you saw the world. Then it was taken. You now see a much bigger world and everything you believed has changed. You might be just seeking that comfort you once had."

It was hard to pin point how to explain that she had no secrets. There really was nothing to hide. It wasn't something she had really thought about. She could see from his eyes why she should. She dealt with moments how they were and moved on. If they were brought to the surface again, then so be it. They were meant to be felt and there wasn't nothing wrong with how she felt. How Lancelot spoke of the Literal of leaving Camelot to seek something else as if it was choking him. She wasn't sure it was so much Camelot chasing him away. If it was such a dread, he wouldn't return. She knew well of how simple and comfortable life felt when she was but a child. Valaria was all the world she really knew. Her safety. If not for this push, she probably would be still there and never took that leap.

Her world, her family was now gone. As if she had died and now this was a new world. She could be easily victim to finding something to fill what she had lost. Perhaps this was the same for him. For was not freedom everywhere. It was maybe a natural thing to something to fight it. Much like good and evil. Balance. Maybe Freedom would be taken for granted if not for these. Kory wasn't about to explore that anymore.

"I guess I haven't been overly coy with my emotions or my mind... You are welcomed to keep appreciating my beauty and my thoughts. While you are frustrated with my insides verses my outsides. Both are just as important. Your words bring me joy. It isn't a matter of me being fearless or if I have them. Just a matter of casting them a side, really. I do not have many, but I am not afraid to back down... If it would better your outcome, maybe... I will keep that in mind, Sir Lancelot

There was much for Kory to respond with. She was merely enjoying his choice of words. Expressing himself and it amused her in a good way. She loved knowing how she came across. Her appearances and her actions. For his views on them she needed to know. Feel his emotions. It was a nice feeling to feel beautiful in another's eyes. Not everyone saw things in the same way, even if they are not blinded. Some are attracted to someone and others aren't. He wasn't just attracted to her because she was beautiful. That was a little one sided. Maybe how he detailed her hair was in a different way than to hers or another. Were his blushes not an emotion from inside? She smiled. For in truth these were just simple gestures, she simply liked. Who didn't? She had seen the direction to lead to her outfit, but it seemed something he must have been questioning. Finally asking.

"This is not much different before I was taken. In Valaria it was common to dress as little or more as we liked. I am just as comfortable with a lot less, usually nothing. I know it is not the same for everywhere else, it is not my place to change that... I'm not offended to be a princess I will always be that. I just differ on where it should place me... Love was everywhere in Valaria. In every kind of way. The letting go can be a climb, but it is quite something once your past that."

Her clothes were normal to her as was nudity. It wasn't something she thought was anything to be strange or weird. It was merely the reflection of the herself. Her openness on the outside was just reflecting how open she was inside. One in the same. She knew not everywhere stood by such thoughts and she wasn't in position to change that. She could dress more. In some way she would still make it her statement, just being respectful during it. She couldn't question his, that was clear. Not that she was opposed to his Camelot armour. It was quite fetching, If she did say so herself. Her parents created a princess and that was what Valaria was given. She was at a time set to be queen. There was not a part of her that did not want that. In Valaria, such things differed. Yet, in the end she was Kory first. She wasn't one to place someones importance before or below her own.

"I may seem limitless, but freedom has responsibilities. I value Loyalty, Trust and Respect quite highly, as well as other things. I do not think I am so easily placed in types and I do not always get my way. I am just more spirit free. I go with my emotions. There are boundaries, but they aren't my focus."

Pulling in her in was a subtle way of putting it. He was toying with her mind. Making her question and really seek deeply. It was nice. She had not had such a conversation in a long time. For though in captivity it was rather lonely despite she was hardly left alone. There was one that may have understood her, but didn't care to listen.

"I wasn't sure it was going to work. I guess we'll never know had it be someone else, if it had been different. It made it more enjoyable anyways. Such a dangerous thing magic and yet can be exciting. Almost makes me think it is more inner magic. For I think I still fill hints of it remain... Then that could be another emotion I cannot quite understand yet. Maybe soon my natural magic will rub into be a friendship that connects us... I am what ever you wish to place me Lancelot. Warrior. Woman. I am both. Hmmm. My softer side. I guessed it slipped. Still there? I fear Lancelot you have not seen me just yet. I can be very gentle... Well, so far I am liking how you play it. Not that this is a game. "

She did not make to pull her wrists free. It did not reminder her or bring have painful memories. These actions were not the same. For the emotions behind was different and Kory could see that. His words were golden. She loved this confident side that was coming out and the man before her eyes. He was all that a knight stood for. To be Noble even Noble to ones own emotions. There wasn't so much a case of winning Kory. Her companionship was free it was merely there to be taken, but it had to be proven worthy to take. In his actions as well as his words and how he expressed them. She felt the tight warmth of his grasp. It was a nice touch, She had wished for him to catch her and he had. Just as he had took her wrists he soon returned them. It was very sweet. She hadn't to worry that he would have grabbed them and wouldn't return them. She would show more and more trust as they went along. She hadn't had such a joyous moment in a very long time. So it was possible the emotions were high because of that. The freezing moment of when she ran her eyes and her touch upon his face. He felt her softness, but felt her spark beneath. Her emotions that were flagged. How could such a moment be denied? It was of pure joy. His final words amused her. He had given into whatever the emotions laid between them. There hadn't been much of a plan to kiss him again. Though he offered and she wasn't to say no. For she wished it. It had somewhat surprised he had carried her to the grounds. This had to have been more out of being the moment than his plan. Her lips were the whole time his. She had let out some joyful laughs as she was carried and set down. His hands upon her waist tickled her and her body responded. Her eyes filled with a few tears of joy. As he tickled her. A slight delightful pain. As she kissed him some more. Her hand played upon his cheek. Her eyes playfully now watching his. Soon she found her lips and smiled.

"If I keep distracting you we'll never get anywhere and I fear I have not eaten in years, it feels. Shall we? Oh and best keep that I'm ticklish to yourself. Our secret."

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As he grabbed her wrists he did not feel the warrior respond, but the woman, and the woman made no attempt to escape his grip. Even though they had become much more like friends it was not a response that he expected. Given her experience as a captive and a slave in her own country he had expected some resistance. The look in her eyes was not someone that wanted to escape, but much more inviting. Still, he had not felt that such a move by him to be very Knightly. However, even when he released her she did not take the opportunity to establish distance. In fact, he even thought he might see a smile on her face beginning ton form. He knew that he could not force himself on her, he would not permit it of himself, and the warrior in her he thought would fight it.

They would only be closer if it was her idea and she permitted it. Every sign he looked for, though,seemed to indicate that she was more than open to this development. But what exactly was she interested in, he had to wonder,but he could not pin down. Did she want to be pursued, and did he want him to be the one to pursue her. He thought in his own mind that there were many more worthy than he. She almost seemed to have developed a level of trust in him, but he did not know why. He had no reason why, instead of moving away, she moved closer, putting her hands on to his face, and moving them closer and closer, until he bent down to give her a long kiss. There was no resistance from her so he had pushed the envelope a bit more.

He thought that it was a surprise to her that he had picked her up and carried her the small distance to the grassy patch. He heard her laugh for the first time as if she was being tickled, kissed her a couple of more times before setting her down on her back, with he on all fours over her. Somewhat surprisingly she had a welcoming smile for him and she spoke with the smile still on her face. "I don't mind the distractions, much," he said with a smile of her own. So, she was more interested in food than anything else. It was a hint to him that right now she wasn't interested in anything more than friendship or a deeper commitment than that either. As long as the thought of Gwen was still in his heart it probably was not a wise thing either. So, even out here there was no escaping thoughts of the likely future queen, he thought as he sighed sadly to himself. "Yes .... if that is your desire ....Princess. And what do you suggest. Camelot is not far, but you will probably want to to find something to eat before we reach there, unless you wish to bypass the city altogether. Of course ..... milady .... it will be as if it never happened," he said with a smile as he helped her to her feet. It would be much more in keeping with his Knightly responsibilities to help his new friend on her way, he thought to himself.

[kory]

There was a vast difference. A very vast difference to his grasp than to those of her past. The emotions and the feelings she got from the people in the past moments. Were not even in any of these actions, Lancelot made. There was that sense he was maybe questioning his moves thinking it may up set her. She admired that. She much liked a aggressive actioned man with care. It was a nice combination. Parts of her hormones begged he'd hold tighter, but she was not sure he would be able to handle that. Not just now. He seemed the somewhat courtly type. Kory called it Chasing. Although Kory saw vast differences to how she liked one to court her. So far he had courted her right. Somehow, she wasn't sure he would be ready for past kissing stage. She was quite thrilling to take on, in many situations and he was not prepared. That she was sure of.

In reality, it had been only 24 hours since she was freed. Now she was never one to complain about her stamina. She was always one to keep on going, but she knew her body was seeking. It wasn't up to speed as it once was. Or really her emotions. She had done the weeping she had felt she needed to take of her chest. Gone past the anger stage, the revenge thoughts and placed them behind her. Yet, she was still left with the after damage of such emotions. If Lancelot had ever felt such emotions, he was probably not prepared to take on how many Kory took on daily. For her it was normal. Not always were her emotions happy. Although most of the time they were. She felt everything along the way.

She could feel Lancelot holding back. Maybe questioning not only her background, but his morals. Until he was secure within himself, it was wise just to keep with the more friendly of touchings. Although, she so wanted to just slap across his face and realise the moment was what mattered. Who was there to say this wasn't morally, right? Something had led him to this very moment, his emotions and Kory knew well these emotions were never wrong. He shouldn't feel ashamed for these emotions. It was much like questioning you inner voice, we all have one. Yet, the morals which were trying to stop him were also emotions. Until he could put his emotions in check as well as his morals. It needed to be cooled.

From the moment of Kory's escape. She had barely nothing in her mind save not letting such sort of things happen again. There was just that feeling was she ever going to find a place anywhere. Find a place for her heart. She hadn't expected to be shown a choice so early. It pleased her mind, that there was a chance there could be a peace in this new world, where her heart could truly be. She had expected Loneliness was going to be her sacrifice, but maybe there was hope it wouldn't. She was denied such things for 6 years and she expected it might just stay the same. Instead of being trapped in someone else's hold, she may just end up trapped in her own world, alone. This was defiantly shining a light that there maybe more need of her in this new world. If this was only to lead to a friendship, she could die happy to know someone knew her and remembered her fondly.

Her mouth then played upon his again and again. Every time was like she was meeting him for the first time again. If there was any thought he maybe questioning his worth. He needed to stop it. For he was all that screamed special and importance to Kory. She knew she could and she was sure she already had. Opened her heart and promised to care for him greatly. She took such ties to friends to a very high place. He was her family now. She might even trust her life in his hands and even her heart, so easily crushable. Her hands that played upon his face, brought down to his chest. Her finger circling where his heart was. If thee be truly for another. She would not stand in his chances of happiness. If he needed to talk about such a thing and share his doubts. Kory was his ears. He needn't worry to crush Kory's emotions, she was stronger in many ways. When Kory saw her hints of her soul mate in him, she meant it. Not all soul mates come with being lovers and marriage. They are surrounded with being great friends. She was probably not the one he was in love with or will be later on. Though his heart could express the love of a friend as she was feeling for him.

Yet, she did wish for moments like this one, but one was enough. She could remember it like every thought, emotion and memory she had, remember them forever. She almost felt her body naturally object to her head and heart. Trying to hold to him that little bit tighter. Weeping to the fact that this soon could be their last chance. Although the moment seemed rather short, it had taken some time upon the ground. If Kory had a little more strength, she would have turned the tables so to speak. Maybe, weakening his escape. Seeking just a few more memories she could think of fondly. Yet, she could feel there were many more memories for them in the future. Where ever it may lead. In the next life, maybe things will be more simple and straight forward. At least for Lancelot. Her tight grasp loosened as he tickled her. Her body loosened. Her tears bubbled out and ran down her cheeks. As laughter covered her lips and muffled by his. Her hand played in his hair, maybe trying to pull him off, but with little effort as she really didn't want him too stop. She was just not going to shake off this feeling of safety with him. Not safety so much as the literal sense, but more safety of being her self. She felt so secure of any doubts she had and she barely wished to move on just yet. She could happily remain where they were until the world crumbled. She wouldn't feel fear because he would go with her. Where ever it was. These were selfish and he did have people that were possibly missing him. Needed him more than she did. She just wished this wouldn't end with her never seeing him again. If he needed her ears in any situation she wanted to offer them. Her shoulder perhaps. A warrior needs some guidances sometimes. Reminding and so did she.

"Never happened? I did not mean it in that sense. For this will forever be imbedded in me. Don't confuse, you are all what is rightly put together. You are only guessing you know me, I must prove that you can trust me, as I am already trusting you. I have barely escaped with my life and I dare say I am not fit for anything if I am not fully charged. As it were... We'll see then if I change your mind about me... I think I best put the choice in your hands, Lancelot. You know these places better than I do. I am fit for wild deer around a camp fire. Or some well built inn. Although something that comes with being low key would be, wise. I'd like to be remembered fondly."

As she had spoken her desire for food. The mood seemed to slowly die until it just seemed to just being a shadow of what it once was. He seemed gutted and confused. Maybe confusing his emotions would lead to him figuring them out, but she didn't wish to see him sad. Nor wish to be silent to it. Her eyes watched as he got up, as the moments of his lips were still fresh on her mind. She took on his words, it appeared he was trying to bypass emotions that were clear upon his face and bypassing what had happened. Her eyes played upon him, trying to read what he was trying not to say and her eyes fell upon the ground. Her heart had been lit by the moment that had barely past and now with the sudden distance. Was there a way to say her earlier thoughts, that coming with her was his choice. For she didn't want him to leave her. Was he thinking, she was truly that cold? That she was brushing him off for something of lesser worth. She was little a hurt she wasn't going to deny that. She was even hurt that he had turned her simple kind jest and stabbed her with it. She knew he meant his last words out of kindness, but still. Now, she wasn't about to let herself throw it back at him, but she would a little bit.

As his hand led her back to her feet. Her eyes regained more focus upon him. Feeling a little more like a shell, but she soon felt her fire return. Her hand lightly played under his chin as she began her words. Making sure his eyes and focus were upon them, upon her. She was gentle and she was kind. No jest so much now. For her heart wished to speak for the truth just at this time. In the midst of her words, her hand then moved to his cheek and she smiled. Then she returned her hand to her side as she spoke of the choice of the destination was his. Such a choice was not much in her mind, when she wished Lancelot not to read her incorrectly. Although she wished it a more quiet place where ever it may be. She had shook Lancelot, mostly for the good, but he was right that not all would have. She couldn't know whom to trust and she was very easy to trust everyone. She was but a teen when she was taken and her innocences can take the best of her. She is all for coming in and making her statement. She wasn't one to hide who she was. She wouldn't wish to make everyone hate her. All her reasoning would be to help them. Any who needed it. She didn't wish to be remembered for making things worse or that she was all but needed. Surely, they needed her. Or someone did!

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