Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Dec 24, 2011 0:00:38 GMT -5
It has been quite some time since she last step foot into the city of Camelot. In fact, she found herself quite certain that the last time was when she had still been Queen of Balor and hanging off the arm of Janus. Icy blue eyes scanned the crowds as she slowly maneuvered her way around the people of Camelot, it's streets alive with Market Day. People were shouting and beckoning, trying to sell their goods off as the best and only they had the best offers for anything: fabrics, scarves, fruit, anything. Faerydae Moritary said nothing though, she simply smiled and continued on walking through the crowds. This bravery to enter Camelot came out of no where, but she had very much just wanted to see the changes that it was supposedly going through. After all, with Uther dead and his son taking up the throne, there had been whispers of a new Albion coming through.
Yet, this was all speculation and thought. It was hard to gage a young king this early in the game, but as Prince, he certainly had matured over the years from the stories that she had heard of his behavior. And of course, there had been that brief run in within the Balor woods. The Prince had shown his horse a great respect, and perhaps that was all Faerydae had needed to witness to believe that he would make a good king. Although, one could never be certain. After all, everybody had their secrets, from what she understood, Morgana Le Fey did and look at where those secrets put her. Secrets and royal families, if there was one thing that she learned from her time as Queen is that they always went hand in hand, she herself would have known that from her own share. Thankfully, no magic had lived in her bloodline or else she probably would have been a dead woman, not just a traitor to her people and king.
A snort escaped the animal besides her now. Ice blue eyes glanced over at the white stallion besides her now, his gaze ahead of them at a street up ahead that moved away from the market place. Faerydae could not help but to allow a smile grace her lips, after all, the wild horse of the Elder breed did not enjoy these large crowds hte life beyond the city wall. No doubt he was annoyed at their venture into Camelot for her own amusement and did not view them as being in a safe area at all. It had been one thing to be in a small town, but for the horse, a great city was an entire different thing. The gawks the white horse got as he moved through the crowds of people would be enough to set him off it were not for his companion, Faerydae, walking right besides him, "Oh Silver, it is not the end of the world," she informed the horse, but clearly, according to him, it very well could be.
Silver merely let out a whinny before he surged forward into the crowd now, moving with such pride that he expected people to move out of his way as he quickly freed himself of the crowds and waited by the corner of a street. Faerydae glanced one more time at the market before she went to join him and began to walk again once more with him. The people in the street slowly began to fade away now, leaving only the young woman and her horse to be the ones walking through the streets. Something felt eeire about it to her, although, she wasn't sure why. Glancing over her shoulder, Faerydae saw nobody there. Perhaps living on her own and being an exile has made her weary of a lot of things and slowly, she did begin to realize her mistake of coming to Camelot. In the end, it just was not safe here. It was not safe anywhere but the woods, and that was saying something since she got attacked more times than she could count there.
The stallion stopped in his tracks now, causing her to stop as well as they glanced around now at the streets surrounding them. She glanced back over her shoulder once more at the way to which they had come, but being lost in her thoughts, Faerydae found herself realizing that she wasn't entirely sure as to how she was suppose to get back to the great gates. Icy blue eyes glanced back over at her companion now, "Do you know the way back, Silver?" she asked the horse, his amber eyes glancing about before he shook his head slightly in a no. Well, that was never a good sign and Faerydae glanced around one more time, trying to figure something out. She did not wish to ask for directions, there was always that nerve racking issue that somebody may actually recognize her as the exiled Queen of Balor. Of course though, they could not just stay here.
Heaving a heavy sigh, she started to walk again once more, taking a right, "Come on Silver, I'm sure if we walk down, we'll end up in the lower town once more." Her voice held little certainy, and the stallion could sense it. His ears flickered at her voice for a moment before he slowly moved after her and once again, took the lead.
occ; My muse is lacking =/ sorry for this awkward post. It is open to anybody!
