In Need Of Assistance (Maeve)

[Caitrin de Archer]

Caitrin pulled at the reigns of her horse as the texture of the road changed. The horse didn’t react to her as quickly as the mare Caitrin usually rode did, but at least it did slow its pace. Caitrin was out riding in the forests near to her Uncle’s home again, she knew she should have an escort, but she wanted some peace and quiet, just for a little while anyway. Her Uncle hadn’t quite forgiven her yet with the whole business of her running away but she was sure he would soon get over it; he would have to eventually.

He would probably be annoyed at her for venturing out alone, but she had no intention of running off again. Her Uncle was not trying to force her hand into some random nobleman’s so she had no quarrel with him for the time being so all was right with the world. She held tightly to the horses reign’s as the beast reacted to the rockier and less worn terrain. This was an odd bit of the forest to be riding in, and Caitrin considered continuing on foot for a few moments, but the horse seemed to be managing just fine so she continued as she was.

Camelot had been incredibly dull lately. There had been few additions to their colourful court so Caitrin had not felt tempted by any of the men, she hadn’t even bothered to tease many of them. That was the problem with having the same faces at court; they all already knew your ways. Caitrin had therefore been spending more of her time riding or just lazing around her Uncle’s estate. Hopefully things would pick up soon, if they did not Caitrin was sure that she would die of boredom. She hadn’t even been practising her magic very much, Uther had been cracking down on magic in the past year and Caitrin valued her life, so magic had been put away in her mind for the time being.

As Caitrin continued down the road she saw that the terrain was not getting any easier to ride upon. It was quite rocky and she frowned, deciding that it might be a better idea to turn back. She tugged gently at the horses reigns and was not prepared for what happened next. The horse was obviously startled by her sudden movement and leapt up onto two legs. Caitrin had been holding onto its reigns tightly but obviously not tight enough. She was thrown off the back of the beast, onto the cold ground below. Caitrin didn’t have time to scream before her head hit the rocky crevice by the side of the road; knocking her out cold.

In the horses haste to get away it took a step backwards, one hoof clipping the end of Caitrin’s leg, tearing some of the skin away before the horse made off in the opposite direction, leaving its rider quite helpless by the side of the road.

Tags: Maeve
Timeline: At the end of the series 1-2 gap
Setting: The Forest Roads
Injuries: Broken arm (left), nasty wound to the head which rendered her unconscious, nasty wound to the right leg and minor cuts/bruises
Dress: Riding cloak, blue silk dress

[Maeve]

Maeve was traveling the realm outside her own; the world. One that held so much violence...so much destruction...yet, so much hope. She was not one to give up on her people or the peace that she knew everyone could attain if only they came together. But for now, she was simply searching...venturing further and further away with only the help of her riding companion, MIrshann, as well as Haldir, the healer and a warrior of her realm. With these two she traveled well from Mabon, journeying the world, as a hopeful seeker of peace. She wore her long purple cloak which flowed past her feet, covering the backside of the horse. Her hood was over her head, to protect herself from the cool wind blowing in the air.

The travels thus far had been fairly peaceful, which is why it was unusual when Maeve suddenly but gently pulled the reigns to stop Mirshann. Haldir immediately followed suit, and stopped his own horse. Mani syrdaer lle He questioned, filled with concern. Maeve paused before answering, creating a temporary silence. Eller air mystaeli. She answered, sensing another presence among them. She could feel it. There was a pain surrounding them.....someone was injured. Haldir reflexively but subtly reached for his sword which was well concealed under his own cloak.

Maeve followed the source and it did not take long to find it. A young girl collapsed on the ground, clearly unconscious. Maeve swiftly glided off her horse and rushed towards the girl, immediately dropping to her knees beside her. On tia paes. She said in a breathless whisper, feeling her eyes fill with tears. She gently placed her hand on the young woman's forehead, closing her eyes and entering a deep trance within moments. She opened her eyes, knowing that there were wounds too deep for her to heal on her own. And this, Haldir knew as well. He joined her at her side and also knelt down next to the woman. Maeve moved her hand so that Haldir could put his own in its place. He placed it on the injured woman's head, closing his eyes and whispering a few poetic words under his breath.

Maeve knew there was no need to enter herself into the woman's unconscious mind in the form of a dream ((to reassure her that she would be fine)), for she would be healed soon enough. But it did not stop the tears from forming in her eyes, allowing a single one to slowly trail down her cheek. She may not know the woman, but that did not make it easy to bare witness to seeing her in such a way. As well as feeling the pain emanating from her. It took Haldir a few moments but soon enough, he opened his eyes and rose to his feet. Re shor shi' tereva. Maeve felt a wave of relief consume her, so gladhad found her just in time. Sal ille. She thanked. She felt Haldir take a few steps away, leading his horse away and leaving Mirshann. He did not have to say where he was going for Maeve to know.

For the two of them knew each other well enough. Haldir knew that Maeve would want to stay with the girl until she was healed. Maeve knew that Haldir did not want to be around when she awoke. While Haldir was not a cruel man, he did not like the company of humans....for reasons that most other races of magic disliked them. Besides, if the young woman heard their words in her unconscious state, she would know that they had used magic to heal her...which was also why Haldir did not stray too far, for such a revelation could easily cost them their lives if they were not careful. You will be fine, She said in the softest of voices, taking one hand of the woman's in her own so that she would not feel alone in their crippled state.

They could not cause the wounds to totally disappear, such as her many cuts and bruises, but they were able to clear her head injury and ensure that her accident had not cost her her life. Maeve was not even sure if she would be mobile when she arose, as they could not predict how the body reacted to their powers of healing until it was strong enough to rise on its own. So all Maeve could do now was wait for her to awaken....holding her hand, and silently praying in foreign words, native to her home, under her breath.

[Caitrin de Archer]

Caitrin couldn’t really explain how she felt. She felt like she wasn’t in her body, which was an odd thing to feel, no, she was dreaming wasn’t she? That made more sense, she couldn’t really see anything, she could just see the darkness. She was aware of little apart from that, and a part of her was hoping she was just dreaming, and not something more fatal. She was trying to remember what had happened, how she had actually ended up like this. She had been out riding hadn’t she? Yes that made sense, but why was she like this?

She could hear a voice, or at least she thought she could hear a voice, speaking with words Caitrin could not understand. She gathered it was a woman speaking; that was about all she could manage before she felt darkness consume her once more and she wasn’t aware of anything, not even the womans voice.

When Caitrin felt something again, it wasn’t anything pleasant, she could just feel pain. Her head was throbbing, that was the first thing she was aware of, and then her arm and leg felt like they were screaming out in pain at her as well. All in all, Caitrin had preferred not being able to feel anything, now she just felt like she was in utter agony.

“You will be fine.” The voice was there again, but now Caitrin could understand the words this time. She almost wanted to be amused at the words, she didn’t feel fine in any sense of the word. Caitrin could feel something warm wrapped around her hand, and she finally thought to open her eyes, and see the damage for herself.

It took longer than she meant it to open her eyes. When she did it took her a while to focus, she tried to lift her head but that hurt too much so she forgot that idea and just focussed on getting her eye sight to get to single vision. She blinked again, why was the daylight so strong anyway? As she focussed, a face swam into view, it took a long hard stare to realise it was a woman looking down at her. Something within Caitrin panicked straight away, she started, pressing herself up against the ground, slightly shuffling away from the woman, only then noticing the woman was holding her hand. Hang on, what on earth was going on?

Her eyes were still widened with panic, “W-Who are you?” She asked, only then realising how quiet her voice was, “Why am I-?” She started, trying to remember what had happened. She knew she had been riding, wait, her horse had been spooked. Where the hell was it now? She remembered the horse going up on two legs, so she assumed she’d been thrown off, but that didn’t explain who this woman was, or why she was by her side.

[Maeve]

Maeve felt that instant panic that filled the young woman when she awoke to see her. It was understandable, but that alarm mixed in with her pain, made Maeve feel guilty for contributing to the woman's already distressed state. Te pain she sensed from her was overwhelming, making Maeve wish all the more that she could completely alleviate it from her. Knowing this was an impossibility, it instead caused her eyes to slightly moisten with tears. No one deserved to be in such a pained state, regardless of who they were or what they did. When the woman began to shift away from Maeve, she released her hand, giving her that required space for she knew that with her wounds, she would not be able to move far.

But Maeve was not about to leave her here on her own, as it seemed that she had no companions nearby. "You mustn't move so quickly, she spoke in a soft, but concerned voice. It was spoken with gentleness as it was not a harsh demand on her part. Only a request that would aid Caitrin in her current state. You are greatly injured, and your mobility is hindered. At least that would somewhat explain where the pain was originating from. My name is Maeve, she went on to answer, knowing that it was only appropriate to answer her valid question. I found you like this, and I wish to help you if you will permit me to do so. Whether it was just by offering her company, or helping her return to her home.

[Caitrin de Archer]

Caitrin was still getting over the initial shock of there being a woman leaning over her before she could even think of anything else. Her head was still throbbing and as she had shifted she had noticed how much pain her right arm was in, she wanted to move her left arm to check her right was alright but she could do little but just feel the pain; so far she was failing at moving any part of her body. Instead she tried to shift herself slightly into a more comfortable position but she failed at that as well and just let herself fall into the uncomfortable ground; that was less effort anyway.

Her attentions were directed up to the woman again as she spoke, telling Caitrin not to move. She noticed the womans eyes were moist and Caitrin had to blink a few times to see if what she saw was right. Why was the woman upset? Caitrin supposed she must look a state, and perhaps that was distressing in itself, but then Caitrin panicked somewhat, fearing the womans moist eyes could be because of some more worrying reason than Caitrin’s current state. No, everything would be fine wouldn’t it? She had said she would be fine, or at least Caitrin thought she had.

Caitrin listened to the woman as she spoke again, telling her what injuries she had sustained. Right, so in other words she wouldn’t be moving anytime soon; fantastic. Caitrin managed a small sort of smile as Maeve introduced herself, “I’m Caitrin, Caitrin de Archer.” There was no harm in this woman knowing her name, Caitrin was at her most vulnerable anyway so what did keeping names private matter now?

“Help me?” Caitrin asked, trying to shift herself again and had more luck than her previous attempts, “Can you help me?” Her voice was outlined in concern, Caitrin didn’t mean for her tone to sound as urgent as it did, but she had no idea of the extent of her injuries, and she just wanted to know she would be ok.

[Maeve]

Maeve would have deeply curtsied had she been standing. But she was still near the ground, next to the woman who now identified herself as Caitrin. Lady Caitrin, it is an immense honor to make your acquaintance though I wish we could have met under better circumstances. She did not know the de Archer family, but that did not make it any less of a privilege to meet her. Maeve never took such things for granted, for every encounter with a person was a wonderful thing. Or at least started with a positiveness, until something could happen to drastically alter that. In this case, she did not fear violence from Caitrin. In fact, she felt nothing from her that made her suspect the young woman of hostility.

She watched her attempt to move, before Caitrin asked her for assistance. Maeve was all to happy to comply, and to hear that Caitrin was taking her up on her offer to aid her. Of course, she said without an ounce of reluctance. She moved to Caitrin's side, very gently taking her arm and putting it over her shoulder to help her sit up in a more comfortable position. It will be difficult to walk. May I suggest that just for now, you lean against this tree to support your back. Until you are better able to stand. Which... Maeve was not sure how long it would take. Though I have a camp very close, if you would like to recover there? Maeve offered, knowing that at least that way, she could offer the young woman food and drink to help her keep up her strength.

[Caitrin de Archer]

Caitrin managed a small smile at Maeve as the woman announced it was an honour to make Caitrin’s acquaintance. She wondered if the woman knew her family at all, of course they were quite well known in Camelot, but the main and more well-known branch of her family resided in Mercia where they were well-known for all the wrong reasons. Caitrin luckily did not share her ambitions for war and conquest as the rest of her Mercian family seemed to hold. She didn’t really see much point in war, it was too dark a topic for her. Caitrin had been brought up with stories of the Great Purge so anything to do with destruction always hit a raw nerve with her as it served as a reminder of how lucky she was to hold magic and still be alive in Camelot. “It is an honour to meet you too.” Her face had lit up slightly, a friendly face in Camelot was always a welcomed one to Caitrin, too many people nowadays only looked after themselves and gave little attention to others.

“Thank you.” Caitrin said softly, giving a small chesty cough as Maeve helped her to sit up. Her head lolled around on her shoulders for a few moments before she gathered the energy to straighten it and hold her head in the one position so she was focussing on the woman intently. She nodded as the woman advised her to stay put, she did not feel like moving anytime soon anyway; even the thought made her feel a bit ill. Now she was sat upright she looked down at her right arm as it was still throbbing. She tried to move it but she winced as that caused her even more pain; she wasn’t doing that again in a hurry.

Maeve spoke of a camp and it took Caitrin a few moments to register what she was saying. She had only just met Maeve, but she was inclined to trust her somewhat as if the woman wanted to harm or rob her she would have already done it wouldn’t she? However, the thought of some water seemed like a perfect idea, she had only just noticed how dry her throat and chest was so Caitrin gave another small nod, “As long as I am not troubling you too much?” It was a rather uncharacteristic thing of Caitrin to say, but she figured being polite with Maeve was the right thing to do, the woman was helping her after all and she had nothing against her, “But, how shall I get there?” Now that was a more pressing question, if the camp was not far away Caitrin was sure she could manage to walk the distance if helped, but she hadn’t managed to even get to her feet so she had no idea exactly how far she could walk.

[Maeve]

Maeve gave a soft smile when Caitrin returned the honor of her presence. It was people such as this that gave her hope that humans, were indeed fully capable of helping those of magic. After all, there were no such thing as evil people; just cruel acts. At the same time, she could not blame those for being so negative towards them as it is common for thoughts of revenge, bitterness, and devastation to cloud ones judgment. Oh it will be no trouble at all, she assured her. Quite the opposite in fact! She would feel more troubled if she left her here on her own, with no transportation nor any strength to travel back to from where she came.

Her next question was a valid one, though Maeve already knew the answer. When Haldir had left, he took his own horse but had left hers in case she needed it. Mirshann, she said in a gentle voice, both answering the question as well as calling for him. Within a second, the magnificent white horse came towards them, standing close to both Maeve and Caitrin. He will take us, she told her. She looked at Mirshann and gave a small nod as well as a smile at her loyal friend. Without needing to be told or verbally and physically commanded, Mirshann lowered himself so that it would not be as much of an awkward strain for her to mount him.

Maeve shifted her position to help Caitrin onto the horse. Are you ready? She asked, offering her hand for the young noblewoman to take so that she could lead her onto Mirshann. It was just a bit of a step, but she was wounded in so many parts that it could still pose to be a difficulty.

[Caitrin de Archer]

Caitrin shifted herself again so she was fully sitting up, the most pain was now coming from her arm. The pain in her head was waning slightly, though she had no idea why that would be, perhaps the distraction of conversation with this woman was keeping her thoughts from her painful head. She moved her left arm to cover her right and held it for a few moments. The bone looked like it was setting at an odd angle; had she broken it? That wasn’t an impossible scenario, she had probably broken it when she had landed. Maeve seemed to know what she was doing, perhaps she could look at it once they were at the camp that they spoke of.

Caitrin watched intently as the horse that Maeve called then arrived at her side obediently. The word which Maeve used to call the horse to her side was an unfamiliar one in Caitrin’s tongue and she smiled slightly, “Is that your horse’s name?” She asked softly, if it was then it was a beautiful name. Caitrin knew if she had been riding her mare, Lily, this afternoon then none of this would have happened. Unfortunately Lily was injured at the moment, which had meant that she had taken the horse that had caused her to be in this state this afternoon. Horses was one topic which Caitrin loved and understood, horses were not like people, they did not desert you and they were loyal; Lily was loyal to Caitrin at least.

Utter amazement struck Caitrin as the horse simply lowered itself beside the pair of them. The horse and rider must be incredibly close. Then came the next question of Caitrin actually managing to get up to straddle the horse. The thought of getting up still set heavy in her mind but she breathed out slowly and nodded in answer to Maeve, “I am.” And she started to shift her position. She used Maeve’s hand to help start to lever herself up into a standing position. Her right arm was no use whatsoever, but her left hand was at least doing the job. Caitrin managed to stand up, still clutching Maeve’s hand in fear she would fall if she let go. Caitrin had never put so much faith in anyone in such a short acquaintance, but she felt her trust was not misplaced. Caitrin’s legs felt wobbly beneath her and she felt rather dizzy, and ill; the quicker they could get to this camp the quicker Caitrin could rest. She nodded again at Maeve, indicating she was ready to be led to the horse.

[Maeve]

Maeve smiled when Caitrin asked if that was her horse's name. It is, she answered as she briefly raised her hand to stroke Mirshann's neck. The word Mirshann means 'angel'. In a language that would be unfamiliar to most in this realm, but understood by all in Mabon. However, Maeve of course could not exactly disclose this. There would be no reason to for right now, the young woman did not suspect Maeve of using magic to help her. Though it had technically been Haldir who'd used magic more than she.

Once Caitrin took her hand, Maeve used her strength to keep her stable on her feet, giving her much support as she could. It only took a few steps to get to Mirshann, but she knew it must be terribly straining for Caitrin. In fact, she felt the pain emanating from her and only made her wish she possessed the powers to completely alleviate her of such distress. You will have to lift your foot, just slightly, for Mirshann will be sure to help you. Which was what did indeed happen for once Caitrin raised her self to mount, Mirshann moved himself a bit more under her to give her that boost.

Wih Caitrin now safely on the horse, they could ride to camp. Maeve did not join her on Mirshann's back for Caitrin would be in far more comfort if she was riding on her own, as it would give her that extra space. Instead, Maeve moved to Mirshann's side as he rose to his four feet, and began to whisper in his ear. Z'har queelas faer amin mellon. And with those words, Mirshann entered a steady pace towards the camp with Maeve walking beside him. Were you out here riding on your own? She asked Caitrin, curious as to know whether they should be expecting more company or if they need tell someone where Caitrin was going.

[Caitrin de Archer]

Caitrin could not help but think that the horses name was indeed a beautiful one. It was one however that she had never heard of, perhaps it was a different language, no, it was defiantly a made up language. “It is a beautiful name.” Caitrin said softly. The horse too was an elegant beast, not that she desired a horse such as this at all. She had her mare back at home, and Caitrin would not replace her for the entire world. This whole event had made Caitrin sure that she would never ride without Lily again; the horse knew her and she knew Lily so that made the ride all the more enjoyable.

Caitrin kept a fiercely tight grip of Maeve’s hand as she began to walk to the horse. It was only a few steps away but it seemed a lot further. How could she be so sapped of her energy in such a small amount of time? Her right arm was still uselessly placed across her body, extending it only made it hurt more and she had found a position she could rest it in which caused her less pain. At Maeve’s instruction Caitrin lifted her leg so that she could shift her position and straddle the horse. She used her left hand to steady herself, and keep a grip of the horse as he raised him. She felt slightly bad that she had deprived Maeve of her horse, but she supposed that neither of them would be going anywhere if the situation were reversed as Caitrin was not up to walking anywhere.

As Maeve asked her if she was riding alone Caitrin looked down at her and nodded solemnly, hoping that this woman was not going to lecture her about her recklessness. She had received that lecture enough in the past, and she knew she should not ride out unaccompanied but the freedom it gave her was almost addictive, and she always found herself wanting more. “I was riding alone yes.” Her head lolled slightly but she steadied herself, looking ahead, “Is the camp far?” She found herself asking. It wasn’t that Caitrin was being rude or impatient, she just really needed to be lying down, or resting, one or the two would suffice.

[Maeve]

Maeve thought it was wonderful that Caitrin felt so at ease in this realm to just be able to ride off on her own. She did the same thing in her homeland, but of course....circumstances greatly differed from there to here. It was why she did not often stray from the company of her protector, or even Mirshann, for lengthy periods of time. Because anything was possible in this world. Her laconic response and following question assured Maeve that Caitrin did not have the strength to carry on conversation. And she would not force her to. Just a few more moments, she told her in encouragingly. I'm sorry. I know this must not be easy, but please, hang in there. Because she did not want any further harm to come to this poor girl.

As promised, the camp site soon came into site. It was nothing overly fancy. They had found a cave for shelter and had a fire in it to provide warmth. Right nearby there was a lake from which they could get their water. Haldir was sitting on a stone outside the cave, placing the newly cooked meat and vegetables on small plates. He rose when he saw Maeve entered and looked at the girl. He did not smile, nor did he say a word which did not come as any surprise to the faery queen. Haldir's opinion of humans was more cynical than Maeve's so he often pretended not to be able to speak English. His eyes locked the stranger for only a few moments, a stern or expressionless look on his face. Re 'air ereb ar' baer ei yamen 'ei esta. Maeve explained to him in a gentle voice, thick with the accent of her people.

Haldir's gaze fell to Maeve as she spoke. Amin shor vaeres' mysia san' ar' shor il shi' thas'. Maeve softly smiled, unsurprised by his decision not to stay here for this moment. She would have to call upon him should Caitrin require more healing, but this time, she would not be unconscious so it would prove to be more of a revelation. Hopefully, it would not be necessary and she could just gather her strength once more here. Haldir made his leave, without looking at Caitrin. Maeve led Mirshann closer to where the cave was, and where they had sleeping bags and blankets neatly set up. Mirshann, as before, knew what to do and lowered himself towards the grown, as low as a horse could. Maeve offered her hand to her. It is just a small step, and one more to where you can lie down in comfort. One step off the horse, another step towards the makeshift bed. Hopefully, Caitrin had enough strength to do this.

[Caitrin de Archer]

Caitrin decided there and then that this was only the second journey that she had not enjoyed on horseback. The first had been her journey to Camelot from her Mercian home. At the time she had been surrounded by only her father’s men for company who had not been cruel, but they had not been kind either. All the way to Camelot Caitrin had been reminded that they would be returning to Mercia and she would not. Although she knew she would prefer to journey to Camelot rather than be married off to another Mercian nobleman, it had been of little comfort on her journey. Mercia had been the only home she had ever known and she had not returned there since arriving in Camelot. Now however Caitrin could not imagine being anywhere but in Camelot, she had a lot more freedom than she could have ever dreamed of in Mercia, and she was enjoying life more than she had previously.

As Maeve apologised Caitrin could only give her a soft smile down at her. “Do not apologise; it is not your fault.” None of this was Maeve’s fault, or particular concern, but yet the woman seemed determined to help her. She obviously was not complaining; after all, if Maeve had not found her then god knows what state Caitrin would be in.

The camp came into view, or at least Caitrin presumed it was the camp. It was a small cave with a fire burning within. She noticed as well there was a man sitting outside. She did not ask Maeve who he was, perhaps she would introduce him, or he would introduce himself. The man stood up and looked directly at her, but she could feel neither warmth nor friendship from his eyes. Caitrin would have said something but Maeve got there first. She had to double take at her new acquaintance as she was speaking in no tongue which Caitrin understood. The man replied in such a language and promptly left without speaking a word. Caitrin watched the man leave intently, once he had she turned back to Maeve. “What language is that?” One of Caitrin’s many faults was that she was too curious for her own good and she hoped that Maeve would not be offended by her question at least.

The horse lowered itself as they came alongside some make shift beds. Caitrin looked to Maeve as she was lowered and found the woman was already offering her hand for her to take. She nodded at Maeve’s words, the bed was literally next to the horse so Caitrin breathed in slowly and took Maeve’s hands. Caitrin then moved to swing her leg over the horse; using Maeve’s hand to steady herself as she raised herself from the horse. Still using Maeve’s hand, Caitrin shuffled her feet forwards towards the bed, limping slightly from the wound on her leg; what was that anyway? It hurt, that was about as much as she could care about at the moment. Caitrin kept hold of Maeve’s hand as she began to lower herself into the make shift bed. She let go as she began to sit down and let herself half collapse into the bed. Just sitting down again made Caitrin feel better and she gave Maeve a thankful smile, “I do not know how to thank you.” Caitrin said softly to Maeve, then once again used her left arm to support her right as it was still hurting when placed in the wrong angle.
Notes: Slight god mod, hope you don’t mind!

[Maeve]

Maeve gave a soft smile when Caitrin assured her that no apology was necessary. It was a shame it had come to this... but all she could focus on was how relieved she felt that she had found her when she did. The question of her language brought up difficulty in answering. She knew it was a completely justified question, as here she was speaking a completely foreign tongue, so she should have come to expect such a question. Yet what answer did she give? One filled with ambiguity? Or specification? It is a language from a land far from here, she said in a kind voice. She feared what would happen should Caitrin's curiosity lead her to discover the origin of the language. Forgive my rudeness in speaking this dialect in your presence.

Maeve knew it was indeed rude to speak in this tongue in front of someone who did not comprehend it. But Maeve often did this, mostly when conversing with Haldir. Maeve helped Caitrin off the horse, steadying her as best she could until she was able to lie on the makeshift bed that was already set up for her. Once she was on it, the faery quickly sat in front of her, adjusting the blankets so that it would provide more comfort. You need not thank me, for anything, she said softly, kindly smiling at the young woman. Are you hungry? Or perhaps thirsty? She did not want to force anything onto the young girl, but as her maternal instinct took over, she knew that Caitrin would need to keep up her strength, and gain sustenance in order to do this.

(( I don't mind at all! ))

[Caitrin de Archer]

Caitrin could not remember being in so much pain for as long as she could remember. She had broken her arm as a child, which was she was sure she had suffered the same injury today. Now she was more concerned about getting her strength back as quickly as possible, after all, she might be missed by her Uncle at some point. As Maeve told her it was a language from far away Caitrin nodded at her thoughtfully. Apart from Mercia and Camelot, Caitrin could not boast to be well travelled at all. Well, she supposed she was more travelled than some noblewomen her age, but still she had never encountered the language which Maeve and the man had spoken in before. “Where are you from?” Caitrin then found herself asking, she knew she should probably not press Maeve for details, but the woman had spoken in her tongue in front of her so surely Caitrin had some right to know?

Caitrin thanked Maeve again as she helped her to the bed, Caitrin was sure she would have merely collapsed next to the horse without the woman’s aid. As Maeve adjusted the blankets surrounding Caitrin’s body Caitrin smiled, “Thank you.” She found herself saying again, even though Maeve had told her no thanks was necessary it just felt wrong to not thank her for the work she was doing. Now that Maeve mentioned it she was insanely thirsty, perhaps that was why she was finding it so hard to speak; her throat felt so dry.

“Just some water please.” She didn’t think she could stomach any food just yet, she wasn’t sure if it was the throbbing in her head or just her state in general but Caitrin was feeling slightly nauseous. She inched herself up so she was sitting rather than lying down and her left arm was still clutching at her right, trying to keep it in a position where the pain was less; everything just hurt. “Are you a physician?” She asked Maeve almost seriously now, she knew it was a long shot, but perhaps this woman really could help her. She knew there was a wound, or something wrong with her leg, and then there were the other injuries she had sustained of course; she needed them looking at really. “It’s just my arm, I think its broken.” She couldn’t hold the said arm out because that would hurt her even more but Caitrin just wanted assurance that Maeve could bring her some relief at least, even if she could just numb the pain for a few hours.

[Maeve]

Caitrin's next question begged the same evasion as the first. Maeve could not give specific answers for it could jeapordize her entire race and the entire realm of Mabon. While the location remained a secret, and always would for only the most trusted non-faery folk ventured there, it was still risky to reveal so much. Maeve was told that she could be too trusting of strangers, for she wished to think the best of everyone but sadly, the more darkness that filled this world, the more people betrayed that trust. It would of course never discourage the young queen, but it was something she had grown increasingly cautious of. From a far land, she said with purpose ambiguity. And what about you? She asked, not to change the subject but rather with genuine curiosity. Was she far from her home? If so then Maeve would have to make sure she would be fully healed for her journey.

If she was close, then while she would still require time to recover, it would not take as long. Maeve gave a kind smile when she thanked her, Caitrin's appreciation was something that Maeve felt flattered to have gained. You are quite welcome, she responded politely, not about to reject such words of gratitude. She wasted not a moment, and reached for the flask of water, pouring it into a nearby cup, slowly moving it to Caitrin's lips so that the poor girl would not have to use what little strength she had to hold on to a cup. When she questioned her skills as a potential physician, further revealing that her arm was broken, concern filled Maeve's eyes as her gaze fell to the injured arm. She did not want to touch it for it was very delicate right now. She best answer her question right now. I do hold some skills as a physician, she said.

She did not want to fully lie, so told her only a fraction of the truth. But it is my companion, Haldir, whom just left that holds great skills as a physician. He was after all the healer of the entire realm, having the strongest powers of healing... greater than any other faery. I will give you some medicine to ease the pain, though I am afraid you will have to wait for it to heal in its own time, she said regrettably, wishing there was more she could do. She knew that Haldir purposely did not heal all of Caitrin's condition; not out of malice or ill intent, but because it would be far too suspicious if Caitrin woke up with not a single injury on her. It would only make the truth about them all the more obvious; which was something Haldir was greatly cautious and skeptical about... for good reason to. I can make you a splint as well, to help give some support to it. While Maeve's powers of healing were not as great as his, she could take care of a person when need be.

[Caitrin de Archer]

It was safe to say that Caitrin picked up on the ambiguity of Maeve’s words. She wondered why the woman was being so mysterious about her origins. There were many reasons for that of course, and Caitrin took the wise decision to not press Maeve further on her origins, if the woman felt trusting enough to reveal these details to Caitrin then she was sure she would in time. Then the focus of the conversation turned to Caitrin and her personal origins. She faltered slightly, did Maeve mean where had she come from today or where was she from originally? “I am from Mercia originally, my family still lives there.” She gave a small cough before she continued, “But I was sent to live with my Uncle, Lord Rouland, around two years ago as I am now his ward.” There was not much more to tell that was relevant to the conversation really. Caitrin could have gone into the reasons why she was sent to Camelot in such quick haste but that wasn’t relevant, and it wasn’t something Caitrin just told anyone and everyone.

Caitrin was glad at least that Maeve took her words of thanks at face value, as that was how they were meant. She did not expect to receive any help in the actual holding of the cup, but Caitrin sipped the water slowly, only then realising how thirsty she was. She felt slightly better just after that small amount of water, at least now her throat did not hurt as much. As Maeve lifted the cup Caitrin coughed again but smiled at the woman, thanking her once more.

She listened carefully as Maeve revealed that although she was a healer, her companion held more skills than she did. Caitrin wondered therefore why he had left, surely if he could help Maeve in her healing he should have stayed? “Have I offended your companion?” She asked softly, it was a valid question after all as the man, Haldir, had been pretty sharp to leave once Maeve and Caitrin arrived at the makeshift camp, and he could hardly have been offended by Maeve’s presence could he?

Maeve’s choice of words struck Caitrin as rather odd as surely there could be no other way to heal her arm than to let his heal on its own? However, she did not chase up the words as perhaps she just meant that her medicines could only bring pain relief. Caitrin was slightly downhearted in a way that she had been so stupid as to break one of her own limbs, after all, it meant that she would not be able to go out riding for some time, she wouldn’t even be able to complete the stitching on one of her new garments. But, at least she had not done herself a worse injury, she was still thankful of that. “I would appreciate something for the pain?” Caitrin asked hopefully, her arm just wouldn’t stop hurting no matter what position she put it in. The offer of a splint was also well received, “If it’s not too much trouble?” She asked with a small smile, she knew Maeve well enough now to know that it would not be too much trouble for the young woman, and it was something which Caitrin was still wondering about. Not many in Camelot would be as caring as Maeve was being, not that anyone would particularly wish Caitrin ill, but many would have just taken her home, or perhaps even looked the other way.

[Maeve]

Maeve listened attentively as Caitrin explained from where she came, and where she was sent. You now reside in Camelot then? She asked, using basic common sense. It was the kingdom they were currently in and Maeve doubted a young woman such as herself would have left an entire kingdom just to go for a horseback ride. It took days to exit the kingdom, and she was traveling not with a pack nor any other supplies that would indicate this was a long term journey. Do you like Camelot? Maeve asked, genuinely interested in her answer, but also hoping to distract her from the pain until she was able to make her something more suitable to alleviate the pain she was currently experiencing. Maeve had her own concerns about Camelot, though she could hate no place, nor all of it's people.

Camelot was just particularly dangerous for those of magic, as it was the origin of the Great Purge... and a place where they had lost many of their kind. Not only faeries, but all different kinds of magical beings and practitioners. Caitrin's next question was indeed a valid one, though a difficult one to respond to. Haldir had his own reasons for being less amiable towards humans; ones that Maeve respected. He had suffered a great loss: his wife. The race of faeries was slowly diminishing in numbers, and while Maeve loved each and every one of her kind, she did not know what it felt like to lose someone that you had given your heart to. It had changed Haldir, and it was why that when out in this realm, he did not converse with humans. He remained silent, reserved, and only gave help when it was needed. Maeve kept a soft smile on his face, not about to give away her thoughts.

Yet trying to mentally establish an appropriate response. You have caused no such offense, she assured, not wishing Caitrin to feel guilty for anything. Nor could Maeve disclose his reasons for being elusive right now. She respected her friend's privacy and she was well aware that Haldir never mentioned the death of his wife, to anyone. He is more reserved than I. A bit quieter by nature. It was not a lie for these were the traits his personality consisted of... at least in this realm. He will return shortly to check on you. Because as Maeve knew quite well, he was not a heartless person. When she commented on wanting something for the pain, Maeve gave a small nod. It is not the slightest bit of trouble. We have a few remedies that will hopefully aid you. Maeve set down the cup once it was mostly empty and reached for the pack of supplies, taking out another cup so that she could mix the draft in it.

With Haldir's pack also being close, Maeve reached for it and looked around in it, ensuring that she did not take anything out too quickly in the event that it was something that would reveal their true identity. He carried various herbs from Mabon that serve as medicine; a way to release pain without the use of spells. They were strong in effect, as they were from another realm, but as always, Maeve would be unable to disclose their place of origin. She took out one of the small pouches, untying the small rope that bound it and put a pinch of it in the empty cup. So tell me about yourself Lady Caitrin, she began, hoping to make casual conversation as a further distraction while Maeve assembled the remedy. I can imagine it was a great adjustment to move from your kingdom of birth, to now reside with your uncle. She added, interested to hear how Caitrin was faring in new circumstances.

[Caitrin de Archer]

Caitrin nodded as she realised she hadn’t quite made it clear where she lived. She’d been found by Maeve in Camelot but that didn’t have to mean she was from there did it? Though it was usually men who rode into different kingdoms by themselves, it was not unheard of for ladies to ride alone across the border. “I do, my Uncle’s estate is not too far from here.” She was trying to remember how far she had rode before the horse had bucked her off its back; it can’t have been that far really, little more than an hours ride away at least. Caitrin considered Maeve’s next question seriously because it was one she had often asked herself as well. But she smiled, as in Camelot she had a lot more freedom than she ever had done in Mercia. Her Uncle was a lot kinder, as well as more accommodating than her father had ever been. Of course the only thorn in Caitrin’s side was that Camelot was no friend to magic, and therefore Caitrin knew that she was risking her life by just even living in Camelot. However, she had managed to not let herself become discovered so far, and she would remain to keep her magic hidden for as long as she had to. “I am a lot happier living in Camelot than I ever was in Mercia.” Caitrin answered truthfully, nothing could really now tempt her to go back to the de Archer household in Mercia; she was sure of it.

Caitrin was still concerned she had caused some offence to Haldir, she hadn’t meant to cause him any inconvenience by her being here; she hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. If she hadn’t been so stubborn and stupid as to just go down the same route she could have still been riding, and in perfect health. Now however she knew she would be restricted in her pursuits for many weeks to come and that annoyed her more than most things. However, if she had continued in perfect health then she would not have met Maeve, so perhaps there was some good she could pull out of this situation.

She did nothing but nod at Maeve’s words about Haldir being more reserved than herself as there was no point in pressing her for further details. Caitrin had never been reserved in any aspect of her personality so she could not imagine being inflicted with such a personality, therefore she could not comment really. She did however smile back at Maeve as again the woman insisted it was no trouble to aid her. The thought of some relief for her pain at the moment sounded like pure heaven. She hadn’t stopped being in pain since she’d woken up, and she supposed that her pain would not really subside anytime soon. If Caitrin had been in her full state of health she could have come up with something for her pain herself as she was well practised in herblore. Her tutor, Helgund, had believed in using what bounties the world gave them to create her remedies.

Caitrin watched curiously as Maeve set the cup down and produced a few pouches and put a pinch of some of them in the cup. She would have asked her what they were but Maeve cut across her thoughts with her own question. It felt odd to have Maeve call her by her formal title, as formalities so far had not been at the forefront of their minds. “There is little to tell.” She gave a small half laugh modestly, but then decided it would be rude to leave the conversation just there, “I grew up in Mercia with my family, it was a busy household- I have two sisters and four brothers in total.” She gave another soft smile. Even though she now lived in a much quieter household it was by no means lonely. Caitrin actually preferred it in a way as she able to just be herself.

“It was difficult, but I am glad now that I came to Camelot.” Was all Caitrin could say on the situation, she did not want to go into the reasons surrounding her being sent to Camelot. Neither did she really want to go into how conflicted she had been at the time at the choice her father presented her with. If she had married in Mercia she still could have practised magic, and not be under constant worry that her life was in danger as she did in Camelot. However, there were other things in Camelot which made Caitrin satisfied in her decision to reside in the Kingdom.

[Maeve]

Maeve smiled upon hearing that she did not live far from here. I will be sure we get you back there safely. When you are well enough to travel of course. Maeve knew that others may worry about her but Caitrin could not travel until she was fully healed. It would be too strenuous and only worsen her condition. It is good that you found a place that holds so much happiness for you, Maeve said, glad to hear of how attached Caitrin was in her new home. She could feel that content and happiness. Maeve knew how it felt, for she experienced that same contentment and complete peace when she was in Mabon. Anywhere outside, in this realm... was incomparable. But a home did not have to necessarily be the place a person was born in.

She then listened attentively to Caitrin explain how little there was to tell. Maeve doubted that, for even a day could hold so much event and occurrences for a person. But she of course understood the hesitation and reservations in telling a complete stranger about the personal aspects of ones life. It was something Maeve had grown used to spending so much time in this different culture from her own. For back home, people were very open with one another. As they sensed no suspicion nor skepticism from the other person. Having such a large family must be wonderful! Maeve commented brightly. Do they visit you often in Camelot? She inquired. It was always so lovely to hear how families stayed in touch despite the land that distanced them. For Maeve had seen the opposite occur and it saddened her to hear that people did not show such strong familial ties.

As she spoke, Maeve continued to assemble the potion. She put a little bit of everything into it, all the petals of their flowers; the leaves of their plants... a concoction that entailed at least six different medicinal herbs. She put a bit of extra of a certain kind, almost the equivalent of a what was called a rose here, to neutralize the potentially bad taste of it. It was usually fairly easy to swallow that way. But there was water nearby just in case. Taking a spoon from the bag she mixed it together, looking at its color to ensure she had mixed everything properly. Once satisfied with it, she passed it to Caitrin. It should not taste too terrible, she told her with an assuring smile.