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Post by Richard de Calys on Feb 7, 2013 9:59:35 GMT -5
Richard de Calys was doing what he did best: looking for someone to take advantage of. If he had to make a list of his best talents that would be the first, well, maybe his immaculate taste in clothes would be first, but taking advantage of people would certainly be in the top three. It was something he took rather a lot of pride in although he probably shouldn't as he should be keeping a low profile. For someone who made a living in his line of work, remaining anonymous was probably an excellent idea. Unfortunately his pride wouldn't allow him to do so, and luckily he'd managed to make a reputation for himself that often worked for him rather than against him. People knew who Richard de Calys was and they knew what he could do. He was more than used to people approaching him in need of his services but at the moment he was purely working for himself. Things had settled down slightly, in Camelot anyway, which meant there were less people in need of his particular skills set.
As he walked through the woods he kept a sharp eye out. Over the few years that he'd been doing this he'd developed a way of keeping his eye on about five things at once. Should someone ask, he could tell them exactly how many people were within a fifteen metre radius of where he stood, which direction the wind was coming from, the chance of it raining and, most importantly, how much money he was likely to be making from the day's work. It was a shame really that there was no one he could tell all this information to and be impressed for him. He might be impoverished (or alright, nearly impoverished since he did actually quite have a bit of money), but he was still part of the Cantian royal family, and every so often it would be nice to be treated as such.
Oh well. He could impress himself - something he did on a daily basis - as he continued his walk. He heard a twig snap, a small smile formed on his lips. He'd been expecting that, someone had been walking rather close to him for quite a while now. Whether it was pure coincidence that they happened to be walking in the same direction, or whether he was being followed he didn't know. He walked a few paces to the nearest tree and leant against it, arms folded and waited to see who was coming.
Tagged: Caitylin Timeline: During s2
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Post by Caitylin Roe on Feb 7, 2013 18:40:14 GMT -5
Cat's favorite part of working in a stable that was situated in a large city was not mucking out stalls, feeding, nor even grooming. All these things were an essential part of horse care, but what she enjoyed most was exercising the horses. Now this could be done any number of ways, but the best was by far riding. This meant that on slower days she actually got to ride and that fact drove her to blow through her chores often just for the chance to get in the saddle.
Today was one of the rare days when Morock was actually calm enough that she didn't need to burn out his energy. As a result, she was on one of the mares, an Irish Draught named Nasheeda. She was gray as a ghost with a dark face and legs. Her temperament was excellent and that meant that Cat didn't really have to focus. She could just sit back and enjoy the ride.
And that's exactly what she did. She guided Nasheeda out of the city and into the forest, urging the mare into an easy canter. It was the perfect day for riding, just enough chill in the air to energize the muscles.
She went deeper into the woods than normal, dodging the mental voices of other Druids as she rode. It was nice to be in the woods again, though she didn't want to admit how comfortable it made her. That was tantamount to admitting she enjoyed her fox fur that she longed to live like the rest of the Druids. She didn't. At least, she liked to think she didn't.
When both her and Nash were sweating and Camelot was far behind them, Caitylin finally turned the horse around and started the leisurely walk back to the city. As they rode, she started noticing how the mare was pricking her ears forward. Someone or something was up ahead of them. Whoever it was, seemed to be moving too, and in the same direction.
Was it another traveler heading for Camelot? It seemed likely, but she didn't have much time to ponder on it when she saw him up ahead, leaning on a tree. He felt sharp, slick. She instantly felt uneasy. Though, to be fair, she felt uneasy around just about all strangers.
Perhaps he was just wanting to know who'd been following him? Well, now that he did, she could just pass on by and that was exactly what she intended to do. Pulling her eyes off him, Cat looked ahead, intending to go right by him and back to Camelot without interruption.
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Post by Richard de Calys on Feb 24, 2013 11:20:39 GMT -5
OOC: sorry about the late reply.
Richard wasn't surprised to see he'd been waiting for a woman, although he was surprised that she had a horse. He should have picked up on that. Anyway. That was neither here nor there. He was more interested in what she was doing in the woods by herself (well, without human company) than why he hadn't heard the animal. He knew far too many women in Camelot, most of them by far the most irritating people he knew, always wanting to go on about "independant" they were - until they needed his help of course. If this woman was from the city she was probably no different. She was certainly no more subtle than any of them. He couldn't help but smile as he saw her so obviously try to ignore him. Well that was just rude.
She had already passed him by the time he pushed himself off the tree but she was still within hearing distance. "Are you often so rude, my lady?" He called out, "Or is it just because we are not in court that you are ignoring the rules of decorum?" Of course for all he knew she had never been to court in her life - now that he thought about it she didn't look like nobility - but that was not the point. His words were meant to initiate conversation not to make some serious comment on her life. In his experience people were more likely to react when he was annoying, luckily he was rather good at that, especially when Mercian redheads were around. She was far too fun to wind up, until she returned the favour, but seeing as she was no where in sight (and part of him would be eternally grateful) Richard was just going to have to make do with this woman.
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