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Post by Sasha on Oct 27, 2010 0:28:14 GMT -5
Sasha felt herself falling so she instinctively -- and somewhat sleekly -- took a step forward to prevent her from getting too wet, but that didn't work this time. Out of all the times it could happened, why did there have to be water in front of her?
As she lost her balance completely and toppled toward the water, fear ran through her heart so fast she thought she could have had a heart attack. "Whoa!" She shouted, more than halfway down. When the cold pond water seeped into her dress and then down to her skin, her heart pounded. Water will destroy you! Her mother's words flamed furiously in her head. "Ahh!" She screamed and jumped up as fast as lightning, pure horror in her strange lime green eyes. When she got to the land again, she grabbed tightly onto a tree digging her nails into it. Her breathing was coming so fast; according to her mother's "prophecy" water would destroy her someday, and that was why she was so petrified.
The drenched Lady Sasha glanced up at Gladys, her chest still heaving, with a quick look of fear mixed with question. Through all the thoughts that were passing through her head a million miles a second she managed to think to herself: "Was that an accident or no?"
She never trusted strangers, so she never knew what was what.
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Post by Sasha on Oct 26, 2010 18:36:03 GMT -5
Of course, Lancelot was right. As a child, Sasha hadn't really understood what Uther was doing. So in some level she found it amusing. Now, Sasha was very supportive of his hate of magic, but also very skeptical that he was dealing with it the right way. Was drowning really neccesary? Why not just a normal execution if need be? As Lancelot stated he had no right to judge, she realized she lacked that right.
Sasha had been silent the whole time he was answering her, because she didn't talk much when something was being explained to her. "I knew Arthur," she answered him, memories flooding back again. "Was a good friend to me, at least then. I don't know if he'd recognize me now."
Hearing Lancelot go on, she heard two familiar names. "Garlois is dead?" Sasha said with surprise. Truly, Garlois meant nothing to her, but it was just the thought that people from her childhood were dead. Lancelot had warned her of that, so she shouldn't have been so surprised. "I'm glad to hear Gaius is still here. My father talked highly of him."
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Post by Sasha on Oct 26, 2010 6:42:38 GMT -5
How did she guess that? Sasha felt uncomfortable for a moment, until Gladys said that most women knew about that type of thing. "Actually, yes, my mother did tell me. Only the basics, so I don't know them to anything but prevent infection and other simple things," Sasha explained to her. When Gladys went on about the name of the plant, which left her dumbfounded for she'd never heard of it. But when the name was mentioned, she received another one of her shoulder twitches. A chill. But there was nothing wrong with it, as far as she could sense. White blossoms? On her way here, and in her time of deep thought, she hadn't seen any thing of a sort, but perhaps she hadn't been paying attention.
"Actually yes, my mother mentioned lousewort to me but I have no idea what it's for at all," the Lady Sasha said to Gladys. As she talked, she started looking in likely places for the herbs.
She took a glance at Gladys Salver as a hint of extremely slight suspicion set in, but she shrugged it away and went back to search for the herbs.
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Post by Sasha on Oct 26, 2010 5:14:43 GMT -5
Herbs. Well, at least something she was used to. She didn't know which type of herbs or what Gladys needed them for, and she didn't want to seem nosy, but the reason she and her mother had been forced to pick them were for mending survival wounds and preventing infection. Sasha highly doubted this was the situation though.
"No problem," Sasha dipped her head quickly to Gladys, and squatted down a foot from her. "Do they have any specific look or smell? I know a little bit about herbs." And that was the truth... when she was twelve, long story short she had tried to fight a griffin and received a nasty slash from her knee down. It took a long time to heal, and her usually abusive mother had struggled night and day to keep it clean. She had used herbs sometime in that period.
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Post by Sasha on Oct 26, 2010 3:47:40 GMT -5
"After all this time?" Sasha raised a brow in surprise, which was her version of when a woman widened her eyes. She was sort of not answering one of his questions, so she added, "I've been gone 15 years. Personally I believe a lot has changed, and when I get to Camelot, I guess I'll find out."
Hearing his last comment about him probably not being Uther's most favoured person, she couldn't help but let out a small laugh. "He's still an old grump, yes?" Sasha chuckled with an amused tone. "I cannot explain to you why, but it always amused me as a child."
If the King hadn't changed himsef since their last meeting, then at least she'd recognize him in childhood memories. "Generally, you know the important things that happened in Camelot, right? Like things I should know?" Sasha inquired Lancelot.
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Post by Sasha on Oct 26, 2010 0:19:39 GMT -5
Sasha really needed to ask Arthur those much needed questions; everything that had happened in the 15 years she had been away in personal exile. "I've only heard of the name," the Lady Sasha lied. She wasn't much of a liar, but... anything to gain a good reputation with people. "Pleasure to meet you."
Well, she guessed she could use a little conversation. "Are you from Willowdale? Or somewhere else?" Sasha inquired. The best she could do was get to know as much as she could, right?
Sasha really wanted to be alone right now, though.
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Post by Sasha on Oct 25, 2010 18:43:06 GMT -5
"He was a Knight," Sasha answered him. "He told me stories of how he had left Rome and the path to become emperor for my mother. I really don't know much about them, but I do know that he was a hybrid of Roman and British. If you're interested, his birth name was Petronius but he changed it to Peter when he left."
"Thank you, Lancelot," she said quietly to him. It was comforting to know that she wouldn't fall; Sasha had been through enough, right?
It was about time she started the questions, even though they hadn't started moving yet. "There are only a few questions, not many," Sasha informed him, and then began, "Has anything changed in Camelot since I was gone?"
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Post by Sasha on Oct 25, 2010 18:22:25 GMT -5
Sasha chuckled sightly at his joking manner. It was good to hear him laugh for two reasons; one, it was a sign that he wasn't upset she had lacked the word My Lord while speaking to him. Two, it somehow soothed some of her tension. And to add an additional reason, she was happy to be amused for the first time in a few weeks.
It was also possible that rumour of the Prince's death had gotten around, yes, but why hadn't Delilah kept it a secret? Delilah knew how much Arthur meant to her as a friend, and with her father's death still taking a harsh toll on her, it was a wonder how Sasha made it through. "You could be right," Sasha agreed with, desperately hiding a stressful sigh as she reflected on her childhood. To be exact, Sasha and her mother had lived in the backstreets outside of Camelot for the longest time. Then, one day, her mother had told her that they'd be leaving Albion and never coming back. That didn't hurt her as much, because as far as she was concerned at the time Sasha had no bonds with anyone of Camelot and especially the other kingdoms.
Sasha felt a chill run throughout her body, making her rapidly shake for a little less than a moment. She needed to stop thinking about that. Sasha was relieved when Arthur told her that she could stay, and a little disappointed that the King was asleep. But it was good also, because she would have some time to think about the official introduction she'd have the next day. "I appreciate what your doing, Arthur," she dipped her head gatefully, and respectfully. So what, she'd called him by name? It was a good name, it had be used more than by people his own rank of royalty.
Her comment was in a good way; in fact, she studied him longer, just for a short amount of time so he wouldn't think she were staring, and decided that he was very handsome. Sasha didn't feel she wanted to say that, but it was true. "Well, thank you, My Lord!" She replied genuinely at his comment back. "It's good to hear that from someone who's honest. You know how some people just say it?"
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Post by Sasha on Oct 25, 2010 7:03:39 GMT -5
"My father was a Knight, but my mother was a commoner," the light blonde haired woman answered Lancelot. "I never got why, if I'm a hybrid of Roman, British, and slightly germanic, I would have a name like it."
When he said he would let her ride on his horse, she didn't exactly know to say. Or do. Was she supposed to wait for him to lift her up? No, because that would make her look pathetic like a prideful and unable woman. Like her father had taught her, she lifted her foot up to the strap and, though she hadn't done it in a long time, mounted Sher-Fore. Side-saddle. This made her uneasy, as she'd only done this once before. "Ah... please, sir, stand behind me. I hate to admit it, but I've never ridden side saddle." She asked him, almost embarrassed.
She would ask questions when they started moving.
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Post by Sasha on Oct 25, 2010 5:46:53 GMT -5
Sasha hadn't noticed the woman until she spoke the greeting and question. Startled by the sudden appearance, she looked up at her and away from the pond. Tall, from her height of sitting up against the tree. She thought about her question; what a lovely day? She hadn't noticed, but Sasha knew better than to admit the truth. "Yes, it is," Sasha answered back, and then in the moments of silence she received a chill when she looked at the woman. Hmm... strange, she commented in her mind.
"Ummm..." Sasha stood up to preform her version of a formal greeting. "My name is Sasha, a noble of Camelot. And yours?"
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Post by Sasha on Oct 25, 2010 5:21:19 GMT -5
"Well, the name originates from Prussia, and yes, it's only meant for a noble, at least what my mother told me," Sasha told him. When she heard him say that the forest was a dangerous place to hang around, she flinched. "Really?" She was surprised she didn't sense anything here, usually she'd receive a bad feeling in her stomach. Oh well, at least someone was willing to escort her... because truthfully, Sasha didn't know if she had passed Camelot yet. It had been 15 years since she had walked these grounds, after all!
"Alright, I agree to let you escort me," Sasha smiled at "Sir" Lancelot. She had to admit, it was a pretty good name for a Knight. All he had to do was prove himself in battle, or at least from what her mother had explained about Knights. "My journey will be completely finished at the gate of Camelot." She went on, and then realiing she had forgotten to thank him she added, "Thank you, sir."
Journey? To her, that sounded a little dramatic. Maybe because she was still a little bit asleep.
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Post by Sasha on Oct 25, 2010 4:58:09 GMT -5
Sasha had gone to Willowdale because she wanted to get away from Camelot, strangely enough, for a while. To be alone. She walked down the path just outside of Willowdale, in the forest. Forests brought some sort of security and relaxation to her which she couldn't really explain, and usually she would try and find a tree to lean against.
She looked around; a pine tree beside a pond came into view right away. Her lime green eyes flashed with a sort of relief. Quickly, she ran to the tree and sat against it. Here, she would drift into daydreams for quite a while. Unless it was disturbed, which she wouldn't enjoy one bit.
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Post by Sasha on Oct 25, 2010 4:06:58 GMT -5
Sasha was still very surprised, and hurt, that her mother had lied. It was definitely possible that Delilah took advantage of her fragile child mind and announced that Sasha's closest childhood friend had been assassinated by a druid. That had been painful along with her father's death.
"She doesn't know I'm here, actually," Sasha replied quietly. This was a little complicated to explain, but she felt she needed to. To come to think of it, aside from her mother and the nomad Lancelot, Arthur had been the first person she had talked to since she left Camelot and Albion at seven years old. "She... I think my father's death had some affect on her. She acts like she hates me. My mother told me you were killed by a druid when we left." Another thing her mother had done, put her through more misery. There was more that Sasha was tempted to tell him, but it was such a long story and it was all in the past, so what would be the point of reflecting on it?
"I really have no idea why she would say such things if they weren't true," she told him, genuinely not knowing herself. Wait, no... it's because my father's death is my fault. She wanted to get back at me, she thought miserably. "Maybe... well, as I said, my father's death is having an affect on her. You know what I mean by that."
"Well, I intend to stay here for a long time, if it's alright with you, My Lord?" Sasha asked him properly. Arthur was a childhood friend, so she tried to slack off on saying My Lord, but she knew it was right. "If so, then I would like to seek an audience with the King."
Sasha took in the moment genuinely for the first time, and realized that after all this time, she had finally seen him again. Before he had caught her sneaking around, she had never imagined this. "You look... different," Sasha commented with a smile. "Older, I must say, since the last time I saw you."
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Post by Sasha on Oct 25, 2010 1:20:11 GMT -5
Sasha was caught off-guard again by the man's introduction, only this time in a special way. "Arthur..." She whispered in surprise. But that was impossible! Delilah, her mother, had said he was dead! There was always the possibility he was lying just to gain her respect, but... no. Now that she thought about it, he looked a lot like the Arthur she knew. "My mother told me you were dead. To be honest, it was a great loss for me."
She wanted to tell him how glad she was to see him again... alive. "I have returned to start my life over, as it was very painful after my father's death." Sasha answered his question. Just then she remembered how she was talking casually like she were talking to a commoner. "Ah... My Lord."
"How has the King been since I've been gone, My Lord?" Sasha inquired to the Prince respectfully.
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Post by Sasha on Oct 25, 2010 0:40:40 GMT -5
Sasha was surprised he hadn't hurt her yet; usually all she had in her life was pain and fighting, except in her childhood. When the man with the sword asked her which Knight her father was, she was happier than anyone that she hadn't lied. She knew the answer. "Sir Peter Tiberius. He served under King Uther, until he... died," Sasha told him. "Strangely enough, no one knows how. After that, I and my mother left Camelot."
When he pointed out that it didn't complete the question of why she was here, Sasha didn't know how to explain it to him. "I'm here at this hour because I have come home," Sasha told him, aware that her colurful shaded green eyes may come as a scare to him. "Fifteen years is long enough for me to stay away from home."
Even though the man was the one with the sword, Sasha felt very annoyed that she respected him for it. And yet, she knew she had met him somewhere... some time in her life. She stood up, holding her head high and growled boldly, "Why do you care? Aren't you a commoner? You shouldn't be here, either." Her eyes flashed with annoyance, noticeably.
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Post by Sasha on Oct 25, 2010 0:16:31 GMT -5
Well, this seemed like it would go somewhere. Sasha felt a much needed surge of energy and she stood up. She dipped her head in greeting, and then answered his question. "I am a nomad, actually. But, however, my next stop is Camelot. Are you familiar with them?"
Should she tell him some of the story? No. If they ever met again, probably not. If he became a friend of hers... maybe. Sasha head him comment about her name, that it was uncommon for these parts of Albion. "Well," she shrugged her shoulders, her light blonde hair falling onto her back. "It's a foreign name, I don't know why I was named it. But I know that Sasha means 'Noble in Battle' so that's good enough for me."
She laughed a little at her joke. "I'm not in a hurry, as you can probably tell, so would you care to answer some of my questions?" Sasha queried Lancelot.
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Post by Sasha on Oct 24, 2010 18:31:32 GMT -5
Sasha blinked her eyes open at the concerned voice. Even though she realized they were just dreams, they were very violent and, if you will, bloody. She was used to them, however. Sasha had had them for the past 15 years.
She pushed it away and sat up, putting her hand on her forehead to wipe away the slight sweat that had begun in her sleep. It was a nice place in the shade, but she was still sensitive to the air obviously. "Yes, I'm fine," she answered back quietly. Once the weight of sleep left her, she realized that a man her age was in front of her. Sasha was too tired to stand up, so she stayed where she was.
"Thank you for your concern," Sasha said, trying not to sound fake. When it came to meeting new people, she always had her suspicions about them. For if she, a beautiful young woman, could have a horrid past then so could someone else. Really, could anyone blame her for her fears?
"My name is Sasha," she told him, trying to sound friendlier. He didn't seem as bad as her conscience was telling her. "And yours?"
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Post by Sasha on Oct 24, 2010 18:01:59 GMT -5
Sasha had been on edge while sneaking around the castle, and now that she had been doing that for over the time her attention span allowed, she had begun to daydream. She hadn't told her mother where she was going, nor did she say any sort of goodbye. Sasha just left and as far as she was concerned, Delilah didn't even care.
"Who are you?" A voice asked authoritatively, which startled her out of her dreams. Sasha whipped around, almost cutting herself on the sword. She didn't care about that, she was used to it. What mattered was that she had been caught sneaking around the castle.
"I-I..." Sasha couldn't take her green eyes off the tip of the sword. She realized she was beginning to stammer, and that was just pathetic. "My name is Sasha, daughter of a former Knight." She would rather not mention the name, things may not go over easily.
Daring herself to look away from the sword, as if it came at her there was nothing she could do about it anyway, she found her deep and fearful glare meet up with the man's. What Sasha really locked her sight to was his familiar blue eyes. Why were they familiar? She couldn't quite put her finger on it. Taking a deep breath to relieve some of the fear, she said bravely, "Look, you must understand that I mean no harm to anyone. Curiosity gets the best of all us, no?"
If the familiar man, who appeared to be a commoner, was getting annoyed she hoped her brave statement would help in some way. But he was a commoner, no? Why should she have to be afraid, or show respect for him? Then the thought came right back at her; who was she? No, in fact she was lower than a commoner. Her self opinion told herself she was a traitor, and that was so true.
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Post by Sasha on Oct 24, 2010 4:28:49 GMT -5
It was a little before noon, the sun not quite highest; aside from the heat and anxiety, Sasha was feeling great overall. She had been traveling for a long time, just about two weeks if the minimum was needed. Now walking along a seemingly remote forest path, she felt something come over her heart and worries began to reach her again...
Would they recognize her? If so, would they hurt her for her crimes? What if she acted strange and she was suspected of something? Sasha couldn't take it. She sighed heavily, with a voice of distress, and spotted a thick oak tree near the path. She bounded dishearteningly to it and almost fell up against it.
Sasha would never cry, even if she was completely alone. Spirits could see her, and that was a good enough excuse. Besides, it had only made her even more upset in the past! She may seem like a drama queen here, having a slight breakdown about worries, but it wasn't just that. Returning to Camelot meant she'd have to face the fact that she had murdered her father there approximately 17 years ago. Yes, she was the murderer. How horrible could she be? The only thing that confused her was that she hadn't meant to kill him.
She shrugged the thoughts away, now was not the time to sulk and nearly cry. Maybe sleep will help me a little, she thought softly. Sasha basically struggled to find a comfortable position on her side to sleep on, and then when her muscles relaxed fully, she took in a scent of the forest and heat... there on the grass against the oak, she fell into a sensitive sleep filled with disturbing images of her past.
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Post by Sasha on Oct 24, 2010 1:49:02 GMT -5
Thanks Arthur!
Also do you think you can change the eye colour to a very light green? So it's more like her?
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