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Post by Idris on Jun 21, 2011 18:36:22 GMT -5
Idris was starting to ease into her surroundings. As soon as she became aware that she wasn't going to get thrown out of the tavern or embarrass it was all well and good. She untied her cloak and set it beside her, knowing if she did not she would be freezing when they left the tavern. Her cloak looked as torn and tattered as the rest of her on the insides, but oddly on the outside it was wearing quite well; not that she was complaining of course.
Tristan already knew her personality too well; she of course went to protest at Tristan paying for her meal as he suggested it. Not wanting to be rude she allowed him to finish, but then she disappeared! He didn't give her a chance to argue; how was that fair? The stocks comment had silenced her however, she knew Tristan meant it in jest, but he could do it if he wanted, even if for a joke. Then again, she probably should have already been put in the stocks several times for her insolent behavior towards Tristan.
Idris tried to follow Tristan across the room to see where he was going. He was soon out of view so she gave up on that particular activity and started people watching. There were all sorts of people in the tavern; ranging from old couples, to other knights to friends and love-struck young adults. Idris's stomach turned whenever she saw public displays of affection like those shown by the latter kind, she had never been into overtly expressing her feelings anyway. Tristan was taking for what seemed to be forever but no sooner had she thought that than he was coming back towards the table, "What took you so long?" She asked playfully.
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Post by Idris on Jun 20, 2011 17:03:43 GMT -5
The tavern certainly was heaving. Tristan quickly guided her to an empty table and she sat down opposite him dutifully. Unsure of the reason for the rush she brushed it from her thoughts quickly. She considered that Tristan probably wouldn't want to scream to the whole of Camelot that he was hanging out with a servant. It wasn't the best use of a knight's time she imagined. However, Idris wasn't concerned with that, because if Tristan didn't want to be seen with her he would have slipped out of the servants quarters this morning, hangover or not, and not wanted to see her ever again.
Tristan started naming pies and she laughed as he turned down his own suggestion of a steak and ale pie. "You would be a very bad drunk if you were to fall over after one pie." She pointed out, grinning widely. She shrugged at the latter suggestion, now he had mentioned a steak and ale pie she fancied one. One of her mothers favorite pies had been a steak and ale pie and whilst she knew that it wouldn't be as good as her mothers, it was still worth a shot. Maybe it would even make her less homesick. She could see the hunger in Tristan's eyes, it was recognisable in all men; something she had learnt from early childhood- the way to a mans heart was always through the stomach. Although she had no intentions of doing anything to get to Tristan's heart in anything but friendship, she knew his good mood probably wouldn't last unless he was fed quickly, "I fancy the steak and ale pie," She declared happily, "You can have one too, so long as its just the one." She declared, giving him the wink to seal the deal. She hoped he was going to order, not pay, just order, then that would be another ordeal out of the way. |
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Post by Idris on Jun 20, 2011 16:23:41 GMT -5
It was odd how what seemed like such a simple and small event could cause both her and Tristan such happiness and joy. She hadn't had a pie since she'd left home, her mother used to home bake them. She winced a little, every now and again a different part of her past life as a farm hand seeped through into the here and now and they weren't the most helpful of memories when she was trying to enjoy her day. It was that homesickness which made her unsure she would ever find a home in Camelot. No, she wouldn't let this ruin her day, or Tristan. He had set his demons to rest for the afternoon so she should as well.
She nodded, "I'm not complaining." Tristan in a good mood was obviously preferred to him being in a bad mood, "And it's better than the mood you were in last night." That was also true, it had been one of the oddest introductions she'd ever had with anyone.
With the promise of a good pie, Idris was now starting to feel the pangs of hunger rising up through her stomach. She'd had breakfast before completing her morning duties so she'd probably already worked her breakfast off. The building Tristan was leading her into was huge, she took a moment to take it in as Tristan introduced the venue. She half laughed and nodded at Tristan as he told her to prepare herself. She followed him inside the tavern. It wasn't a particularly light room, with those eating seeming to be on one side of the room, and those who wanted to get drunk as quickly as possible on the other. She was unaccustomed to the way things worked in the city. Did you have to order the pies? Well she figured you would, but who would you order it from and when?
Tossing her head back she took it in her stride, as usual, "So, what would you recommend?" She asked Tristan boldly, hoping he would order for her. She didn't expect him to pay of course but she had little idea what she was doing and didn't want to embarrass herself in front of him. This was where her upbringing in the countryside really showed its true colours, although she wanted to appear as if she were streetwise and knew the cities ways inside out she knew the total opposite. Luckily her confidence allowed her to keep up the illusion, and she hoped it wouldn't fail her now.
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Post by Idris on Jun 20, 2011 14:45:24 GMT -5
In Idris's experience, keeping things to yourself wasn't always a bad thing. However, Idris was incredibly nosy, and although she hadn't known Tristan for long she felt like she wanted to know what was bothering him. However, she appreciated that she didn't exactly givr a lot away either; it wasn't her style. Telling Tristan her entire life story would probably only make him pity her more than he already probably did. She didn't really want pity, she was content with her life, sure she wished for better, but who didn't? "Fair enough." She commented softly, letting him know she wasn't offended for him retaining whatever was bothering him; if he wanted to tell her he would in his own time.
Idris was snatched from her thoughts by Tristan linking her by the arm and dragging her down a different side street. She was shocked by his action, surely he didn't want to be seen being this intimate with a servant? He could palm being with her at the market off on protecting her, or showing her round, but this was an overt sign of friendship. She wasn't particularly complaining, she hadn't made many friends since her arrival in Camelot, mainly because she was such a private individual. Tristan however seemed to be making it his job to make her more lighthearted about her situation overall. "You've perked up a bit," She smiled broadly, gesturing to where he had linked her, "Did I do something? Or has the alcohol all but left your system?"
A pie makers? Brilliant. Idris loved a good pie, she'd been on whatever leftovers the cook saved for them as her luxury food items since her arrival so she was glad of the change in her diet. She laughed as Tristan deemed her as 'all right' to face this pie maker, "I'd like to see him try to say I wasn't 'all right'." Idris pointed out, smiling up at Tristan, who did seem to be a lot happier; maybe it was the promise of food? What was it with men and food. She grinned at his comment about being alright seeing as she was with a knight of Camelot, "Yeah, a knight and a servant, who would mess with us?"
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Post by Idris on Jun 19, 2011 15:58:34 GMT -5
Idris could hardly contain her disappointment that Tristan's thoughts appeared to be somewhere else. He hadn't reacted to her ribbons comments, nor the comments about her dress. Surely that had warrented a comment at least? She didn't want to pry too much on what was on his mind because if it was preoccupying his thoughts that much then it couldn't be anything pleasant. Plus, if he was in a bad mood then this whole trip would be ruined. It was all very well and good, Tristan could go back to his quarters with the promise of a warm meal and perhaps a hot bath, But Idris would be serving this evening so she didn't want to waste her day moping about after Tristan's bad mood.
Idris looked down at her dress again, it really was a mess. She and her younger sister had stitched it before she had left the family farm. It was supposed to last her at least a year, but she supposed her family couldn't have known what work she was going to be doing in Camelot. She still missed them all, she'd never show it, but she did miss each and everyone of them; even if she was hurt she'd essentially been turned out of her own home. Perhaps now was the time for making a new home however, then again, she'd probably need someone to make that life with and that was hardly going to happen anytime soon.
Idris was disappointed Tristan didn't have any particular idea on what to do, mainly because she had no idea what there was to do in Camelot. His tone had changed somewhat and she wondered if it was her whom had changed the mood so quickly; after all who else could it be? "Have I offened you in some way my Lord?" She asked tentatively, looking down then observing him, she hadn't meant whatever she had done.
However, no matter how depressed Tristan was becoming, there was still the question of what to do as the morning was dragging on. She was clueless, totally, not that it bothered her, "Why don't we find somewhere to get something to eat?" She suggested, "You haven't even had breakfast yet have you?" |
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Post by Idris on Jun 18, 2011 13:47:45 GMT -5
Idris watched bemused as Tristan was banged into by a large brutish man who Tristan then expected her to stand up to. She watched the man for a moment, imagining how well that one would go down. She laughed and shook her head, “That’s your job, your trained to deal with disturbances and injustices.” She ran a hand through her hair and stopped herself giggling, “You surely don’t just run around not rescuing maidens?” She wasn’t sure how far she could go with this topic, he had been a bit tender about it earlier but it was well known that rescuing maidens was supposedly the job of knights. Surely one bad rescue couldn’t have just set his confidence back this much? Then again, Idris had never had the experience of being in love. She had no idea of its effect on those who it touched.
She was pleased with her purchase of her ribbons, especially seeing as she would have the chance to wear them later during her duties. Idris noticed Tristan watching her and was glad he didn’t offer to buy her the ribbons or anything like that. She worked hard for her money and was glad to spend it on things which she enjoyed. “Pretty women enjoy pretty things.” She shrugged and winked, “I don’t have much need to buy many things, but I should probably be saving up for a new work dress.” She gestured to her hems and the small holes beginning to form at the bottom of her dress where she had caught it.
Idris nodded, noting that this was probably the best time to view Camelot. From what she’d heard from the neighbouring villages when she had lived previously, Camelot had constantly been under threat from this magical threat and that one. She’d heard about the dragon, mainly as some of Camelot was still regrouping after the attack. Idris was glad she had arrived after that had happened because knowing her luck she’d have been in the crossfire.
Idris dragged Tristan down the main stalls, not seeing much which interested her. “Is there anywhere you want to go?” She asked casually, “And no the tavern is not an answer.”
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Post by Idris on Jun 16, 2011 4:43:49 GMT -5
A young woman, babe in arms, smashed into Idris's side and nearly sent her flying, Idris went to shout and argue with her but the woman was gone as quickly as she had arrived. The sheer volume of people was nearly intimidating. Idris wasn't the largest of women, and even Tristan was getting his fair share of bashing around in the streets. "If they keep bashing into me there won't be enough people left in Camelot to form crowds." Idris replied hotly to Tristan. She felt herself becoming flustered, but no, this was Idris, things like this didn't bother her. She didn't let them.
She tried to focus on something else, anything else. A stall was selling different ribbons and fabrics. Idris observed them, shoving past a woman who was dawdling about in the street. This was one of the few times she wished she had been born higher up the social scale. The fabrics were rich and expensive, but she could imagine how excuisite they would have been to actually wear. She purchased a small amount of ribbon to tie in her hair, as she had left a lot of her ribbons at home when she had begun her journey to Camelot.
Idris still felt bad about how she was speaking to Sir Tristan, she knew she should be being more respectful but it seemed like it was the situation with Sir Lucan all over again, even when she tried to be more respectful they just told her not to be. Idris knew her place when she was in the serving hall so there was no worries she would be sacked for her insolence, but it was difficult to know how knights wanted you to act around them. She often just did her duty and carried on in a quiet manner.
Idris shrugged at Tristan's question, "I haven't seen a great deal of the city in truth." She answered quickly, "This is the first time I've really been out of the castle, i've been quite busy with my serving duties." She tried to explain but then figured that the answer wasn't really an answer, "But from what I've seen so far, I really like the look of things, it's a wonderful city, even if it is a bit busy."
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Post by Idris on Jun 14, 2011 4:42:05 GMT -5
"A market?" Idris repeated and nodded her head, "Sure why not?" She was half enjoying just aimlessly walking around, and then she started to feel slightly guilty. She should be treating Tristan, as a knight of Camelot, with more respect surely? She knew she should, but Idris always had issues with bending to authority, her father used to call it her rebellious streak; her mother used to call it being a brat. Smiling up at Tristan, and now confused by her own thoughts she didn't really know what to say, should she start acting subservient? Tristan didn't seem to mind about her teasing him, if he was then she knew she would already be in the stocks by now.
"Yeah let's go to the markets." She confirmed. As they directed themselves in the direction oft he markets she was reminded of the hustle and bustle there was just going down one of the streets in Camelot. She looked up at Tristan and shrugged, "But let's not stay too long? I'm not quite used to the crowds yet." It was true, Idris wasn't used to being pushed and pulled around without there being a reason for it. It wasn't a sign of weakness; no. She just didn't enjoy the amount of people there were on the streets.
Her thoughts flew to the events of the evening, she knew there was a feast going on, but she didn't know what they were celebrating. Maybe someone else was getting knighted? Who knows. All Idris knew was that she would be serving the knights in the Great Hall until the early hours of the morning. She knew she couldn't be over familiar with Tristan in that setting.
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Post by Idris on Jun 12, 2011 14:01:19 GMT -5
Idris wasn’t being guarded because she didn’t trust Tristan, on the contrary she was warming to him quite a lot. She was just used to it as a fact of life, her father always told her not to tell anyone anything that wasn’t needed. It wasn’t a show of her being rude or untrusting, it was just her showing she was a private person.
She couldn’t believe how busy the streets of Camelot were. Not having come out of the castle an awful lot since her arrival it came as a bit of a culture shock. It was defiantly a change from her backwards and slow life as a farmhand. In ways she was incredibly irritated with her family, especially her parents. If they had known from an earlier age that she wouldn’t be able to stay with them then they should have prepared them better for her later life. She knew everything about how to rear livestock, how to cultivate a field and run a household. She had grown up in the innocence that she would be married off to some farmhand and live her life as she had lived her childhood; only with the addition of a husband and a child every year.
Tristan reassured her that it was always this busy, and she fully believed it. Camelot certainly would be really eerie if the whole city was totally deserted. She was sure she would get used to it for as long as she stayed here. She wasn’t sure what she wanted anymore, did she want to return to being a farmhand? Or did she want to stay here in Camelot?
That thinking was way too deep for the start of the day anyway. It was a lovely day so why spoil it with thoughts of the future? She just wanted to enjoy the time before her next serving shift. “Yeah it’s better to be full than empty.” She agreed then she looked down the street and then around her head, “So, what is there to do in Camelot?”
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Post by Idris on Jun 10, 2011 13:16:22 GMT -5
Idris was enjoying the morning, well what was not to enjoy about it? It defiantly made up for Tristan technically ruining her evening last night, more than made up for it even. For a knight, Tristan certainly didn't act all knight-ish; she was sure she'd just made up that word. He and Arthur seemed nearly totally different, but then again she hadn't given Tristan a fair chance yet. She'd seen Arthur occasionally over the last month or so. He was polite to all the servants and was never seen in public drunk. But as she'd already thought, Tristan hadn't really been given a chance yet, and he wasn't even at his best yet because he was so hung over. The fresh air would do him good.
Tristan outlined his usual knightly duties and she nodded then putting her head to the side, "I'd asked you to demonstrate your 'manly' traits, but you might have me flogged for questioning it." She raised an eyebrow and continued on her way with Tristan at her side like an old friend rather than someone she'd only met last night.
"Are you trying to say you think I'd get drunk?" She asked, half chocking with shock at the thought then she giggled, "I wouldn't let you carry me, You might drop me!" She was still teasing him but he was rising to each challenge she threw at him so she theorized that he couldn't dislike it too much. "I would be lighter to carry than you were, but I suppose you'll never know." She resisted the urge to stick her tongue playfully at him, but instead settled for a satisfied knowing grin.
"Life as a servant?" She repeated and shrugged, "It's ok I guess, some of the other servants are lovely, the older ones don't like me much though." She pulled a face, "But I don't mind too much." Tristan was still watching her so hotly she continued her babble, "It's very different to the kind of work I was used to, but I manage." That was more than enough to answer the question surely? "How long have you been a knight of Camelot?"
The streets of Camelot were bustling and humming with the hub of activity the city boasted. Servants, knights and merchants were all pushing and pulling in different directions around the streets. Idris pushed closer to Tristan for fear of losing him in the busy street, she was only of medium height and slight so it made her an easier target to be pushed about in the street, "It's busy today isn't it?" She asked, half of shock; she hadn't really been out of the castle much since her arrival.
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Post by Idris on Jun 8, 2011 16:59:46 GMT -5
Idris was defiantly warming to the conversation, at first she would have been quite contented just to continue to her bed and relax for a while, but Brynn seemed nice enough. Idris had been in Camelot too long without friends, and although she stubbornly wasn’t overtly seeking them, they seemed to be seeking her out. As Brynn started saying she would settle into Camelot she studied the woman. Idris knew that Brynn loved her home, but Idris had no home at the moment. There was certainly nothing to keep her at Camelot she could leave tomorrow and nothing would be thought of it. She didn’t hate it, it just didn’t feel like home yet. She was sure it would get easier as the months and even years went by then Camelot would feel more homely. Brynn had a whole life here with her family, Idris had the clothes on her back.
“I help upstairs usually at the feasts and serving the knights.” Idris nodded and smiled, “I think I prefer it to helping down here.” It was true, she loved being up where the action was, although people often thought Idris was reserved because she didn’t volunteer information readily, it was more about being guarded rather than being shy. It was true, servants had their say and they could make their voices heard in their own little world, they were seldom disturbed whilst they were in the serving quarters and Idris was glad of it sometimes. “What does your work involve?” She asked curiously.
Idris nodded as Brynn confessed she had no knowledge to the origin of her name, “It’s the same with my name,” Idris explained, “My parents never really explained where they had got the name from, but I don’t suppose I really asked either.”
The child, Elinor, was hiding behind her sisters skirts. Idris watched her for a few moments, seeing her sister many years ago in her. Idris took Brynn’s offer of a seat up readily, she had been helping out upstairs with the breakfast this morning, and if one knight had a problem, they all had a problem. Idris hadn’t conversed with people deeply for so long she barely knew where to stir the conversation next, “Do you have any other siblings?”
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Post by Idris on Jun 7, 2011 7:28:31 GMT -5
Idris stiffly inclined her head, her own sister Jocelyn had often been counted as a handful, but not so much as her brothers who seemed to go hand in hand with mischief. She had been in Camelot for so long her family felt like a vague dream which she wasn't sure was reality a lot of the time. She hoped she would get the chance to go back to them to see if they were all ok, that was the only problem with only her father being literate. He was far too busy to write, and even if he did then it would be too expensive to post and she wouldn't be able to write back.
Idris stopped herself laughing at him proclaiming that he wasn't usually the damsel in distress. She highly doubted that in his current state. "You should be rescuing people." Idris half sounded like she was reprimanding him like a naughty child, but that wasn't it at all. She was still teasing him in a way because after he'd nearly broken down on her last night she didn't particularly want a repeat. "So come on, if you don't rescue people, how else does a knight spend his day?"
She looked like she was going to agree with his idea for a drink for a moment but she tapped his nose with the tip of her finger with a resounding, "No," She smiled then continued, "I'm not carrying you anywhere, my shoulders are still hurting from last night!" She pulled a face, wondering what to do. She wanted to go to the markets, but she wanted to walk around Camelot as well, she hadn't really got the chance, "It's a nice day we could just continue our walk?"
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Post by Idris on Jun 5, 2011 16:34:31 GMT -5
Idris certainly couldn't suppress her confused look at Tristan said that staring at her would make her enjoy herself more. She wasn't going to point out that the only setting that would matter in would be if they were courting, which she was pretty sure they weren't. She wasn't going to bring it up because she remembered how Tristan had reacted about rescuing fair maidens. Sure he had been drunk at the time, but it would be highly embarrassing for him to tear up again in front of her, especially in public.
Idris couldn't understand Tristan's character, he seemed sweet on one side and egotistical on the other. It had been the 'your being escorted by a knight of Camelot' comment which had convinced her of the latter. He had reaffirmed her comments that she didn't look like nobility in anyway, and although some women would be insulted, Idris was glad she looked like who she was trying to be, instead of the servants who liked to pretend they were like nobility, and tried to look like it. "I like the sound of your sister." She smiled, any noble who didn't act within the conventions of it seemed alright in Idris's opinion.
She nodded, "Well I'm no physician, but I'd put that down to the ale." She gave him a small wink and skipped ahead a few paces but stopped and looked back at him, "So where are we headed?" She asked. She put her hands on her hips mockingly and studied Tristan, "You do know where we're going don't you my Lord?"
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Post by Idris on Jun 5, 2011 15:48:14 GMT -5
Idris could feel Tristan watching her every now and again. At one point she'd actually put her hand to her cheek, thinking there was a spec of dirt lodging there but she couldn't feel anything, "Is there something wrong?" She asked, she didn't mean to sound cranky but she didn't want to go out into the market if half her face was covered in coal from the kitchens this morning, or dirt from when she'd cleaned out one of the store cupboards.
She was quite worried about what people would think, a servant with a knight? It was hardly the done thing around here was it? She wasn't embarrassed, she just didn't need to give the other servants another stick to beat her with. She forcefully decided to enjoy her morning because it was this or just fade back into obscurity, and after the meeting with Sir Lucus, who said she and Sir Tristan couldn't be friends.
The sun outside was bright and Idris relished in it. It felt lovely on her skin and just transported her back to those sunny afternoons in her families farm. She looked up at him and raised an eye brow when he used the word 'lady' and gestured to her blue dress. It was well worn at the hem and had some stains around the skirts and rolled her tongue around the words, "I'm hardly dressed like a Lady of the Court my Lord, but this morning is lovely, couldn't have picked a better day." She studied him carefully and carefully replied, "And how does my Lord find this morning?"
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Post by Idris on Jun 4, 2011 10:09:35 GMT -5
Idris studied Brynn, she was something different, not like some of the stuffy servants who were using their positions to better themselves and get closer to serving the royals personally, she seemed like someone who just wanted to do right for her family and settle down. Idris envied her in some respects, there had been no way Idris’ family could have accompanied her to Camelot, for one they wouldn’t have because they had their own plot of land, but also she wouldn’t have expected them too.
Idris nodded softly as Brynn noted that Camelot was a nice place to settle down, “I’m sure it is, but being here for only a few weeks I’m not yet sure, it is a nice place to work though.” She didn’t want to sound as if she was dismissing Brynn’s want to stay here and settle down. Idris admired her in some ways, it was just for the meantime Idris didn’t feel as if she fitted in in Camelot, after all she was used to the slow paced field life, not being at the cultural hub of the entire kingdom. Maybe if she found someone to settle down with then it would change, but that was yet to be seen of course.
Idris wasn’t surprised that no one had ever heard of her name. She was still of the opinion that her mother plucked the name out of the sky. She didn’t mind though, it made her feel individual and different, not only that but it stood out in a way that names like ‘Jocelyn and Isabelle’ were lost on the ears. “I’ve never yet come across another Idris, but you are the first Brynn I have ever met as well.”
She resisted the urge to shrug off Brynn’s comments about not just saying she was a mere servant. “I don’t mind.” Idris protested, “It’s a living I suppose.” It was true, if Idris had her own way she would be attached to one lord or lady, or even back at the farm with her own family instead of running around after half of the castle.
She turned her attentions back to the girl who had run into her legs, “Hello Elinor, my names Idris.” The little girl was adorable and Idris raised her eyes as the girl proclaimed her status, “You are not just as servant girl.” Now Idris was starting to sound like Brynn, “Don’t let anyone tell you that, you could be a goose maiden like your sister.” She smiled approvingly back to Brynn, warming to her gently.
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Post by Idris on Jun 4, 2011 9:56:14 GMT -5
Idris was well aware Tristan was still half hung over, and that would probably make the morning more interesting. If he was just being polite then he wouldn’t be able to keep his mood sweet throughout their walk. It wasn’t that Idris didn’t trust him, she just wasn’t used to people being this nice in Camelot; but of course she wasn’t complaining. Idris smiled and nodded as Tristan said he was ready to accompany her. She was glad to get out of the stuffy castle and enjoy some sunshine, maybe she’d even catch sight of the other knights training. Idris had never been a sucker for a knight in armour, but nevertheless it was an understatement to say any of the knights were bad looking. Well, excepting a hung over knight who probably looked better after a bath and a shave. He was sweet though.
She felt her dress and held up her hand to stop Tristan as he looked raring to go,
“One moment, I just need my coin purse.” Now she was half glad she hadn’t made it to the inn last night, it meant there was more money to spend on things down at the markets. She tucked it in one of the pockets of her dress then prompted Tristan with, “So, are you ready to go Sir?” She still had to remember her station, which knights seemed to make it difficult to do in Camelot; they could speak down to you but you had to speak up to them. It was all incredibly confusing.
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Post by Idris on Jun 3, 2011 17:55:58 GMT -5
Idris had to stop laughing, she knew he was trying to be kind and considerate towards her, but this probably would never ever happen to her ever again. She loved the fact he sounded incredibly confident as he said that he could hack anything because he was a knight of Camelot, and that it ebbed away as she had asked him if he was actually serious. Tristan obviously wasn’t very used to women at all.
She stifled her giggles and smiled apologetically at him, “I’m sorry, but it’s not something I hear everyday, or indeed have ever heard.” Now Idris felt bad as he was saying that he felt bad about how hard she had to work. She shuffled her feet slightly uncomfortably and bit her lip, “You shouldn’t feel bad because I’m a servant.” She said briefly, “I chose this position.” It was half true, she could have probably sought employment somewhere else, but she had been in desperate need of work.
She smiled as he said he would take her around the town, “Excellent,” She enthused and went to grabbed her blue cloak. It was a bit worn as it was her only cloak really. She tied it enthusiastically before edging back towards Tristan, raising an eye brow and tossing her hair back slightly, “So, Sir Tristan, will you accompany me on this fair afternoon?”
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Apr 5, 2012 16:06:39 GMT -5
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Post by Idris on Jun 3, 2011 17:03:29 GMT -5
Idris nodded as he said his head wasn’t hurting as much as he expected. Well he had gone to bed relatively early which always helped. She was sure his head and his reputation would have been much worse if he had ended up in the castle dungeons for breaching the curfew and being drunken in the castle. She settled herself sitting on the bed opposite him, studying him. He wasn’t a bad looking knight, but none of them seemed to be bad looking. However, he wasn’t clean shaven and whatever was eating him up inside showed in his physical appearance. He looked a bit raggedy, even from a servants perspective. But maybe that was a result of the previous night?
She watched him stand up and as he spoke she raised her eye brows higher than she ever had before. She half giggled and caught it in her hand,
“My servant?” She repeated and stood up to his level, cocking her hips to one side and folding her arms, “You sure you could hack it?” She put her head to the side and just raised one eye brow, pursing her lips and giving him a small smile.
Then, giving up the pretence she put her arms to the side and gave him a little giggle, “Are you being serious? What would I need a servant for?” She asked, folding her arms casually across her chest. She didn’t really need any help in completing her jobs for the day because she’d already finished before her evening duties. She had been thinking she could go into the centre of Camelot for a few hours and see what the city had to offer, “Well, if you are serious, maybe you could show me around the markets in Camelot? I’m free for the rest of the day you see.”
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