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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Dec 24, 2011 0:00:38 GMT -5
Yet, this was all speculation and thought. It was hard to gage a young king this early in the game, but as Prince, he certainly had matured over the years from the stories that she had heard of his behavior. And of course, there had been that brief run in within the Balor woods. The Prince had shown his horse a great respect, and perhaps that was all Faerydae had needed to witness to believe that he would make a good king. Although, one could never be certain. After all, everybody had their secrets, from what she understood, Morgana Le Fey did and look at where those secrets put her. Secrets and royal families, if there was one thing that she learned from her time as Queen is that they always went hand in hand, she herself would have known that from her own share. Thankfully, no magic had lived in her bloodline or else she probably would have been a dead woman, not just a traitor to her people and king.
A snort escaped the animal besides her now. Ice blue eyes glanced over at the white stallion besides her now, his gaze ahead of them at a street up ahead that moved away from the market place. Faerydae could not help but to allow a smile grace her lips, after all, the wild horse of the Elder breed did not enjoy these large crowds hte life beyond the city wall. No doubt he was annoyed at their venture into Camelot for her own amusement and did not view them as being in a safe area at all. It had been one thing to be in a small town, but for the horse, a great city was an entire different thing. The gawks the white horse got as he moved through the crowds of people would be enough to set him off it were not for his companion, Faerydae, walking right besides him, "Oh Silver, it is not the end of the world," she informed the horse, but clearly, according to him, it very well could be.
Silver merely let out a whinny before he surged forward into the crowd now, moving with such pride that he expected people to move out of his way as he quickly freed himself of the crowds and waited by the corner of a street. Faerydae glanced one more time at the market before she went to join him and began to walk again once more with him. The people in the street slowly began to fade away now, leaving only the young woman and her horse to be the ones walking through the streets. Something felt eeire about it to her, although, she wasn't sure why. Glancing over her shoulder, Faerydae saw nobody there. Perhaps living on her own and being an exile has made her weary of a lot of things and slowly, she did begin to realize her mistake of coming to Camelot. In the end, it just was not safe here. It was not safe anywhere but the woods, and that was saying something since she got attacked more times than she could count there.
The stallion stopped in his tracks now, causing her to stop as well as they glanced around now at the streets surrounding them. She glanced back over her shoulder once more at the way to which they had come, but being lost in her thoughts, Faerydae found herself realizing that she wasn't entirely sure as to how she was suppose to get back to the great gates. Icy blue eyes glanced back over at her companion now, "Do you know the way back, Silver?" she asked the horse, his amber eyes glancing about before he shook his head slightly in a no. Well, that was never a good sign and Faerydae glanced around one more time, trying to figure something out. She did not wish to ask for directions, there was always that nerve racking issue that somebody may actually recognize her as the exiled Queen of Balor. Of course though, they could not just stay here.
Heaving a heavy sigh, she started to walk again once more, taking a right, "Come on Silver, I'm sure if we walk down, we'll end up in the lower town once more." Her voice held little certainy, and the stallion could sense it. His ears flickered at her voice for a moment before he slowly moved after her and once again, took the lead.
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Sept 15, 2011 23:17:11 GMT -5
Once again, the branches were tearing at his hide and his mane and tail, but Silver hardly paid attention. He felt as if his hooves were carrying him over the ground, as if he were flying. Any fallen tree that came in his way, he quickly hurtled himself over it and every so often, glance over his shoulder to make sure that the others were still following him. It was such a strange thing to have other horses keeping up with him, usually they could not. The funny thing was about those humans, or, well, perhaps a better term would be two leggers, for they felt different to him than Faerydae did. Silver just couldn’t place a thought on it for now. Up ahead, he saw the large tree now and its twisted roots and quickly, he sped up to get to her faster. Dirt and grass flew as he slid to a stop, his hooves like daggers upon earth’s body now. Amber eyes settled on his human, nestled into the roots. She looked even worse, like death itself and her breath had slowed down. A nervous whicker could not help but to escape the horse as he glanced back towards the others now before stepping over the roots to her.
Lowering his head, his velvety muzzle pressed up against her cheek and rubbed her slightly, hoping to stir her. Pulling back, amber eyes just rested on her now, waiting for something to happen. The smallest of movement escaped her and her head turned, eyes fluttering open to stare at her companion now, “Silver..?” she murmured, hardly recognizing her own voice. Moving made her weaker, and yet, her motivation to move was hardly there anymore. The young woman found it far easier to just let herself drift away and never wake up again. Hearing sound, her gaze slowly moved to where it was coming from, startled to see people there now. It made her wonder if Silver had found them by some chance, and to her, they didn’t seem real. Perhaps she was hallucinating though, her blood loss was great and her head seemed to rattle about in such a way. The people with Silver did not seem real, or well, they did not seem like people to her. Faerydae did not want them to see her like this; she never liked people seeing her at all though.
They looked royal to her too, that was all she needed. Nobles and royalty were hardly sympathetic to her, not that Faerydae could really blame them, not with her story of betrayal. Still, people just made her nervous. One never knows what a true individual is capable of doing, whether in society's eye or not. Another nervous whinny escaped Silver as she tried to move and he danced about her even though he didn't need to. Her legs and arms felt like metal, too heavy to move in her state and the world was spinning. Her eyes glanced down at her side now, her hand clutching it and the blood seeping out everywhere, but it wasn't just from her side, but also from her legs. Markings of black and blue appearing against her skin. Faerydae could hardly concentrate now, it was becoming too hard with blood loss and her worries and fears began to melt away when everything turned black.
Notes; Oh, that's okay =] You could have godmoded him if you wanted, but thank you! My endings's a little iffy, but she passed out. I usually write a lot better than this, but tiring day.
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Sept 12, 2011 23:54:28 GMT -5
The white horse came to a halt now, standing besides an ancient oak tree. It stood tall and proud, looming over everything else with its gnarled roots that looked like protective arms. Her weight shifted and Silver feared her slipping, so he knelt himself down by the roots, allowing her to slide off and hit the ground gently, but even then, his human hardly looked in control. Liquid amber eyes stared at her in worry as she rested herself up against the tree, nestled in two of its roots. The young woman looked sickly pale, almost as white as her hair and caused the newly formed bruises to stand out like eye sores, and her breath as shallow as a dying wind. But that was not what made him so worried, it was her hand clenching at her side. Blood was spilling onto the forest floor, and it seeped through her cloth. It was not a good sign, especially when her ice blue eyes were locked on his side for a moment before she closed them, “I stained you, Silver…I’m so sorry.” He turned his head, glancing towards his shoulder blade now to glance at what she had spoken of.
Her blood was on his coat, staining into his white fur. It made him nothing more than nervous now and his eyes glanced to his legs now, where there was more blood seeping in, but it was not hers, but the men’s. His ears flatten at the thought of those men, ambushing them such. It had caught Silver completely off guard; they had attacked him as well, placing ropes around him while they attacked his human. Her screams and sobs still haunted and echoed in his mind, never before had Silver felt so ashamed of himself, to let her get hurt. The men were becoming more dangerous, and it made him wonder if her king still knew that she was alive. Either that, or people were just becoming more lustful. All of these nomads and passerby’s within the woods. Silver had thought Balor’s forests were ugly enough with its beasts, but clearly, it was men who he had to heed to more than the common animal. He took a step towards her, his head falling down and his muzzle nuzzling her cheek, blowing hot air against her cool skin.
Her free hand reached up slightly and weakly stroked his cheek, her head turning against his own, “Silver…” she murmured, not even really meaning anything about it, all what it was bring her comfort to know that he was there with her. The horse remained silent for a moment, she would not die. He saved her before, he would save her again. Lifting his head, he glanced back in the direction from which they came. The horse knew the men would not come; they were lying dead on the forest floor, with broken bones and shattered skulls. They deserved it for what they had done to his human, and Silver could only hope that their afterlife was even worse. Even though they were gone though, he still felt nervous about leaving her hear, who’s to say she wouldn’t take her own life? Everything seemed hopeless at the moment, she was loosing far too much blood and she must not only be in pain from that, but also from the beatings. His head turned back towards her, a slight whicker escaping him, wondering if she would respond, hoping that maybe he could will her to climb upon his back once again.
Ice blue eyes fluttered open to stare at him, “You have to go Silver…just don’t…don’t go to the city,” she managed to say, fighting the urge to fall asleep. Silver was still staring at her; she knew he was torn on what to do, worried about her, although, he finally moved. He could not wait any longer to worry about her, the horse could only put trust in her that she would do nothing of the sorts to bring harm to herself. Quickly, the horse launched himself forward through the forest, hoping that he would find somebody of trust. He wished that he could venture into the city, even if it was Balor, it would be easier. If he could have run into Kay, Silver was certain that he could get the human to come. He was the only one of his human’s bloodline that still loved her. He stumbled through the woods, his body wet with sweat now, amber eyes wild looking. There was a sound that caught the horse, and he came to an abrupt stop, glancing over. Through the trees, he could see another shape, white as him. Quickly, Silver moved towards it, breaking through the brush to come into another horse now.
Amber eyes stared at it. The horse was as white as him, but Silver knew that this was not of the elder breed, and yet, there was something special about the horse. Like Silver, he was different from the normal horses of Albion. A frantic whinny escaped Silver now, ‘Can you help my human?’
Timeline; Whenever
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Notes; I honestly could not think of a title XD And i felt like putting my intro from Silver POV, just because.
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Sept 6, 2011 20:19:34 GMT -5
Although, she really was trying to be reasonable here. There was no way he was having Silver, if that was the case, he would honestly have to kill her, or well, she and Silver would just leave. But he seemed like a nice enough fellow, which was why she was trying to get out of this situation as quickly as possible so she could continue on her way, away from civilization such as him. Faerydae was almost certain that she had him nailed to the tree when Silver’s heritage was brought up, even nobles were turned away at such a thought. Wild horses were unruly , untamed, and most of all, unpredictable not in actions, but also in genes. Granted, Silver was of the elder breed, but it only took those who knew of the stories to pinpoint such a breed for they were often thought of myth. But, before the young woman could emit victory in her heard, he lifted his finger, a gesture often used with children that the parents were to get the last word in, “He will be the stud of my finest herd. He can be wild, that’s perfectly fine, if that would make him happy.”
What? His words alone could not make her help but to cause her eyebrows to rise. Did this man really not just hear a word that she said? Once again, ice blue eyes glanced over towards the white horse, whose own amber eyes just glanced back towards her. If animals could speak, he’d probably be wondering if this man was a joke. Her gaze returned towards the man, biting her lip as she was trying to think of such a way to counter this at the moment, “You would want to have a cross breed for a foal?” that would certainly be a first for a noble, such a thing was almost would be unheard of. She was just uncertain of what to do, usually this was all very simple, but this man was making it difficult, as well as almost headache inducing, his accent certainly did not help much with the matter. How does one argue with somebody who does not understand her? If only there he were a lord of Albion would her life be a lot easier than this. Well, at least he hadn’t tried to touch Silver yet, that alone could have been a disaster. Faerydae found herself quite certain though that there was a going to be a point where this whole situation may become dangerous.
Her thoughts became interrupted though, “He doesn’t look very wild right now though, but it would be good for him,” it was at that statement that Faerydae found herself realizing that he might not fully understand the term ‘wild’, in Albion terms, “Are you sure? He looks right now as if he had never been wild in his life in his life. Very peaceful. As for my mare, I’m sure she is quite protected at the moment, what with the padding and the armor,” he said now, nodding towards his war mare with her fine armor, “Or can he wrestle that off?” he asked in a laugh. His ears flatten slightly at such a remark and Silver struck the ground, an annoyed snort escaping the horse as if he were saying ‘don’t tempt me’. Her eyes glanced back and forth between her horse and the man for a mere second now, “Sir, I don’t think you quite understand what I’m-“ but she found herself getting cut off, or perhaps this lord was just too distracted at the idea that he was getting the white horse for his own pleasure now even though there had been no such agreement yet.
“Truly excellent horse. I would definitely let him get wild as much as he wants . He ought to be put to good use, ma’am. Very fine,” and before she could even say anything, the man was reaching out towards Silver now. A squeal escaped the stallion, his ears flattening against his skull. How dare a human think that they could touch him? He only allowed those whom he trusted, and most certainly was he not going to trust a man who thought him nothing more than a common horse. He leaped away from the two humans, his back hooves planted into the ground for but a moment before kicking outwards, trying to send dirt flying in their directions. Silver whined towards his own human now, nodding his head and throwing it back towards the path in which they had come on, beckoning her to come with him now and to leave this odd foreigners behind on whatever adventure that they were currently pursuing. His hooves struck the ground once again in patience and his amber eyes lingered on the man now, distrust in his eyes at the thought of him trying to put a saddle on him.
Faerydae herself nearly cringed at such a display of a situation. Her annoyance at the situation was slowly building, not just at the man but at Silver too. He was proving to be no help in the matter, if anything, he probably was just giving them reason to be killed now. Her eyes glanced back over towards the man now, “Sir, when I say wild, I do not mean that he likes to mount things that moves, I mean it in the sense that he is unridable. Never have I seen a person get a saddle on him or even a lead line over his head, much less stay on him,” or perhaps, she had just been sugar coating everything. There had been a pause for her, as if she were trying to figure out on what to say at the moment, there was one thing, and perhaps in the beginning, she might have thought it a little harsh, but not anymore, “He’s not for sale,” Faerydae added on flatly now, hoping that might get the point of across in any language or dialect.
Notes: haha, it's alright! As you see, I was a little slow at crossing the road as well!
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Aug 21, 2011 18:26:52 GMT -5
[center  [/center] Silver’s ears flatten as the dog’s eyes narrowed. They did not trust each other, nor did either of them really take a liking to each other. It was built within their instincts though; dogs were a predator as much as a horse was a danger to them. Each of them waited for the other to make a move of attack, but it never happened. However, their words flew as if they were human daggers, tough and ridged with insult and defense. The white stallion continued to kick and paw up dirt, both in impatience and annoyance as well as a way to get back at the dog without even having to do anything. Everything was a mind game almost, and they had yet to have their human companions dictate otherwise to them. A snort escaped the dog now from the dirt before he finally answered, “I mean to say, when I see human, I think hunter,” he grunted now in objection, “Doesn’t matter if they’re good at it or not. When they have companions that are able to help; no matter if they’re grazer or not they’ll still be able to get the food they need.”
A snort escaped Silver, “Are you saying this is my fault?” the horse asked now, a challenging edge in his voice as his amber eyes glared at the dog, his ears pinned back. The dog snorted again, trying to get rid of the dust that had invaded his nasal cavities, “Besides, I think I did you a favor.” That last statement infuriated the white stallion to know end. A squeal escaped him, and he was light on his feet and took a step forward, ready to take a bite at the beast, but he caught movement out of the corner of his eye and backed off just slightly. The wild looking girl were giving the two of them glares, but Silver hardly thought he was deserving of such a look when it was her own companion who had started the mess. When she spoke some words, Silver would hear nothing of it. He was a stubborn horse, and of his breed, they did not take well to humans talking down upon them, magic user or not. There were only selected humans, and this girl, certainly was not one of them. He shot back an ugly statement and jumped away from her, putting distance between the two of them as he kept his ears pinned and watched her.
Even with his display of antics, they hardly seemed to phase the witch girl who continued to stare at him now,“You’re right,” she stated, although Silver was quite certain that more was coming. Her voice lowered, it was almost a dangerous growl “I know what he has done, and he knows what he has to do to make up for it. But you know what I am and had I wanted you dead, you would have been the second you stepped into my camp. I don’t like hurting innocents but I don’t take well to your threats or rudeness, no matter what the cause is.” He rolled his eyes at her threats, and magic users always wonder why people fear them. Either way, Silver did not say anything back, he merely kicked up some dirt and with a flick of his flowing tail, moved back over towards Faerydae now, giving the witch girl and her dog some space. Standing besides the fair haired woman, he rubbed his head up against her now as the witch girl smiled and laughed lightly at the small pack statement, “Yes it is, but only now. When we meet new people that we trust and care for, they become part of it without knowing.”
Ice blue eyes merely questioned, she did not entirely understand. How could they trust people? Surely not blindly, it was an odd concept to the young woman, something that had died long ago in her personality. Trust was too hard; people always hurt you in the end. It was better to trust nobody and be on your own rather than to put your fate in somebody else, at least another human. She had learned that lesson long ago and forever carried the burden heavy in her heart. As Silver rubbed his head up against her, the force almost enough to knock her over, she pushed his head away lightly. Rubbing was a bad habit to have in any horse, whether it was wild or tame, “They are the family I’ve always wanted,” concluded Kariza now. Did that mean that she did not have a family? It made Faerydae question her history almost, for after all, every story had a history behind it, and every being, whether human or animal, had a story. Although, she knew better than to ask, for if it had been her, the young woman knew that she would never offer up her history to anybody, too ashamed to admit it.
Kariza was so different from her, and she could easily see it. The girl who stood before her was completely different from the exiled Queen. She practically radiated confidence, independence, and even power. It was unknown to her for how long she had been wandering through the woods of Albion, or even what she did with her life, but it was clear to Faerydae as bright and day that she was independent (aside from her traveling companion) and anybody would be a fool to mess with her or to cross her path. They were so different from each other, and as she thought about this girl, Kazira, it made her wonder what the other saw in her. No doubt a timid girl, meek and full of fear, which was true. There were times where the young woman felt as if she were a paranoid doe, standing out in a field waiting to hear the snap of a bow. She relied on Silver so much as a defense, it was almost depressing. She ran rather than fight and being constantly on edge took its toll. Her mind might had continued on this thought process if it were not for Kazira’s words.
“Faerydae, that’s a very beautiful name,” she commented lightly now. Beautiful…she would almost argue, but she did not say a word, her gaze merely dropped to the forest floor now as she held Silver close by her, “As is yours. I’ve never heard anything like it before,” Faerydae replied now. Although, everything became animated quickly, “Silver is a strong name, and it does suit him.” It wasn’t so much as an opinion, so much as a statement. Ice blue eyes flickered up just in time as Kazira shot a playful wink towards the white stallion. A gleeful whinny escaped Silver, both in agreement with her words as well as laughter at the dog rolling his eyes. It was the first one since they had met this pair. Nodding his head, his wild mane flew into his amber eyes, but his ears remained perked forward now, showing that he and the magic user were finally on friendly terms now. The action only caused a small smile to crack across her lips now, Silver’s humanoid actions always brought a smile to her lips.
When she asked of the woods though, it became clear that the question was either quite surprising or silly. She watched as Kariza’ brow furrowed for a moment, as if questioning the question as well as trying to put it together in her head, “No, I have nothing to fear from the woods. Woods like these have been my home since I’ve been old enough to crawl,” she stated now before continuing on, “That doesn’t mean that I’m not cautious though, there are things that can hurt me. I am only human,” Kariza concluded with a small giggle. It was odd to hear on so serious a matter, but it could have something to do with being a magic user, after all, she would not think that they have a lot to fear, other than getting caught and her surviving this far meant something. Although, that came to a halt and her gaze was cutting through the woods now and straight at Faerydae now, to which it was almost a little unnerving, “Do you fear the woods, Dae?” Her eyes dropped for a moment before turning towards the dense trees, staring into the deep woods now for a moment, “I don’t fear the trees,” she murmured now, the trees were nothing more than a comforting cage, something that actually made her feel safe, “I fear the groups of men that cut through the woods…”
Notes: Hey Kazira, silly question, but what color do you use for Moros? I've just been justing Kazira's color, but I feel like that's cheating XD |
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Aug 21, 2011 18:08:51 GMT -5
The gears of Caitrin’s mind still seemed to be at work though as their conversation strove forward, about a topic that the young woman very much enjoyed: horses. The animals were always a safe subject for Faerydae, they were something that she greatly enjoyed in life and it also kept the conversation off of her as well. She often found herself more at peace talking about the god’s gift to man in the form of a great four legged animal rather than her story, if anything, if she could survive this meeting with Caitrin de Archer without having to give any information about herself to the red head girl, then the day would be quite successful for her, for even though Caitrin was just merely a girl, and probably a harmless one at that, Faerydae still found it hard to trust anybody. Life could be cruel like that, but it has happened so many times that she found herself weary of anybody who spoke now. Ice blue eyes fell on the black and white mare for a moment, which stood patiently besides its companion’s side, there was such a beauty to the mare, and even though she was not of the Elder breed like Silver, there was something special about her. It was easy for her to see, as well as the white stallion, for he had not made a face at her yet.
A grin flashed across the red head’s lips now as Silver had taken the opportunity to answer the question for Faerydae, who almost had not been too amused by it as she shot the horse a look, although, it was hardly threatening and he knew that. The white stallion rubbed his head up and down her side as his velvety muzzle grazed her arm, clearly looking for attention. She tried to ignore him, after all, she was talking with Caitrin and not him, although, the other seemed distracted with thoughts at the moment, and the fair haired woman could only hope that they were not thoughts of curiosity. Silver’s head rubbed up against her yet again, this time, a little more persistent now which finally got her attention and she ran her small hands over his face now, caressing the white stallion a woman would her lover in such a way, with tender touches and love, one might have thought Silver human rather than horse with the attention that he received, “You must have a lot of trust in him, to pick, and lead you to your destination?” Her eyes had been staring into the horse’s amber eyes for a moment before they glanced back towards Caitrin now, “I trust Silver with my life completely, more than I ever would with a man.”
Perhaps the answer was a little more than what the red head had bargained for, but to have a horse choose one’s path of destination, that had to speak for more than just, well, the path they traveled. Half of the time, they did not even use roads; perhaps it was the roads that followed them instead. Although, the conversation did not stop there, Faerydae went on to assure the young woman that her company was perfectly fine. It was not something that she was quite used to though, her only travel companion has always been Silver, on occasion, the two of them have picked up some others, but they never stay for long. She pushed them away, she knew it so because trust was hard to come by for her, and she had this defense of an invisible wall of will that just set up around her, there had only been once person who had managed to crack that wall, and well, he was long gone now. Although, it also made her wonder if the answer was enough to settle Caitrin’s growing curiosity now. It was not something easy to ignore, and just by the thoughts that she could see within the red head’s mind, Faerydae knew that it might be harder to avoid the past now, for it was simply natural to explore a new acquaintance and her words to have an impact, “Court life can be very lonely,” she commented now.
While she did not say a word, the young woman could agree with the fellow female. There was nothing that she had missed from court life, now that her eyes were open to the world around her. Plus, Caitrin was not tied down by the binds of marriage and pleasing a husband, nor was she part of the monarch, so her interoperations of court life were probably very different from that of Faerydae’s. Her hands moved through Silver’s mane for a moment, finding time to entertain herself when a question escaped the red head’s lips, “Have you ever spent any time at court?” Ice blue eyes snapped up from the horse to the girl now, alarmed almost. Her gaze did not falter for a moment before it finally dropped and she turned her attention towards the trees and the starting depth of the woods, thinking. She found herself wish to recluse herself now, as a turtle would into its shell. It was dangerous territory now, and it was not Caitrin’s fault, she was simply a curious girl. No, it was Faerydae’s, she shouldn’t have stayed, perhaps she should have just moved on her way, “That was another life for me,” she commented softly now, roughly four years ago now. Perhaps, everything would be left at that though, although, it was hard to tame curiosity once it’s been fed.
Although, Faerydae’s own curiosity had been at its peak at the moment about the young woman’s uncle. There was just something about the name that hinted in her memory, although from what, she could not imagine, especially now when Caitrin had informed her that her uncle had never stepped foot within Balor, “Perhaps that is wise of him,” she replied now. Balor usually tended to remain neutral in conflicts, and Janus had hardly worried about the kingdom falling attack to anybody, why should he when the forests provided the perfect strong hold. Her thoughts were interrupted by yet another one of Caitrin’s questions though, which she seemed to be full off all of the sudden, “Why? Are you from Balor?” She found herself biting her lower lip slightly, thinking on how to answer such a question, but there seemed to be no true way to get away from it, “Yes…but I do not reside there any longer.” Faerydae honestly could not remember the last time she had set foot in Balor, ever since her exile, perhaps never, at least, not in the kingdom, but she always found herself returning to the Balor’s forests for they provided her comfort.
Thankfully, she managed to steer the conversation away from her now, but inquiring about the black and white mare now, or more specifically, the name. In many ways, she found it odd that Caitrin did not introduce her horse, but the fair haired woman also found that she was often out of tune with what was considered of nobility now, “It is not really a case of keeping her name a secret,” Caitrin spoke softly now, “It is more that no one has ever asked me her name before, so I usually don’t volunteer it.” Ice blue eyes rested on the girl and her horse for a moment and watched their connection, “Well, I guess I am not like other people,” she replied easily enough, “I think many people take them granted, every horse as a name. They are people as much as we are; just not all of us see it.”
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Aug 7, 2011 19:01:18 GMT -5
Yayyyy
Congrats to everybody, Caitrin, you so deserved it =]
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Aug 7, 2011 18:53:34 GMT -5
It was not long before Silver returned, brining the things that she needed and she quickly set everything up now, even so much as to put the horse’s saddle upon her own’s back, which he was none too pleased about at all. Either way though, Faerydae came to the conclusion that he would live, regardless of what the white stallion currently thought. When she picked up the blonde’s sword now, the blade glowed bright red from the flame that she had set it in and her eyes quickly glanced over towards the other now, as he leaned over his horse now, reassuring it that everything was going to be fine. When the bay had let out it’s squeal, it almost seemed to shake the silence of the forest now and out of the corner of her eye, she witnessed the young male cringe. It was something she could not blame him for doing, she might have done it too if it was not a sound the young woman was used to by now. But everything was done, and she put the sword down and away from the horse and ran the water over the burn wound, cooling it and quickly drowning out the shock of the pain. Feeling a gaze upon her, she glanced up meet his own blue eyes now, “Thank you.”
He sounded quite sincerely, and it was nice to hear that within his voice. There were not a lot of people who seem to care as much for their horses as he did. If he had been like anybody else, this horse would probably not be alive right now, “I do not know how to repay you,” he continued on and Faerydae found herself staring at him blankly. Repay? Certainly not, she not been looking around for work, this was something she did on her own accord, besides, no horse’s life is worth money, not to her at least, “I have very little coin,” he finally finished, and she found a place to interject now before the blond could bring out whatever money he had, “I do not need it. I survive off of trading; money has very little use to me. Besides,” she said now, her gaze dropping to the horse’s front legs as she freed them of the rope now, “I did this because I wanted to, not because I thought you would pay me.” She might have gone on if it were not for Silver who let out a whinny, clearly demanding to have the saddle taken off of him. Rolling her eyes, she stood up and undid the girth and pulled the saddle off her white stallion. No sooner than it did, he leaped away from her and threw out a buck; clearly displeased with the ‘torture’ he had gone through.
Faerydae was quite unphased by Silver’s actions; she knew that she wasn’t going to put another saddle on him unless something like this happened again. Placing the saddle down on the ground now and informed the young man that both he and his horse would have to rest, clearly, it had not been something that he had expected. Alarm flashed through his eyes for a moment before thoughts about the whole situation, and he looked quite busy with his thoughts. The young woman just simply stared at him, waiting for a protest to happen now, “He can not travel at all?” Ice blue eyes stared at him for a moment before finally replying, “I’m not sure what you are searching for in these woods, but if you can continued one more day like you had been, both you and your horse would be dead,” she stated now, “So, he cannot travel far distances tonight, and I do not believe you can either. Tomorrow, I can get you two to Balor’s capital. I’m sure Balor’s king…Janus…will be more than willing to send word to your kingdom, where ever that may be.” Balor…how it’s be forever since she’s set foot near the capital, her old home and old life, but she would rather risk being notice and get them there rather than having them roam aimlessly about.
This might be even easier though if she knew who he was. Still, there was something about him that she felt certain that she had known at him, if not personally, through words from Janus on his visits to the different kingdoms of Albion. Faerydae was truly quite curious, whether he would tell her or not was an entirely different matter, “Arthur,” he stated simply enough. It became clear that she might not get more than that, but it did not take much to figure out who he was. The finely crafted sword from Camelot, his name, his blond hair and blue eyes, only meant one thing: Prince Arthur Pendragon. Her gaze flickered towards Silver now who glanced towards the Prince now, ears twitching with mild interesting, he had already known, “You are a far ways from home,” she commented lightly enough. Silence passed through now, and she threw dirt onto the fire now, killing the flame. She thought Arthur might not speak again, but he soon proved her wrong, “And may I ask for your name?” Faerydae stopped dead in her motions and remained still, her gaze remaining down fallen now.
The young woman did not know the extent of the Prince’s knowledge of Balor’s kingdom and their monarchy, but if he knew nothing of her prior, then she certainly was not going to give him knowledge of it either, at least not her real name. There was no need for him to know that she was Faerydae Moritary, exiled queen of Balor. Regret could not express enough how much she felt shamed by her actions and how she was not dead yet. Her gaze flickered towards the white horse now, who glanced over at her now, waiting to see what she would do. It felt as if all eyes were on her, waiting for an answer and she did nothing more than hand the young man back his sword now and go to his horse, pushing and pulling until the large animal was put on its feet now and stood there weakly, “You may call me Dae,” the young woman finally said, not looking at him once, her eyes on the ground. She did not like the conversation to be on her, and she felt those reclusive walls start to build up now that there was nothing to distract them from each other. After a moment, her gaze glanced over towards the prince, “But tell me, why is a prince out in one of the most dangerous parts of Albion?”
Notes: Awh, yay! And don't worry, like I stared before, patience is a virtue for me as I have learned from the Mummy. Besides, you were out having a life XD that is nothing to apologize for. Bwhahaha, I did. Okay, well, I don't think I will be needing the god morn your hose any more, Prince Arthur can size control again.
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Aug 7, 2011 12:57:02 GMT -5
The young woman wondered what he thought of her though, but alas, it was hardly right to ask and be considered so forward. If only one could read minds, then it would be so easy. Although, it would not surprise her at all if he was frustrated at her, after all, he seemed to do all the talking and she simply, well, shut down. Even with all the verbal prodding that the knight seemed to do, along with some help from the white stallion in reassurance, Faerydae still found herself quite choosey over what to tell him and what to turn deaf to. It was probably wrong of her in a way to be defenseful about letting Lancelot in, after all, he had saved her life, and forever would she be grateful, but perhaps living the life of a wanderer had changed her so. Although, with that being said, the young woman knew that if anything was going to last between them, this bond of their, a partnership almost, would hinge on her. After all, no man would put up with being left in the dark, and at the moment, Lancelot would probably get more of a conversation out of a wall than he would her the way that she carried on.
Anybody probably would think her insane though, for having such a hard time talking with him. A small sigh escaped her at the thought as she closed her eyes for a moment and listened to the hoof beats upon the ground as the two horses walked before opening her eyes, their gaze still hung on the forest though and her mind lost in her thoughts. In many ways though, that thought was probably right, she was insane, clearly. Faerydae would know many of young women from Balor who would love to have an audience with the knight, and no doubt, there were probably plenty of women within the territories of Camelot that would fawn over him, even she herself, could admit to herself that she found him handsome and drawn towards him. Although, in many ways, Lancelot was almost too good to be true, it was as if he were a figure from a dream, or that he had to have somebody to hold onto whenever he got back to Camelot. It would almost be a crime if he were without a lover, for the young woman could not understand why anybody would not want him.
Perhaps though, she was just being silly, after all, she had not thought about a man so much since she was a young girl, thinking of Talberon. Her ice blue eyes fell from the woods to her hands for a moment, which gripped upon Silver’s mane. Was it a disgrace to his memory that she found herself thinking about another man? Did her only lover twist and turn in the heavens as he watched down upon her, or would he be accepting of this, wishing her to move on from that day four years ago when Janus had him tied to the stake and set him on fire? Faerydae was not sure; it was the inner demons that almost kept her from saying anything now. Yet, even with those thoughts in her mind, she could not push Lancelot out of hers, which may prove to be problematic for there was no possible way that he could be thinking of her in such a way that she thought of him.
A snort escaped Silver, breaking her thoughts of the knight for a moment as she glanced towards the white stallion now who had extended his head and took a playful nip at Sher-Fore now, tugging on his mane. Strange how they could become friends and companions so quickly verses their humans struggles to find that connection. It was so strange to her, that Silver should find a friend in the black horse when he hardly proved to find the company of other horses hardly rewarding at all. Whenever she goes into the smaller villagers, the white stallion refuses to stand with the other horses, keeping himself away from them. It made her wonder what he saw in Sher-Fore, although, perhaps it might even be so simple of an idea that it was because the black stallion had come with him and brought Lancelot along for their aid. Seeing their interaction though, she could not help but to feel a little envious that the horses were the ones making the connections and opening up in their own ways where as she was the one who kept on closing herself off to Lancelot. She felt ruined almost, perhaps because of Janus, or even Talberon, but to say such things would be cruel of her, for Faerydae had nobody to hate but herself.
Her trust had been shattered, and it unraveled because of her own doing, for within her foolish actions brought upon seeing people’s true feelings. If Talberon had never came back, if he had just stayed away, she could have been happy with Janus, it would have just taken time. But alas, that did not happen, and the outcome devastating for both her and Janus in his own way. They were betrayed, he by her, and her by somebody close to her, and in the end, her family, all but one, turned their backs on her. Seeing the darkness in people’s hearts, their hidden motives, not just by those within her past, but even by all of those wanders, the bandits, the thieves, even towns people, all of them were each corrupted in their own way to her. Although, she did not see that in Lancelot, not by a long shot in how he showed an even level patience with her and demanded nothing at the same time, no favor by sexual desires, money, or horse, unlike many others in the past for saving her life. Her ice blue eyes glanced over towards him now. No, in his eyes, all what she could see what he wanted was her trust, and there was emotion in his eyes to match that, that it would be okay, that everything would be okay until the end of time.
Before they could continue on in silence though, a conversation finally struck, moving between horses and himself even though she hardly asked her questions out loud, not all of them at least. She wished to know him in a way, learn who he was and how he shaped into the knight that rode before her now. For now, Lancelot still did the talking and she remained almost silent, but did listen to his every word without making much sound. Silence seemed to pass through their conversation for a moment, as if they were secretly taking each other in, although, Faerydae found herself quite sure that he could not be enchanted with her as she was him, no, the young woman was quite certain that this was just a one way emotion on her part, not his. In a way, it might be silly how she found herself fawning over him in her mind for she was not 16 anymore, and yet it was something that found not be helped. However though, his next words shattered her thoughts: milady. Still, he kept on using such a word, and she was quite certain that she knew why: to put a barrier between them. If her wall had been silence, than his was this word, to remind them that they were not of the same class, that even though she was no longer queen, she still remained above him and that they should keep their distances from each other. Although now, Faerydae found herself quite certain that it would take more than one word to break her yearning thoughts of him.
The conversation though, had taken a turn and it had caught her interest so much that it allowed herself to glance over at Lancelot now. He spoke of horses and men, as well as the communication between them and how some times, everything about them can get shattered so easily. When he answered a question, she responded with a quiet yes, for once without a challenge or an edge in her voice, because if she had, it would have been a lie. Perhaps she had surprised him with her response, for he probably had been expecting her to just not answer, to look away and allow him to continue on talking as she always had without any real encouragement. With her answer, he took on, talking more about the subject but she almost felt as if there was something hidden within his words now, something more specific than just horses and humans, perhaps just about humans themselves. Her ice blue eyes remained on him, a stare in which she had used whenever anybody came to her and Janus in court, while she said nothing to the people, her gaze was always penetrating and watchful, “Hinting, milady? I don’t think I was hinting at anything. I think that I was most clear and direct in my references to trust and what we must do to promote it.”
He said that he was not hinting at anything, but there was clearly subtext within his words, and the faint of a smile upon his lips as he stared ahead down their path was enough to be an answer for her. Faerydae’s gaze still remained on him for a moment though even though he would not look at her. He seemed to take great amusement in this, giving her a challenge. She did not quite understand the fun in it for him though, and why had he chosen such a topic as trust? After a moment, the young woman finally spoke, “Maybe some people are just broken and can’t be fixed,” she replied now before turning her gaze away from him and towards the woods once more. Although, their conversation did not entirely dwell on that of trust and horses, for she finally brought up ‘milady’, and no sooner than she did, they seemed to challenge one another on it. His words taking her by surprise at first before Faerydae attempted to counter it with her own words. Although, winning was no in her favor, and she slowly started to retreat now. When it was complete though, there was quite a broad smile on Lancelot’s lips, as if he took entertainment in what had just happened.
The rustling movement of the knight reaching into his cloak had not only caught the young woman’s attention, but her horse’s as well. Silver’s ears twitched at the moment and he turned his head, glancing at what Lancelot was doing with interest for it was the same action that had happened before the black Arabian had gotten his apple. When the knight pulled out the apple, Silver felt his anticipation rise for a moment before it was offered to his companion instead. A snort escaped the horse now, clearly annoyed but his amber eyes still remained on the fruit. Ice blue eyes glanced at the apple for a moment and reached over to take it, her small hand hovering above it for a moment, but her eyes remained on her horse now. Instead of taking it, she withdrew her hand, curious to see if Silver would take it from him now since she had rejected the offer. The moment it that he saw her hand move away from it, the white stallion stopped abruptly and allowed Sher-Fore to take a few steps ahead right when the white stallion swung his head towards the apple now. The moment his teeth bite into the skin of the green apple, Silver snatched it right out of Lancelot’s hand before shuffling himself back into a walk now. Laughter could not help but to escape the young woman now at the horse’s actions and he turned his head and neck back towards her now and she held out her hand as he bit the apple in two, the other half falling into the palm of her hand.
It was only a matter of seconds before Silver had finished off the first half of his apple to which he turned his head back towards his companion’s hand and gingerly took the second half from her now. Almost unknown to her, Faerydae found herself smiling and for a moment, she had forgotten that Lancelot had been there until he spoke and complimented her on her smile. The statement alone brought color to her cheeks; it was embarrassing in a way that he would pinpoint a feature of hers and in many ways, found it easier to look over rather than being beautiful as a whole. When she managed to say thank you, the knight replied easily enough, “You are most welcome, milady, but such things that are so obvious need not be thanked.” The young woman was not so sure about that, and she simply stared at him for a moment before finally replying, “Everything needs to be thanked, regardless of it being obvious or not,” after all, she had hardly considered herself a thing of beauty. Although, she was distracted now by the black Arabian now, with both his back story as well as the thought of being allowed to touch him.
When Sher-Fore allowed her hand to grace his sleek black fur, it was almost surprising to her, and it must have come out in her words for it prompted Lancelot to speak, "Of course you did ….. what male horse would turn aside from such a beautiful patron?” At his words, her gaze flickered towards the knight for a moment, “What beauty?” she merely asked now before her gaze returned to the black Arabian and she allowed her hand to glide over his strong neck now for a moment before Silver finally got annoyed at her. The young woman retracted her hand quickly now and returned it to her own horse now, and began to smooth things over with the horse. As she had stated that he had been lucky to acquire Sher-Fore, Faerydae automatically knew that she had made a mistake. It was so easy to forget some times that Lancelot was very different from other knights in the way that he saw things, and yet, she kept on grouping them all the same when it came to their horses. But she did not comment anything else on the matter now, too embarrassed to remotely do so.
Speaking of knights thought, that was the category in which they were on now as they talked under the turning sky, slowly fading from dusk into night. But it was not about Lancelot’s history this time, but his ideas, which had been originally sparked because of her own words. Clearly, the young woman was beginning to find herself stumbling along with awkward topics and poor word choices without much thought. He talked negatively about how people expect too much of knights in general, but then he went on and made a rather negative comparison between him now and Prince Arthur, the golden boy of the knights. She challenged Lancelot in a way, stating that she would prefer him over the prince any day, and unsurprisingly, he had asked her way, clearly not in belief. Faerydae found her words quite easily and countered him, much to the surprise of Lancelot it seemed, but like always, after a few seconds, he managed to find his ground and quickly recover, “Aye …. I can understand how you might feel that is a contradiction, from me. However, just from observation it is clear that Arthur is head and shoulders above all other knights, including myself. So, I would not call that opinion, but a fact. Although, it is also true that I bested him once on the training field. Hmmm …. perhaps …. But it is also true that there is all kinds of freedom. The idea that people have that freedom means that we can do whatever we please is not a proper one. That would lead to chaos and anarchy. God ….. and through them ….our monarchs give us the freedom to make our choices and the paths we follows, to choose right or wrong, good or not. After all, that’s what life is about, the choices we make, is it not? Hmmm ….. oh ….pity him for his father …. but otherwise …. he did get the girl after all,” he said with a slight smile, “Oh, I think he has a choice, and that he has chosen well.”
She was not sure if she could entirely agree with all of his words, but then again, they almost never seemed to agree about anything, “A fact? You shouldn’t paint him as the image of a god. Arthur’s human, he will fall like all the rest of us when his time comes. Your defeat of him once already proves that,” the young woman replied now. Perhaps it was wrong of her to think that way, but it was hard not to, Arthur seemed so different from the rest of them, the rest of the royalty who sat on throne at the moment, and perhaps she was wrong, perhaps he was destine for greatness, but every story comes to an end, whether tragic or happy, that was left in fate’s hand as well as the company he chose to surround himself with. Her eyes glanced over at him now, “Are they really choices though? What if they are simply disguised as that and our history and journeys are already written out for us?” Her eyes glanced back towards the woods now as the trees passed them, “Aren’t we all just victims of fate?”
The way that Lancelot had ended that statement, about how the prince had gotten the girl, it made her wonder if it was the same girl that he had left behind twice, and if so, that second time may have been because of Arthur. There was still a hinge of bitterness that she could hear, but it was clear that Lancelot was doing his best to cover it up now. It made her wonder if letting go of this girl would affect him for the rest of his life, that there was nobody who could replace her. The knight had said that they hall had the choice to choose, and that was what life was about in the end, but it still made her nervous. Only time would tell though what would be the outcome for his own choices that he regretted. He was quick to stir them away from the conversation and onto another conversation which would honestly seem just as taboo as the last one: magic. They exchanged their views, but his almost seemed quite uncharacteristic, especially for a non magic user, and when the young woman did question him on it, he gave her but a simple answer, “How …. as in all things they were acquired through experience and seeing people exercise magic both for good and for bad,” he replied now. She remained quiet but for a moment,“You’ve must have seen a lot of things then.”
Their conversations died one after the other now, even Silver could see that for he moved them towards the caves. From there, everything happened so fast: the touch, Silver, her suspect of Lancelot leaving her when he told her to the stream alone, and then her story. Everything seemed so rapid fire, like a skilled bow man reloaded his bow with the finest of arrows to hit their targets. He tried to comfort her from her decisions, saying that they all made mistakes and that we learn from them, but she was not so sure even if she said that she was. When she bit her lip and looked down at the floor, still ashamed of her words and past did the knight seem to almost act out of pure instinct and kiss her. It was light and tender, a hidden meaning behind it that everything would be fine, and for a split second, it made her wonder how often that he did this with women now, even though his only travel companion clearly was Sher-Fore. So when he asked her as to why he would want to leave her, she found herself startled and well, stumped, leaving her with the shaky answer of an ‘I don’t know’, for she wasn’t sure as to why he would leave her, but also that she wasn’t not really sure as to why he would stay with her either. After a moment of staring into his eyes though, she managed to lift herself on top of her tip toes to kiss him as their lips met each other and everything almost felt as if it were a blaze, testing and tasting each other as their lips parted against each other before he descended down her neck.
Although, even he needed to catch his breath and as he pulled back now, letting her go, was when she started to separate chainmail from cloth with her tiny hands. Her gaze had been concentrating on her actions rather than Lancelot, only when he lowered his head into a bow was when her eyes glanced at him now as she carefully pulled the chainmail off of him before it hit the stone ground. He had almost seemed surprised that she had been the one taking the lead now, but he had not said a word, so she was not sure of what to make of it. All men were different, Janus had enjoyed when she took the lead, to be the more dominate one even though it was far from the case, Talberon on the other hand, did not. It was one of those things where everybody was different, and it just took time to figure out. Faerydae moved in closer now, tugging on his shirt and her lips brushed against his exposed skin of his collar bone. Something stirred within the knight, she knew it, just as a moan escaped him, “Take my word, you are very much alive,” came his words now.
A small smile graced her lips but she allowed her head to rest against his chest now, her eyes closed for a moment as she inhaled softly his scent of pine needles, dirt, horses, and sweat. All comforting things, just as comforting as his arms wrapped around her now, making the young woman feel relaxed, “You know, there are springs at the back of the caves. Perhaps you would want to clean your wound out there,” he commented now, right as she felt his hands on her shoulders. She found herself uncertain to make of the question and she glanced up at him now, almost worried. Was he trying to get rid of her again? Like he did before, or perhaps she was just misunderstanding him out of fear that he would leave her in the woods with a broken heart so easily. Ice blue eyes broke contact for a moment as she stared down the cave now, now hearing the bubbling water that she had failed to notice in the beginning from being distracted by him. After a moment, a single word escaped her, “Lancelot…” she murmured now before turning her head, and her gaze went back to meet his own blue gaze now, trying to find her words, “Would…would you come with me?...To the springs?”
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Aug 1, 2011 20:02:55 GMT -5
Whenever I look at this, Britney Spears pops into my head....LUCIANA, I is envious of your photoshop skills.
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Jul 30, 2011 17:06:36 GMT -5
Elena,
Here's your comic con trailer footage
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZjVsDiHbS64
Quality isn't that great since people like to stand in front of the camera, but there are still very notable scenes in there!
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Jul 29, 2011 20:07:53 GMT -5
She wondered if her deductions were right in any way, and whether he had any thoughts on her as well. Did she plague his thoughts as much as he did her? Of course, the young woman did not understand why this was, but the hardest questions almost never seem to have the easiest answers, but that was life she supposed. Either way, Faerydae was certain now that he would not have any interest in her, while she did not come out and say it, she felt broken and worn out at such a young age. After everything that she had been through though, it was not something hard to imagine. For that reason though, she found it hard to open up to others, even Lancelot at the moment, because even though he was kind, like everybody else, he would probably leave her and end up being nothing more than haunting ‘what if’s. No, she supposed that she could only rely on Silver to be there until the bitter end. But even then, with those thoughts in her mind, it was impossible to ignore him. Her ice blue eyes always wandered back to him, and now she just found herself giving excuses to glance in his direction as long as he did not question her about it.
Either way though, they seemed to be getting along in each other’s company just fine, even Silver and Sher-Fore appeared to have hit it off, perhaps even more than their owners, if that were possible. Well, they certainly communicated more, and they were horses. Although, Lancelot was trying, she just appeared to end the conversations as quickly as they started like invaders being stopped by a castle mote. It was a cruel thing for her to do, but she was simply out of practice and still not entirely trusting, old habits die hard, especially when one’s only companion for the past four years had been a horse, who while spoke with actions and whinnies, could not speak like a human could. Besides, trust was something that she often felt as if she had little to pass out, especially after what Cyelena did. That had been trust, and it had been broken no easier than when Silver stepped on a twig. Her silence served more as a shield if anything; it kept her safe from having her heart and soul broken into a thousand pieces again.
As the knight talked about horses, she was not entirely sure as to why he was still entertaining the idea for her, why he still managed to keep the conversation going. Was he after something from her that she did not wish to share? Although, he didn’t know anything about her, so why would he believe that she could provide him with something? Or perhaps, she was just going about this all wrong, jumping to conclusions too soon and too quickly. Still, it was all a very curious matter, just as he was a very curious man to talk to, “It is true, milady,” he commented now even though Faerydae was quite certain that by now, he would have known that the word gave her discomfort, “that horses can teach us many things. One reason why you and I are so in sync with our horses is that on some basic non-verbal level we understand each other ….. You and Silver and me and Sher-Fore. Many times, maybe even most times, no words are necessary at all. Either we understand how the other thinks, or we give them some clue that they clearly understand. However, I have seen many horses, as well as many people, go through traumatic, frightening events. Haven’t you?”
Ice blue eyes stared at him as he spoke, his words lyrical and melodic to her in his soothing voice. Although, there was still something about them that almost gave them a hidden meaning or an addenda. At the question, her eyes dropped now and she looked away from him and towards the trees, thinking to herself. Of course she had seen horses and people go through traumatic events: war, death, accidents even, as well as herself, although, he couldn’t plausibly be referring to her, just to the events in general. Somehow, it was playing tricks on her, her mind or the question, and Faerydae found that she was uncertain of which one it was, “Yes,” she replied softly. Although, Lancelot’s words did not stop there, they continued on: “They don’t trust anybody and may be even afraid of their own shadow, as well as the shadow of everything else. In those cases, as with children I think, the most important thing is to be consistent, so that they learn to know what to expect, and that we are supportive of them. Second, once that is accomplished, we have to let them know that they can trust us, no matter what, no matter how bad or difficult things may be. In that way they know that we care and that we will always be there to protect them. When they learn that they often develop the need and the desire to do the same thing for us, don’t you think? It all comes down to trust doesn’t it?” There was a pause in the air before he continued on, “For both horses and people. Then they can relax, as can we.”
Her gaze tore from the trees now as she glanced back towards him now, studying him for a moment before finally asking, “What are you hinting at?” She asked now, feeling as if this topic was not just about random horses and people now, but specific people. But perhaps, that was just her being paranoid about the matter. There was always the possibility of that as the topic started to go from this to Silver and the Elder Breed. While she spoke, Faerydae had almost been waiting for Lancelot to laugh at her, to make fun of her and to disagree with her entirely. Legends of the old were lost along with the old Religion, and the young woman cannot say that she hardly blamed people. Surprisingly enough though, Lancelot did not laugh at her, nor toss her words aside. For a moment, there might have been a hint of a smile, but whatever it had been, her eyes had either played tricks on her because of the dying light or that he was just particularly good at hiding his smiles. The only problem was that she just could not decide which.
Although, what Lancelot did with his smiles were the least of her problems, for now it appeared that they were in a clash. Silver’s ears twitched at their words, clearly paying attention. It had to do with the term ‘milady’ which had been bothering the young woman for quite some time now, although, she supposed in typical knight fashion, Lancelot did not bring it up until quite late in their meaning. Of course, he insisted on calling her as such, that there should be space between them for she was a former queen and he nothing but a commoner. Faerydae quite disagreed and when he explained himself, she did nothing but fire back, and for a moment, she almost thought herself triumphant. Lancelot, however, was rather quick to reply, “Are not humans, milady, animals as well?” This felt suspicious to her, like he was leading up to something in which he knew would stump her within this argument, “Not all,” she replied now, watching him out of the corner of her eye as she talked over the prey being able to fight back, “Yes, but there are all kinds of hunters. In many cases, for example the hunted can become the hunters, and vice versa. If the hunter is not careful, the prey can turn the hunter into the hunted.”
He had a smile on his face, and she pondered whether he knew or not that he had stumped her, “Are you saying that deer hunt wolves?” she asked now, although, she was quick to change the subject now. As she changed the subject though, the young woman notice the smile upon Lancelot’s lips grow now, as if he took entertainment in her actions with steering the conversation away from a losing battle. Her attention turned to Sher-Fore now, who had been walking along silently. The young woman found it entertaining how his attention appeared to shift towards their conversation now, knowing that they were speaking about them. Although, his attention was mostly diverted towards his human now, whose hand disappeared into his cloak now to pull out a green apple. This move had caught the white horse’s attention now and his head turned to witness, along with Faerydae, Sher-Fore eating a rather crunchy apple now. A smile came to her lips without any thought now as her gaze rested on the black Arabian, “You should smile like that more often …. Dae …. it becomes you.”
Heat rose up in her face at his words, “Um…thank you,” she managed to get out, her eyes just concentrating on his horse rather than looking at the knight now. Sher-Fore’s tall was a sad one though, and that quickly clouded her thoughts and smile. It made her wonder what would have become of the black Arabian if it had not been for Lancelot. Would he still be a broken and mistrusting horse, or would he had sought his own freedom? Either way though, Lancelot proved to be that peace of mind the horse had needed, and from there, the friendship formed. In ways, it reminded Faerydae of herself and Silver, only with the roles being reversed, her being the one who had needed saving, and the white horse being the savior. After hearing his story though, it made her wish to touch the black stallion, to see if he would accept her or whether she was just another human who may harm him. Of course, she was cautious in this adventure though, her hand slow and steady to not startle him in any means as well as so he could sense her presence without it needing to be followed by fear. Her patience had been rewarded though, for he had accepted her hand, “And so, I pass the test,” she mused to herself now.
During this, Silver was quite uncertain of what to make of this. The black Arabian was getting most of the attention that he did not like to share, even more; Sher-Fore had already gotten an apple. A snort of annoyance escaped the white stallion now, but he hardly did anything more. Noticing his agitation, the young woman simply smiled and shook her head slightly before returning her hand to her own horse now to win back over his favor as her hand ran along his neck and shoulder blade now. As she commented on how lucky Lancelot was to have a horse like Sher-Fore, she had honestly been expecting some boasting to come out of it, pride and everything, but this never happened, “You make it sound as if he belongs to me. I think it is much the other way around.” Ice blue eyes glanced up from her own horse now and back towards the knight, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard anybody else say that before,” she replied quietly, a small smile resting on her lips, “Actually, it is quite strange hearing it from anybody’s mouth but my own.” Perhaps she and Lancelot were alike in more ways than they thought. It was not something that she often heard from men, since they thought horses were nothing more than objects rather than animals with personalities.
The more he talked, the more she felt that she was getting to know him. While not the whole picture, it was still a small piece of it in which she felt hat she alone could see. Of course, everybody interpreted people in each their own way, and even then, she was not the only one stirring this with her questions, but what he chose to answer also painted the picture for her. Although when she murmured something, Lancelot asked if she had any more questions and she replied no. It was a lie, she was certain that he knew it, and yet, he did not press on unlike so many other people. It was honorable that he respected her in such a way. Their conversation turned to Silver and how he waited, but neither one of them could provide an answer. Her ice blue eyes rested on the white stallion for a moment as he walked along without much of a car. A snort escaped him, and he shook his head slightly. Faerydae supposed that neither she nor Lancelot would ever truly know the real reason as to why the white horse decided to wait on the knight and then follow him afterwards, as life often did, Silver would keep them guessing until the end of time.
His words about knights were a little shocking, although, what did she know, the life of a knight was not something that she had the privilege to gaze behind. Perhaps he was right, maybe there was a lot of pressure put on knights. After all, stories had painted these images of beautiful, clean men in shining jousting armor on white horses, people’s ideals could be blown askew and she could see that. Her ice blue eyes glanced over Lancelot for a moment, her knight, while handsome in his own way, was nothing of the tales that made knights out to be. He looked rugged, a man of the forest. His armor was hardly that for jousting, if anything, it was simply chainmail over regular cloth and clothes. Sher-Fore, was not a snow white like Silver, but of the darkest blacks she had ever seen, a midnight black. The young woman had been so lost in her thoughts, that his voice snapped her out of her day dreams and thoughts, his eyes searching hers out and their gazes locked, “And why would you rather have me than the greatest of all the Knights of Camelot. He and his …. future queen …. No matter who she is …. will represent the best in Britain, unlike me.”
She held his gaze for a moment, and then smiled, “You tell me that people expect too much of knights, and yet you call Arthur Pendragon the greatest of all knights,” the young woman commented lightly, “You, unlike Arthur, are a free man. You’re not caged by people’s thoughts and expectations of you,” she went on now, her gaze finally breaking from the knight’s and looking ahead of her now, “No…I pity Arthur Pendragon more than the dead.” But perhaps the young prince was changing, breaking out of his cage now, something that she herself had not been able to do. No, she would not have Arthur as her knight, never in a million years, for in many ways, Faerydae found herself in describing what she thought was the prince. Uther bore down on his son, the people of Camelot as well; in fact, the young woman had heard so many things about the prince now that she herself was uncertain of what was fact and what was myth. The pressure he must feel some times, “Besides, when of royal or noble lineage, you don’t have a choice of who get to marry.”
While that conversation had ended, Faerydae had made the mistake of making an observation that she shouldn’t have said out loud. There was shock and anger within Lancelot’s voice, and because of it, she kept her gaze ahead of her and hard on the trees. She shouldn't have done it, brought up such a painful thing. After all, it was hard to talk about her own past love, let alone that she should have the nerve to bring up his. He sounded wounded; perhaps fate had already decided the knight’s fate. After their rather awkward silence, something that might have been there in the beginning in which they had met, Lancelot was quick to change the topic once more and asked her a difficult topic: magic. In many ways, her answer was rather politically correct, it chose no sides and remained neutral, it was something that would come out of the mouth of a queen rather than a young woman of the forest, “I of course, am not of magic, However, I do not think that magic, in of itself is good or evil, only those who use it are, It is something to respect and fear, I’ll grant you that.” Her gaze moved towards him now for a moment, it was a curious think for him to say, and it was very different from everybody else, “What made you come across this philosophy?”
Their conversations seemed to be dying though. Uther hardly held any conversation, and when Lancelot stumbled onto her being queen, her reaction must have given something away for he apologized for it, although, there really was no need for it. She tried to tell him, but her words almost felt empty to her, but of course, the knight had no way of knowing. Besides, she herself had stumbled into many of bad conversations with him, and she had hardly said sorry for it, merely went quiet and didn’t say anything at all. She stirred the conversation away now, and it ended on the gryphon story, and how he killed it. But his ending to the story hardly made sense, and perhaps he saw that both she and Silver were hardly believing, but they allowed it to drop like everything else and the silence began to fill the woods and their conversations. There was a tension there, but she was uncertain as to what it was. They left though, and perhaps the caves held more promise for them, and yet, when they got there, she wished to tend to her arm. Something happened then, Lancelot grabbed her hand. She felt as if she felt electricity, there was a crackling in the air almost as his hand had encompassed her completely. Perhaps others would have pulled their hand away, but not her, she simply returned his move, and no sooner than she did, the moment had ended.
And when it did, she thought that whatever this was for both her and Lancelot had ended. She felt as if he was sending her away, and while it seemed innocent enough, she still thought it was a ploy and he would leave as soon as she left for the steam. In many ways, the young woman almost feared leaving and coming back to find the knight and his black Arabian gone. Because of that fear, she did not leave; instead, she did something different and almost felt compelled. Maybe it was still a high off of the touch of his hand, but something was making her wish to stay with him and made her insides twist in pain at the thought of leaving, of ending whatever it was that they had created. So she got off her mount and moved towards the knight now, leaving behind Silver and going to Lancelot. And yet, she felt hesitant still about telling him anything, but his queen comment had bothered her and she did not want any separation between them, and in the heat of the moment, somehow managed to spit out a condensed version of her past. Somehow, the answer that she had gotten had not been what she had expected, not just in words, but in action as well for he had kissed her.
The electricity and crackling was back, and everything felt so natural to her. Nothing was wrong about this, everything felt right. It was almost as if there was a pull between them, something that kept on drawing them back in towards each other. Their gazes never broke contact and she felt herself getting lost in his pale blue eyes as he asked her why he would ever want to leave her. Faerydae could not answer right away, for she was distracted by his fingers unraveling her braid and playing with it now, the touch gentle and caring. It was the most delayed answer she had ever given, and it was hardly romantic. There was something about Lancelot that made her nervous, and at a loss of words, which probably was why she gave such a pathetic answer, although, she decided better to make it up with her actions. Standing on her tip toes and using her hands against his chest to support her as she kissed rose to kiss him, and Lancelot himself allowed his head and lips to drop to hers. The kiss was long, and every second, it seemed to grow deeper. As the kiss ended for her though, it did not for Lancelot as his lips descended down her neck.
Faerydae felt her breath grow a little more labored, and a shiver ran down her spine. Every time his lips touched the skin of her neck, the young woman felt on fire, as if her skin was crackling and peeling off. Coming from Lancelot, she could hear low sounds of content escaping him each kiss that he laid on her, and she herself fought hard to not allow anything to escape her. His arms wrapped around her lower back now and pulled her in closer and up into him. He probably had been forgetting about their height differences for with his pull, she felt herself have to wrap her arms around his neck for a moment before she slowly untied his cloak and allowed it to fall to the floor. Breaking slightly free, she allowed herself to place her feet back firmly on the floor now as her hands separated the chainmail from the cloth, starting to slowly pull it free without disturbing him too much until having to pull it over his head and arms. The moment that the chain mail, Faerydae allowed herself to move in close to him again, pressing herself against the knight, her knight. She felt safe with him, his arms like towers or trees that stood over her now. Her fingers tugged slightly on his shirt, causing it to expose part of his collar bone and her lips brushed up against it for a moment before allowing herself to drop back to her normal stature, her head turning to rest against his chest as she leaned into him, “I felt dead until I met you,” she murmured softly now, her eyes closed for a moment as the young woman felt his chest lift up and down each time he took a breath.
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Jul 29, 2011 19:46:18 GMT -5
At her words of horses know their way back home, she noticed a little disbelief flash before the redhead’s eyes. It of course, did not surprise her. A lot of people often thought that they were the ones behind the journey, but the moment that it was time to go home, it changes and they don’t even realize it, and Faerydae was quite certain that it went for all horses, not just the clever ones. After all, she remembered one day, back in the distant past, riding with her older brother Kay, and her pony decided to dump her right on the road and take off. While Kay and her believed it to be a lost cause to chase the pony, they decided to head back. Sure enough though, there stood the little devil at their family’s gate waiting to get in. The slightest movement escaped Caitrin now as she smiled softly, “Perhaps my horse knows more than me,” she replied now, stroking the black and white mare’s face, “Does Silver help you navigate your way?” Before the young woman could even attempt to answer the question now though, Silver let out a gleeful whinny and nodded his head up and down in a ‘yes’.
This action caused her to roll her ice blue eyes, shaking her head slightly as if he had been no more than a bragging teenage boy, “I would say yes, but we never have a destination in mind. Although, he does point the way, and I do follow.” It was funny in a way, how she could put such blind faith in a animal that could not speak human tongue and yet, around humans, Faerydae found herself uncertain as to what she should believe or where to go. Both her gaze as well as Silver’s rested on the young girl now, a look of confusion across her face for a few seconds, perhaps because of the white stallion though. He acted more human than animal some times, and it often threw people for a loop. It was not long though before Caitrin gave a small smile towards Silver now, whose ears merely flickered forward as his amber eyes rested on her now, full of curiosity for a moment before he rubbed his head up against his companion, looking for a pet, which he had been granted as her fingers racked through is fore lock now.
Caitrin almost seemed to beam when the fair haired maiden pronounced her friendly company. Behind the redhead’s gaze now though, there was quite a possibility that her mind was set in motion. After all, while she hardly knew her, Faerydae could not help but to think that the girl, who stood before her, could be quite the curious one. All girls were, it was only natural to be curious of something that seemed so unnatural and against the rules. After all, it was not safe for a young woman to be out in the woods by herself, everybody knew it, and yet, Faerydae did it, and because of this, and run into her fair share of troubles, both she and Silver had, “I am glad of friendly company as well,” Caitrin stated now, “Camelot can sometimes be a lonely place.” At the red head’s words, she remained quiet for a moment, knowing it was true, but not just for Camelot, but for all kingdoms. While the memories distant, it still made her think of Balor for a moment, her old home before everything had happened. Her ice blue gaze glanced towards Silver now, thinking before finally commenting, “It is funny how we all feel so alone in a room full of people, and feel alive when it is only ourselves.” Besides, life was harder as a girl with money tied to her; men were always there to prowl upon them like wolves and deer.
Out of the corner of her eye now, Faerydae caught sight of the other girl furrowing her brow a little. Faerydae turned her head slightly now to get a better look at her now, was it something she said? Although, all what she had asked about was her last name and uncle combined. After a moment though, Caitrin finally nodded her head, “Yes, my Uncle is Rouland de Archer, he’s lived in Camelot for many years now.” Ice blue eyes stared at her for a moment now. If he had lived in Camelot, then she probably would not have known him then, and yet, she felt positive that perhaps he had visited Janus’s court a while back. Although, everything about her past blended together in her mind now, “Has he ever been to Balor?” she questioned now, only curiosity in her voice. Although, the conversation took a turn now with the subject of her horse’s name, for Caitrin knew Silver’s name and yet Faerydae did not know the name of the black and white mare. Her body language almost related it to a well kept secret, kept between her and her horse. Before she could say anything though, the redhead spoke, “I call her Lily, but usually only when we are alone. I think it suits her.”
A smile played across the fair haired woman’s features now, “Yes, I believe it suits her as well,” she commented lightly now, her gaze falling on the black and white mare before her gaze glanced back towards Caitrin now, “But why do you keep her name a secret?”
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Jul 23, 2011 1:56:52 GMT -5
Why though? She found herself certain it was not just because he had simply saved her, because there had been other times when Silver had to flee to get help purely because of numbers or the fact that people were on horseback, and every time, they had fled with ease but not now. In many ways, she felt captivated by him. She hung onto his every word, and there were numerous times where she had to tear her eyes away from him, or even steal glances as if she were simply a teenager again rather than a young adult. Either way, it was a strange feeling to go through after four years, and still she had no idea what to truly make of it other than she feared to act on what she wanted. After all, that had not held up in her past and the strange thing was, Lancelot seemed very much like her, and at the same time, hardly at all. They were both nomads and did not choose their paths, and often sought the company of their own horses than they did other humans, but the knight, unlike Faerydae who did not care of class, seemed to have those boundaries. His boundaries with class were very straight forward; she had been of a queen and of noble blood, while he was not, and therefore, referred to her in terms only meant for those above him and how she hated it.
But that was not all, there was something else that seemed to be on Lancelot’s mind, and the fair haired maiden could not exactly figure out for he did not let her in on what it was. Actually, this had been the longest that they both had been quiet it seemed. But as she glanced over towards him now, it was easy to tell that he was lost in thought about something important. She wanted to ask him, but she knew better than to do so, the look of concentration on his face made it seem as if he would not tell her. Her gaze finally left him and moved towards the woods as she thought to herself now. What would it had been like if she had simply lied, just called herself Dae and left out the queen, would everything had been so different? And by everything, she meant this hidden barrier between them because of class. Maybe she could have just been Dae, the girl he saved, verses, Faerydae the exiled Queen he saved. Thankfully, while ‘milady’ was often thrown in there, he had used her name of preference as well rather than her former title. In a way though, by telling the knight her title, the young woman almost felt as if she had single handily set up that class barrier without even meaning it, she had only wished to be truthful, but if she had know this would have been the results, then she might have lied.
That could not only be the blame, but also her unwillingness to talk about herself. Horses were a good subject for her; she loved the beauty and grace of the animals and had always felt more connected to them instead of humans. Although, horses seemed to start to become a tiring subject for Lancelot, and perhaps even her as well. Speaking of horses, both Silver and Sher-Fore had let out a set of rather loud snorts, bringing both of their riders snapping back to reality. Of course though, within that time, her gaze had wandered back to Lancelot and the moment the horses let out her sounds, his pale gaze met her own. She was startled in a way, caught in the act, but her gaze could not leave his at first. Not until she felt like she might blush a little did she quickly turn her head away and returned to the safety of the trees and away from him. In many ways, it held comfort to her to stay at them, for the trees would always be her main protector, the cage that bound her to the forest. Even now, they could not bring her any peace of mind. She felt like her cheeks were burning slightly from the embarrassment, and she found hard to keep it under control, nor did she dare look back at him for now. The young woman did not have to concentrate for long though, for the moment that they started talking about the horses; Faerydae found herself relaxing and her mind distracted from what had just happened.
It was surprising of his knowledge of the Elder breed, for many of those legends had been lost due to the great purge for nobody spoke of magic any more. He seemed to take in her words with ease, and not once did he sass her in the least about it, instead, he spoke of the legend itself. Perhaps he had seen a lot of things on his travels that made him believe such things, either that or that no matter what the story, everything always had a starting point in their tale, “Yes…I expect we have both been lucky in many ways, milady,” he commented now. While the knight did not look in her direction, her ice blue eyes caught sight of the hint of a smile upon his features. A curious look almost cross her face because of that action, but she managed to hide it. It was not important to dwell on every kind word and gesture he did around her, after all, Lancelot had a life before he met her, there could many of a reasonable explanation for that smile. Her eyes drifted away from him now and towards the white stallion now that she sat upon, her hand gliding over his shoulder blade, “What do you think of that, Silver?” she asked him quietly, to which Silver let out a gleeful whinny and nodded his head in agreement, causing the smallest of laughs to escape the young woman.
At the term ‘milady’, she could not to squirm. It was funny how one’s past could affect them so much, and there was no doubt in her mind that Lancelot noticed this for it was not too long before he tried to explain his use of the word. Of course though, she did not want to hear it and retorted back quickly and simply. Silenced filled the air now and she glanced over at him, curious to see if she had finally stumped the knight in his own game. He did seem to be giving it a lot of thought, and it was not long before he finally responded, “I can understand what you are trying to get at …. That there is a certain equality here. All animals born and all die. However, even here, there are some animals that are more equal than others. There are those, predators, for example, that no one challenges, other than man, and that the rest of the animal kingdom takes pains to avoid. So, even here, we have a separation. Is that not so?” Ice blue eyes glanced over at him now, uncertain of why he would use such an example, “That is animal instinct, not human,” she replied now. Humans were taught, animals knew it deep in their beating hearts, “Besides,” Faerydae added on now as her gaze returned to the woods now, “Even those who are hunted can stand up to their hunter if it means to save a life.” Although now, the flow of the subject changed and she shifted it back to the black Arabian now, who in many ways, was as mysterious as it’s rider.
Her gaze had noticed a faint smile on the knight’s face at her shift of the subject, although she could not understand why unless it was amusing. However, it almost felt as if she had gotten the last laugh in a way, for her knowledge of the Arabian breed, while simply going off of what she heard, seemed to have been correct. Dare she say he almost looked impressed at her knowledge? She did not comment on it though, and her ice blue gaze did remain on him for a moment before it fell to the black Arabian now. Even at a walk, it appeared to have a smooth gate for the rider. Sher-Fore himself must have picked up on her gaze now as well as that he was the subject of their conversation, for the horse let loose a light whinny. It brought a small smile to her lips now, how he seemed to love the attention at the moment, he was no different that Silver. Although, it disappeared from her face as she learned that he stallion had been abused as a colt, and she could not understand it. Sher-Fore was a fine horse, and looked willing to please, perhaps there had been more to the stallion when he had been a foal, a firey attitude maybe, but even a spirited horse did not deserve a beating, “Yes, it is cruel treatment when it occurs, but unfortunately, its not unusual. Some people think that violence is the only or the best way to get the behavior that they desire, when understanding, and a firm, but kind word is all that is needed.” She knew it was true, and yet Faerydae did not want to believe it. People were cruel, and not just to horses, but they were cruel to each other and while it should not surprise her, it always did.
And no sooner did she ask her second question, did Lancelot seem ready with a response, “Yes …. well …. there was a time when I was the only one who could tend to him. However, as I’m sure that you well know, horses are good at sensing the intentions and good or bad will of others. For example, I am sure that Silver has communicated to him that you are a human that can be trusted. So I am sure he will welcome any attention you direct his way.” His answer had been no different than her question, while it did not opening request or grant a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ statement, it was heavily implied. Without so much of a word, she nudged Silver slightly, causing him to move even closer towards the horse now as they brushed up against the black Arabian now. If there had been contact between the two riders, for once, Faerydae had not noticed because her thoughts were with the black horse. Her hand reached out, slightly hesitantly at first before it gently rested on Sher-Fore’s neck. It was muscular and well shaped, power almost seemed to run along through the horse’s body. Her fingers moved lightly over his dark neck for a moment, being gentle and careful in every movement that she made, being respectful as if it were somebody in court rather than an animal, “You truly do have a wonderful horse.”
Now though, her curiosity did not just lay within the horse though, but of his life as well and the people who were in it. She could not help herself and her strong urges to get to know him were watch drove this questions. His past was a tragedy in many ways, although when he commented on how it came to shape who he was, the young woman found herself uncertain of how to respond. People always said that life was full of mysteries and how one had to shape their destinies, but if this was how life did it, by killing off the people one loves the most, than life was cruel, not only to her but to him as well. Although, she did not voice this to Lancelot, instead, she murmured it to herself without much thought, “Milady, do you have a further question?” It snapped her out of her thoughts and she glanced over towards him now, “Hm? No…No I don’t,” she replied now. Lancelot’s mind seemed to be on other things and somehow, she had a feeling that a question was going to be directed at her as the young woman tried to dig herself out of the situation, but it never seemed to work out, “So, why would Silver do such a radical thing?” he asked of her now. Confusion crossed her face as she glanced at the white stallion, his ears twitching at his name. After all, she had been wondering the same thing earlier on but just did not say anything about it, “I truthfully don’t know. It’s strange really, you’re not the first to have come to our aid, but I can tell you that you’re the first that we have not left directly afterwards. Perhaps he saw something in you,” she offered, although, it was hardly an explanation.
Lancelot’s words caught her off guard though about her answer, it was clear he did approve of her words, “You will find, milady, that Knights may be the best of men, but that is what they are, simply men, with all of their virtues, vices, and faults. There is no such thing as a perfect knight himself. If there were, we would find it in someone like Prince Arthur.” His pale gaze locked in on her own, and they held each other’s gaze for what almost felt like eternity for Faerydae, and it was not until his gaze finally began to soften was she the one who broke their contact, “I rather have you than Prince Arthur,” she replied now. The young woman felt bad for the Prince of Camelot, all that pressure riding on him from his father to be a good prince, to be the best warrior, to be, well, the best in everything. It was not a life she would enjoy living, everybody expecting so much from you that when you turn up short in their eyes, even though it was the best you could have done, they hang their disappointment in you. That was no way to live, and she did not understand how Arthur could handle it. Although, her next question had put tension into the air now, he had not been expecting her question at all, “She…what she?” There was anger in his voice and out of habit, the fair haired maiden felt herself tense up a little and Silver himself jumped away slightly, allowing space between them again.
She was uncertain as to why he was so surprised by her deduction, the way he had acted earlier suggested something of a woman in his life, who and what she may be to him had been left unclear though, but seeing his reaction, perhaps it should have stayed that way. Her gaze remained on the trees now as they walked along in silence, allowing time for his anger to die down. After what seemed to be forever though, the knight heaved a sigh, and she knew that the anger was over, “No …. no …. She did not hurt me. I accomplished that feet of arms all by myself. I had left her twice. The first to go prove myself, and by the second, it was already too late. Even though I helped rescue her …. it was already too late …. and there was another.” She did not look at him once during this, and merely judged the situation by his words and tone of his voice. Faerydae knew that he had no desire to continue this subject, whoever this woman was, still bore a heavy hole in Lancelot’s heart. Nodding her head in understanding, she allowed the conversation to drop vocally, but her mind could not rest for she found herself distracted now. In a way, she was glad to hear that there was nobody now, but the fact that he had such a strong reaction to it, well, perhaps there was no hope at all for Faerydae herself, not that she should be thinking about such things anyways. With that thought in her mind, she shoved all others out and laid it to rest for now.
He was the one to shift the topic now, no doubt running away from the last one, and the young maiden did not mind at all. After all, she should not be directing all of the conversation, even if that did mean there were higher chances that he may actually ask about her, and oddly enough, their conversation settled upon Uther and she had not been expecting the next question, “Given how Uther has dealt with magic, what was your view of it when you were queen, then?” It was a curious question to be asked, now that since something of that importance passed if she thought so, although, things still happened and revolved around the old religion. Her mind wandered for a moment before finally speaking, trying to pick her words carefully, “Magic is…tricky for me. I feel as if all the stories of old that I have heard, it had been used for good with only a few in the dark arts. But nowadays, I feel that it’s just…I don’t know,” Faerydae bit her lip slightly, trying to figure out her words, “After the purge…I don’t believe I’ve heard or seen one good thing about magic, because everybody’s so bent up in revenge…so, I guess I don’t fear it, not to the extent that Uther is…it just makes me nervous because all I’ve ever seen and heard are terrible things.” It was not fair really, of her to think such way, but she did not know of any other way. If she were to meet somebody, who was not using it to their advantage, perhaps it would change, but for now, she had every right to fear it as much as she did a dangerous animal or man.
As the topic of her being a good queen was brought up, Faerydae felt herself uncertain and sadden almost. It merely brought up her past to her, and she still felt guilty that Lancelot kept on seeing her as this noble queen, when she had been anything but that, “I apologize if I have dredged up some bad memories.” Her eyes glanced over at him for a second before she finally answered, “Do not apologize, it is not your fault,” she replied simply now as she quickly moved the conversation away from this and towards the gryphon now. It interested her a lot in many ways, purely because she knew that only magic could kill it, and it seemed to bring about Silver’s curiosity as well. The knight tried feeding them an answer thought that was, well, entirely unbelievable, from her stand point at least and when she told him that he had been very lucky, it seemed that Lancelot lost a little confidence in his answer now. She was certain that questions were going through his brain at the moment, but the two of them did what they did best when they realized that a topic was going into dangerous territory. They merely dropped it. Although, now they were running out of topics to concentrate on and she feared that it would soon come upon her to talk, but she did not wish to do that, not about herself at least.
There was something distracting between them though, and she knew it was not in words. There was a tension between them, it tighten the air and almost made her want to breath heavy. It was not that there was anything wrong with the air, nor that he was mad at her, because he wasn’t, but it was something else, something…primal. It had been there before, but everything seemed to become far more noticeable ever since she had touched his hand. Her mind wandered to his words for a moment, about how if the situation had presented itself a thousand times to him, that he would still go and save her, there was nothing he did that made her doubt it, but it was her own mind that played tricks on her. Before giving it any more thought though, they moved towards the caves now and she did not think back on it again for now. Everything had been fine until they reached the caves, and then Faerydae found herself getting caught up in Lancelot without even thinking about it, too distracted by his hold on her hand to think about her horse and how he might feel. Although, she certainly had gotten awake up to reality once he moved and killed whatever it was that had been going on, but what had hurt the most was not Silver, but Lancelot suggesting that they should just go to the stream, or even leave for good.
Instead of leaving though, she hopped off the white stallion and walked towards the knight now as he distracted himself with collecting kindle wood. She felt very tiny compared to him and he had not even been standing fully straight. Funny how one does not notice height differences until they were on the ground. Sensing her presence, he turned around and almost seemed startled probably because of two things: her height, and the fact that she was not gone yet, “Milady…Dae?” She did not even speak until he said her name, but still, she felt vulnerable opening up like this, even if it was not the whole story for she did not know what he would say, when she was done though, Lancelot did speak, “Yes …. I know you are not a queen now, but you were. And yes, I expect you made mistakes. We all do, whether we be queen or commoner. Sometimes these mistakes merely cause embarrassment, while others cost lives. We learn from our mistakes, as I’m sure you did, or you wouldn’t be telling me now. The queen that made those mistakes may have been young and foolish, but that person was a different person than you are now. It would have been even more foolish to have ended such a beautiful and valuable life as yours, so I am glad that Silver intervened and that you failed in that. Well, then, perhaps it is just as important to have the principles of a commoner, as it is of a royal. I would guess if you were to become a queen again, though, your principles would not be those of a fool, would they?”
It was almost like being chided by an adult and her eyes still remained locked on her feet as she thought about his words and thought to herself about it. She could never imagine the day that she would become queen again, though his words did hold sense about principles and how she had learned from everything, “I suppose not,” she murmured to herself. There was something else that was caught up on her mind though, ‘a beautiful and valuable life’…that’s what he had called her, but surely he cannot have meant it, not after that painful discussion of the woman that he had left behind. Her mind still remained on it, even as she spoke about not wanting to leave him. This whole thing was becoming quite puzzling, as if it were a terrible game that life was just playing to be cruel to her, tugging at her heart and making her confused. When the knight had not replied though, she thought the worst of it and thought that she would have to go, but something else happened. He took a step forward now, and the only reason why she knew this was because she caught sight of his foot. She simply eyed his foot now, trying to figure out what was going on when the young woman felt one of his fingers under her chin, gently pushing her head up to meet his gaze.
Due to his height, Faerydae certainly felt herself having to lift her head to really look at him, but she hardly concentrated on that. All what he had done was a place a finger under her chin and the young woman felt as if her skin was on fire. Her ice blue gaze simply lost in his own pale gaze now, unable to break away from it as he angled his head now and bent down, their lips brushing up against each other in a kiss. For a moment, it almost felt as if her heart had stopped for a moment, or that everything just became very light. His kiss had been light, but to her, it might have been the perfect kiss as he pulled away only slightly now, “And why would I want a jewel like you to leave?” he asked her now in a low whisper, his hand running through her silvery blond hair and loosening up her braids, allowing the tendrils of hair to fall freely. It was relaxing, she felt safe with him and her eyes closed for a moment as he played with her hair, feeling the small motions before her eyes fluttered open again, a smile resting on her lips now, shy and timid but it was truly genuine, “I…I don’t know,” she murmured, certainly finding herself at a loss for words, but maybe words did not really matter her, but emotions and actions and everything else in between. Standing on her toes now, her hands placed lightly on his chest for use of balance as her lips parted ever so slightly and brushed up against his. Like her smile, the kiss had been shying, but it lingered even after she pulled away slightly now, ice blue gaze just staring at his pale one.
From afar, the white stallion watched and the moment that the knight had made a move to kiss Faerydae, Silver knew that he had lost for the knight. A snort escaped him and he shook his head slightly, and trotted past them now and into the caves to join Sher-Fore, so he did not have to bother watching the scene.
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Jul 21, 2011 21:06:24 GMT -5
Silver replied with a simple snort as he gestured his head over towards his own human now for a moment, but his amber eyes never left the other animal, “You mean to say that when you look at that girl, you think hunter?” If that was the case, this dog really was clueless. Faerydae was anything but that, she had a hard enough time catching rabbits, let alone getting a stag or a doe, so for her, rabbits did go a long way. Although, before he could even lash out at the dog again, another human came into the picture and Silver was quick to yield away from her and let out some ugly words in her direction. While he might have not have been paying full attention to her, Silver’s amber eyes still caught sight of the young woman’s ice blue eyes flash a hot white now which nearly stole his full attention now. Whatever she was, it certainly was not human, ”Don’t you dare take that tone with me, Horse,” she snapped at him now, putting emphasis on the animal term, “This is my camp and I make the rules here. Your breed should know that much.”
Her words were heavy with threat and a cool tone, but it would take more than that to truly put the stallion into his place, “You know nothing of my breed, magic user,” he snapped back at her, “And do not tell me of rules, for it was your dog that brought this down upon your camp.” Never in a million years would have he come here on his own accord, Silver knew better than to go into areas were unfamiliar smells heavily scented the air, for it could be a danger not only for him, but also for his human. However though, he was not going to continue to stand around and deal with this girl and her loud mouthed dog, especially now when he sensed that his own human was close by now, probably watching the whole scene in confusion and maybe fear. Magic was often a sticky situation for her, and Silver could hardly blame her. While magic is suppose to be something used for it, all what the users ever seemed to be using it for now was evil, but perhaps this girl here might be different. After all, if she had been like the others in Albion, they probably would have been dead now.
Faerydae herself still watched from afar at the strange site as she hung close by the tree as if it were a towering protector. Her concern shot up when the wild looking girl shot an ugly glare at Silver now, and while she had been too far away to hear the exact words, it was easy to tell that they were not kind words. As if he was replying to her words though, the white stallion shot back an ugly whinny as if they were conversing. For all the young maiden knew though, that could very well be the case though, but she thought against it. After all, humans could not talk with animals, sure, they could have an understanding of one another like what she did with her horse, or clearly how this girl did with her dog, but to have a whole conversation as if they were completely human, well, that was impossible…wasn’t it? Of course, now the former queen could not be so sure of everything now. Her ice blue eyes watched as her horse finally moved away from them now, but a gleeful whinny still seemed to escape him, laughing at the dog as it took its verbal beating as it glowered dangerously at the white stallion now, who merely tossed his head pridefully. The action alone caused her to roll her eyes slightly, Silver was being quite the embarrassment at the moment and that was all what she needed.
“Yes, we do have an odd sort of pack, don’t we?” the wild girl started now and Silver glanced back for a moment, “And a very small one as well,” he replied before walking over towards his human now and rubbed his large head up against her side. As she felt the stallion against her now, her small hands merely pushed her horse a way gently, her attention remaining on the others at the moment. It did not take long though before the girl’s attention turned to her now at her meek question. Ice blue eyes remained on her, studying her for a moment. She was certainly beautiful and of course, taller than Faerydae herself, a girl of the wild, untamed by anybody it would seem. Although, the young maiden could not help but to wonder what made this girl wish to chose a life out in the woods with a dog, although, it certainly would not be a question she would dare to ask out loud. While this girl still almost seemed to be tense by all of the events that had just happened to her, the wild looking girl seemed to relax now, although, whether that was actually the case or trying to make the other feel more at ease, it was hard to tell.
Ice blue eyes continued to stare at the other for a moment, they almost seemed to have the same color eyes, but there was something different about hers that Faerydae could not place her finger on at the moment. Of course though, it only made her wary and she was uncertain about leaving the side of the tree yet, even though it did not harbor any real way of protection. Oh, what a sight she must be for the girl and her dog now, probably nothing more than a intimidated girl, nervous as a flighty animal that might had stumbled across a predator, “My name is Kariza. Kazira Astras,” she stated now. Kazira…it was an interesting name, but nothing that she had heard before prior to their meetings, not even during her rule in Balor. Of course though, hardly anybody seemed to travel to her old kingdom. Her gaze wandered towards the large, black dog now who came to sit down beside its companion now, loyal as ever as a hand was placed upon its head, “And this unfortunate thief here is Moros,” she said now as the dog dipped it’s head in a greeting, “And who might you two be? Other than the victims of this gluttonous animal?”
The pair seemed curious to see if they would reply or not. Faerydae’s own eyes glanced towards the white stallion that stood beside her. Ice blue eyes met with amber eyes as the horse dipped his head slightly and let out a gentle whicker. The young maiden continued to stare at Silver for a moment before her gaze moved back towards Kazira and Moros now. After a moment of hesitancy though, she finally spoke, “I am Faerydae Moritary, but you may call me Dae,” she nodded towards the white stallion now, “And I call him Silver, but I do not know his true name.” A gleeful whinny escaped the horse now in greeting, his ears twitching at his adoptive name as he nudged her again, which she complied this time and allowed her hand to graze over his muzzle, “You do not fear the woods?”
Notes: It's okay! We all have lives off line, now down we? Ah, envious. I wish I had photoshop skills...or photoshop at all. Well, regardless of whether you edited her eyes or not, it still looks beautiful! I like your one of Kazira and Lancelot also. Oh yeah, I creep that much on other boards XD |
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Jul 17, 2011 21:40:02 GMT -5
Of course though, Lancelot did not know a lot about her, actually, he knew nothing of her for she had yet to share anything. It truly is an ugly monster to wrestle with, and she had nobody to blame but herself because he was not pressuring her in the slightest. But it was difficult to come to terms with oneself, and she had never told anybody but the white stallion who traveled with her. After all, how does one choose to finally let go of the past and move on? Faerydae found herself uncertain about it, and yet, it was as if this whole day had awoken her from a deep slumber. Fear still sat heavy in her heart though, after all, the people of Balor had no problem judging her for her actions, and Lancelot could be no different. Although, should fear really sit inside her? It was almost as if she feared telling him anything about herself and hearing his judgment more than what those men could have done to her, what anybody could have done to her. The young woman fought hard against letting out a sigh of frustration at her thoughts, after all, why should it matter to her? Why should any of this matter to her? This long and winding road was a long and painful one, and she didn’t even know where she stood in her fate, or whether she had any control of it at all.
A snort escaped Silver now, breaking her concentration for a moment. He turned his head over so slightly glance back at her, and her ice blue eyes just rested on him for a moment before turning her attention back towards the woods now, her thoughts wandering back in the comfort of the woods now. It was odd to her, they were going deeper into the woods of Balor now, a place where people often feared the depths of its darkness and what lies within it, but these thoughts never crossed her mind. The woods were tranquil, and nothing more. Being a nomad was a much different lifestyle than that of a queen, or even a noblewoman which had been the background that she had originally came from. It made her curious if her parents ever thought of her, or even her brothers. But to hide in the shadows was a wonderful thing that kept her at peace with her life now, unknown to Albion and its people. Hearing a small sigh escape Lancelot, her gaze moved back over towards the knight now for a split second as they continued to walk through the woods. He had not said anything to her, nor was he looking in her direction. Of course, Faerydae felt certain that she knew what it was about, and he probably did not even realize what he did. Although, she would not comment on it.
Perhaps horses were the only conversation that they had going for them. Only time would tell if she were truly up to sharing anything or just kept him in the dark. For now, it seemed to keep them both content and he did listen to her talk of Silver’s ancestry. The young woman was quite curious to see if he would accept such a thing, for believers were hard to come by, and with the fear of magic spreading across the lands, talk of anything that could be pertained to magic was such a crime. It was only but a moment before Lancelot answered though, “Ah ….the Elder Breed. I have never been privileged enough to see one myself, and seeing is believing, I must say. I would indeed have to say that appear to be blessed with many gifts. I will leave it to more learned folk to know and understand the source of those gifts. It is enough, for a simple soldier like me, to know that they have them, and accept that truth. Yes… yes …. I have seen how understanding that this one can be. Who am I to doubt? As I said, I am quite fortunate to have seen this one, and I expect it is a special gift that I have been allowed to see this one,” he replied now. She listened to his words for a moment before finally commenting with the hint of a smile, “I think we both were lucky,” after all, Silver could have not shown himself even to her, he could have just let her go ahead and killed herself that day in the woods, and yet, the stallion had appeared like a ghost and pushed away the dagger from her hand. For a while, she always wondered what Silver had seen in her that day that made him wish to save her from her own hand.
In between that time though, he had used the word ‘milady’, and while she had not said anything, the word could not help but to make her cringe in the slightest way. It was a separation that she did not wish upon them, something that she did not wish upon anybody. While she thought that her body movements had been unnoticeable, she stood corrected by Lancelot, who seemed to have witnessed the whole thing, “Though you be not a queen still, a lady of your lineage and beauty and grace, must still be shown deference. If you were Dae, and I am to be allowed to call you in that ’familiar’ name, I must also be allowed to show deference, as you are still in a class beyond my reach.” Her lips twisted slightly, but she kept her gaze ahead of her, wishing to argue, but knew that she would lose against him, “There is no class in the woods.” They were both stubborn in their own ways, and it became clear that they both had their own ideas of what is considered proper. Perhaps it was just of his knight status though that he thought in such a way, but oh, how she hated it. Out of the corner of her eyes now, the young woman caught sight of his smile now as the conversation was quick to revert back to the horses, but his black Arabian now, “Sher-Fore …. yes …. he does come from a place in which there is a never ending sea of white sand, only occasionally interrupted by oases of water and plants. Yes …. They are called mirages. He was but just beyond a colt when I did battle with an Arab chieftain …killed him … and won him as my spoil of battle. He had been badly mistreated and I won him over by the love and care I showed him,”
As he spoke, she turned her head to give him her full attention, and their eyes locked. His pale eyes stared into hers for a rather long moment and time almost seemed to stop for a moment before Lancelot broke the gaze. Her own eyes lingered on his turned face for a moment before her eyes dropped to the black Arabian that she and her own horse walked alongside of. So, the lands were true, she could hardly imagine what it would be like to travel over seas of hot sand, how desolate the area must have been. But horses were bred to survive their climates and lands, and she wondered if the change of pace proved to be more of a shock for the black horse than anything, “It is cruel that anybody could have hurt such a beautiful horse,” she replied softly now. How Faerydae hated it when people mistreated their horses, they were a majestic animal, and in so many ways, far more beautiful than any human and understanding, and scar so much more easily. The young woman wondered who long it took for Sher-Fore to recover, to allow Lancelot into his life and give him his trust, “Are you the only one he allows to lay a hand on him?” she asked now, but her gaze did not leave the black stallion even as their conversation shifted to bonds between horse and man. Her answer had not been long nor drawn out, but short and simple. Sometimes, she felt that she did not need words to speak her ideas, sometimes she just spoke with action, although, it was hard to tell if made Lancelot uncomfortable or not, for she often felt herself too caught up with her own feelings at hand.
Perhaps though, it was truly the horses who had a better understanding of the concept than they did. After all, it is not the human who chooses the horse, but the horse who chooses the rider. After all, Sher-Fore may have never accepted Lancelot, nor Silver may have come to her. Even bought horses may not fully accept their ‘masters’, and still put up a fuss. Not all the time was the human reigned as the boss. The conversation changed though, and she had been the one to change it. Curious to see if he had any loved ones, because surely, he must have had them, but not in the form of parents sadly, it seemed for they had left the world and as she expressed her sadness for him, Lancelot was quick to answer, “Alas, milady …. Dae, it is not a story that is unique to me, and therefore I should not be the subject of pity more than anyone else. It simply …. cut me off and cut me loose from my natural moorings. I would be a carpenter today, instead of the man I am. It played a role in forming me, at any rate.” Her gaze rested on him for a few moments before returning away, thinking to herself for a moment, “All of our past shapes us who we are today,” the young woman murmured cryptically to herself. It was cruel, the games that life played on them all, to shape them towards better destinies, it would remove what held them back. At least, for Lancelot it did, for herself, she was quite uncertain of what greater pathway lay ahead of her, perhaps she was just simply lost in the shadows of her mind, forever and always.
The silence had uprooted itself from the shadows when she had spoke, and had simply hoped that Lancelot would have left everything at that, but clearly, she had been foolish to do so. While she thought that she might have terminated the subject by now, Lancelot clearly did not let go of something so easily, “Hmmm …. so why did you wait then, and what could I have possibly said in my words that indicate anything about my character. I have known many a man who were so slick in their words that you could tell nothing about them.” It had been a long time since somebody had questioned her words so easily, and find herself at a slight loss. After a moment though, a small smile graced her lips, “You make it sound as if I was the only one who made the choice to wait for you and to follow after you,” after all, it had been Silver who thought through most of it, and had taken her out of her uncertainties about the situation, for now at least. Her ice blue eyes glanced over towards him now though, “Knights don’t lie, and if you did, you would certainly be the first I’ve ever known,” she replied with ease. Although, the conversation centered around the ‘handsome’ aspect now, but just as she had been easily willing to end it, so was he, for he as well finished it off with his own conversation ending statement. While she could not have been certain, it might had referred to more than just this conversation.
His eyes were on her now, she could feel them as she stared down at Silver’s mane during the silence. It was a sticky situation in which she had found herself in, trying to figure out what to do. While she had before thought it might be wise to just not speak of the topic at hand, whether he had a lover or not, curiosity was tugging at her. But his words had been, cold, harsh almost, that she was certain that it was a dangerous route to go, and Faerydae did not wish to upset him in any way by bringing up a relic of the past for him. But it had to have been a girl, somebody that he had cared for tremendously. At first, the thought came to her mind that perhaps, like his parents, she had perished in some way. But if that had been the case, his words would have been filled of sadness, not an underlying coldness. No, this woman of his was still very much alive. She wondered, whether she had been from Camelot, for that was the last place where something appeared very stable in his nomadic life before Uther’s rules came crashing down upon him. The young woman wondered what the knight thought of this, whether her silence was a good thing or a bad thing, even if he had grown accustomed to it. And while it did not carry a hidden message, she wondered if his silence did. It was not something he was clearly willing to talk about on his own, not for himself to bring it up at least. So where did that leave her? Full of curiosity but too afraid to ask such a question of him? After a moment though, she dared to speak, but it was barely above a whisper, “Did she hurt you?”
The tables had taken a turn though, and everything had soon gone to Lancelot’s short lived knighthood thanks to Uther Pendragon. Although, the knight himself seemed interested in the king’s reputation. After a moment, he finally did ask her of the reputation, although, she could not be entirely certain as to why for she often believed that everybody knew of Uther Pendragon, “A man of the old ways, rules his kingdom with an iron fist and a fear of magic. After all, it was he who started the purge, what kind of reputation do you think would follow a man for a lifetime after that?” she inquired now, but he seemed lost in his own thoughts. Her attention returned to the woods, but not for long, “I can see how he would have thought of you as quite a trophy, but also I am sure the finest of queens, I would imagine.” His words startled her, for they were abrupt, but the content caught her interest as well. She glanced over towards him for a second, even Silver did at the mentioning of the ‘trophy’ status. Her gaze remained on him for a moment before her gaze finally dropped and she glanced back towards the woods now, “Once upon a time, I was,” she murmured softly. It was saddening to her, that he seemed to paint her royalty in a positive light when the young woman had felt anything but that. While she had been a wife to Janus, answering to him in his every need and being the perfect queen that she tried to be, all those memories were wiped upon the moment of the discovery of her and Talberon in the woods.
But now was not the time to dwell on such things, and her curiosity and taken a turn in the tale of the gryphon now, as well as the white stallion’s. Their attention rested on Lancelot, wondering how he would find a way to get around her statement now. She noticed how the black Arabian shifted his head ever so slightly to look back at his rider now, so the horse knew as well, “Well then,” he started now, and Faerydae almost felt as if she might hang on his every word now, “Perhaps the lance had been enchanted before I had it, and I was just lucky to be the one to use it,” he countered her now. Ice blue eyes just rested on him, along with Silver’s amber eyes. Silence passed for a moment; he was protecting somebody, a magic user that was easy enough to tell. While she wished to ask him about it, it became rather clear that it would not get her anywhere. Whoever this person had been, Lancelot must find them to be a great friend to jump through these hoops to answer her persistent questions. A snort escaped Silver and he shook his head slightly before turning his attention back towards the woods now, as if putting an end to the conversation. Her gaze still lingered on the knight for a moment though before finally commenting, “You were very lucky, indeed.”
The conversation had been quick to come to an end, on both of their parts though as the topics shifted as quickly as the shore’s waves. They talked of her attackers and what he had done, the thank yous that had come out of it as well as the principles. But perhaps, both of their minds lingered on a single thing that neither of them realized how much affected them: her touch. Although, her thoughts could not linger on it for any longer as Lancelot spoke now, but there was something different about his voice, as if trying to keep himself in check. But of what, Faerydae did not know, “As I said, I would do it, time and again, whether it was you or someone else. I would feel duty-bound to do what was right.” It was odd to think of how he still lived by the knight code even though he had been stripped of his title. In many ways, Lancelot was so different from her and perhaps, the better person as well. But she did not comment on it, and simply nodded her head slightly, showing her understanding of the matter. The horses moved quickly though through the trees now though, at the sudden urgency that seemed to take upon them to leave this part of the woods as well as whatever they had heard and soon came across the caves and came to a halt and everything seemed to change so quickly.
Lancelot had taken hold of her hand, and she was not entirely certain why, but it affected her on so many ways that she was uncertain of whether she could even describe it. The spark of electricity was there, and she made her own move. The moment might have lasted forever if it had not been for Silver to quickly break up the mood and kill it quickly. His neck was arched and his ears had flattened considerable as he snorted and flared his nostrils, annoyed by their actions. Faerydae was uncertain of where the white stallion placed his frustration, but either way, it had affected the knight. Ice blue eyes glanced over towards him now as Lancelot’s eyes dropped now and he spoke, “There is nothing for you to apologize for. It is clear that Silver does not approve, and he is probably correct. You may not hold the title, but you are still a queen, milady, as I am still a Knight, at least in our principles. Perhaps you and Silver should go to the stream alone. I shall remain here with Sher-Fore. If you do not return, we will understand.” Her own eyes widen at his words, they were almost like a slap to the face, and the stung harder than any of the hits that she had taken from her attackers. The young woman watched now as he slid of his great horse and lead the animal into the caves now before Lancelot, himself, began to gather wood for a fire, she assumed, but he never once did look their way.
The white stallion had taken a step towards the stream now, almost dictating what they should do, but she did not agree, and slid off Silver now and hit the ground lightly. Upon the ground, she felt small, although, her tiny stature of five foot two probably had something to do with that. After a moment though, she started walking towards Lancelot now. Silver noticed this and quickly trotted over towards her now, seeing if he could cut her off but she just moved around him and it was not long until she placed herself right in front of the knight now. Faerydae bit her lip slightly, thinking of what to say, but even know, she found herself uncertain if he was even paying any attention to her, “I am not a queen,” she said finally, her voice almost filled with defiance at such a concept, “When I became Queen, I was young and foolish, and it cost the lives of two people who I had held most important in my life, and neither one of them was my king. Upon my exile, I tried to kill myself with my own hands in these very woods, and I would have done it if it were not for Silver who had shown himself and stopped me. On one bad judgment and discovery, I had shamed my kingdom, and my family, and most of all, my king… if you wish to place me on a higher class than you, then do it, but do not tell me that I have the principles of a queen, because I don’t.” A sigh escaped her, she had never told anybody this, not anybody who had not known of her story, "I don't want to leave you Lancelot, but if you wish it of me, I will if that is what you are asking now," she replied softly now, her eyes gazing down at her feet now.
From a few feet back, the white stallion had stood there, watching the whole scene. His ears twitched a little at her painful words, never had Silver thought that he would hear those words come out of her mouth again. While it was not the whole story, the white stallion knew that it was a lot more than anybody would ever get and while Lancelot had saved her life, Silver himself, was still uncertain of whether the knight was completely worth of that knowledge, time would only tell, and maybe even his answer now would set the tone. Either way, he knew that there was some held confusion on his companion's part. Being told to go to the stream without him had made her nervous, Silver sensed that much. After all, if the two of them were to leave and go down to the stream by themselves, who was to say that he would not leave? The horse's tail swished back and forth now, amber eyes locked on the two humans and waiting to see what would happen.
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Jul 14, 2011 21:28:19 GMT -5
Her studying of the young girl continued now as the idea of being lost came up. Although, it hardly seemed to bother her as she shrugged her shoulders in the slightest way now, “I know I came from that direction, so I assume going back that way will lead me home,” she replied in an easy manner. While Faerydae herself, still felt uncertain about her words, every moment after she had said them, the redhead’s confidence in herself about the situation appeared to grow, “But as to knowing my exact location,” she continued on, “I must confess I am at a loss.” Ice blue eyes blinked now, uncertain of what the difference really was. After all, the woods looked the same no matter where one walked, and sometimes, it almost seemed as if the paths changed their ways even though they didn’t, like wild magic. After a moment though, the fair haired woman finally spoke, “Well, I suppose you might have it under control then. Besides, a horse always knows the way back to its home,” she replied. Camelot City was not too far away; Faerydae supposed it was just that she was not accustomed to seeing people of nobility within the woods, because even Camelot was not safe from crime.
Caitrin seemed rather pleased that they had not left her yet, although, it was hard to understand why. Although, perhaps she was growing bored of the people in Camelot, why else would somebody be out riding around? There was a pause in the air before she was the first to speak now, “I’m glad to make your acquaintance,” the redhead said with the bow of her head as well as a charming smile. Silver moved slightly, about to voice his own opinion of her forgetting about him, but Caitrin seemed to catch on her ‘mistake’ before he had any time to say anything, “Both of your acquaintances.” A loud and shrill whinny escaped the white stallion now and he tossed his head in agreement, and Faerydae just found herself smiling softly at his actions, “The pleasure is ours as well. We are hardly ever graced with friendly company,” actually, this might have been the first that had not resulted because the former queen needed saving nor did she and Silver have to run after hungry dogs. Everything about this girl seemed normal for a noble, of course though, everybody has secrets.
Ice blue eyes watched now as Caitrin turned from her to the horse now, and she hardly seemed to give it a second thought, as if it came second nature, like all bonds between horse and rider should be, “She’s one of my best friends,” she commented softly. Faerydae watched, and she knew that there was a lot of meaning behind her words. While she hardly knew the girl, it could be safe to say that the mare had been with her for a very long time, “I’ve had her about four years now, my Uncle gave her to me when he accepted my wardship.” Ah, a ward, no wonder she was out and about. But perhaps hesr was not as bad as some others that she had witnessed, for they had looked like cages. Before she could even comment though, something struck her mind now though, “Your Uncle? And your last name’s de Archer? Surely his last name as well,” Faerydae pondered to herself now and Silver glanced towards her, for this thought was clearly on her Balor life before he had come into the picture. It sounded so familiar to her, but she shook it off now, and continued on, “Anyways, he certainly made a fine choice in a horse for you. And what is her name?”
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Jul 10, 2011 15:43:11 GMT -5
She felt more peace now by herself in the cage of the woods now than she would ever with people in a city. Her eyes glanced over towards the rouge knight for a moment, almost feeling guilty that she was the one who simply asked questions of his past without giving any of hers. The way he answered her almost seemed, to her at least, that he felt obligated to have answered them even though he shouldn’t have to, because she had been a queen and if that had still been the case, he would have to answer to her, not because he wanted to and in return, did not ask her anything because he knew she wouldn’t. For her though, while everything had happened years ago, the young woman still felt that she was unable to forgive herself and let go. And until that time, she would carry the burden by herself for her actions were not of something that she deemed required sympathy from anybody, if anything, they might scare people away. Of course, by people, it only meant Lancelot, although, only time would even tell how long that this mutual agreement of companionship would last until either one of them had to leave the other.
And even if this come to a swift end, Faerydae knew that she would always have the white stallion. He did not seem intent of leaving her, for he had countless of times where he could have fled and left her easily. But instead, when he did leave, he always came back no matter the situation. It seemed that she had found herself a lifelong companion within the horse, one who understood her unlike others and lifted the burden ever so slightly along with filling the gaping hole in her heart, or at least, most of it. After all, she was not stupid, if it had not been for him coming to her that day in the woods, the young woman would have been dead by her own hand. With the conversation at hand being on horses though, it was easy to see why it had been chosen. While it was something that she could talk about, it was also something that they both could relate to, “Now your horse, your companion, Silver, would seem to be an interesting breed of horse. I don’t believe, in all of my travels, that I have ever seen a horse quite like him, either in appearance or in personality. Can you tell me anything more about him or his history?”
Her hand reached out and stroked the white stallion’s shoulder blade, caressing it before she spoke, “He is of the Elder Breed,” she replied now as Silver’s ears twitched, knowing he was being talked about, “They are a breed in which the ancestors of Albion said to be blessed by their gods at the beginning of time, making them faster, stronger, and of extraordinary intelligence, which is why Silver is responsive to our words for he can fully understand every word,” there was a pause in her voice as she gave some thought to what she would say next, “I suppose you have not seen one yet for they live in the wild Albion which has yet to be tamed by mankind and they are selective as to who should witness their grace and beauty.” She was certain that it was everything, and it was not long before Lancelot responded to her thank you. While he did not use ‘your highness’ anymore, he still used the term ‘milady’ and while she wished he hadn’t, for it almost felt there was still that barrier between them that did not exist anymore, Faerydae chose to not argue about it, at least for now. Her gaze moved towards the black Arabian now before asking a question, “And what of Sher-Fore? I hear his kind comes from lands where there is nothing to be seen but vast oceans of sand, and the sun so hot that it makes images appear out of thin air.”
It was funny how Silver and her acted so differently around the pair, but of course, the white stallion did not need to talk unlike her, “Yes…I can sense it as well. I have always had a natural affinity for horses, but it is rare to be greeted by a horse that has that affinity towards yourself…if you know what I mean,” Lancelot commented now. Ice blue eyes simply rested on the horse now as he continued to attempt to engage in play with the black Arabian. There were times she wished that Silver could talk, so he could explain his actions. Everybody else they had encountered, Silver had disliked or had barely put up with, but usually, those encounters only lasted for a half a day, if that. Something told her that this may last longer than that time frame, “Yes, I do,” she replied now, her thoughts still on Silver’s behavior. Of course though, everything could have come down to the fact that Lancelot had merely not said or done anything to upset the white stallion, not yet at least. But for now, he seemed content with the situation as he viewed it for now.
As she thought about the knight now though, it would have seemed, to him at least, that she was slightly wrong at the idea that he should have loved ones, and therefore corrected her by telling her, “Perhaps I should explain myself more clearly, milady,” he stated now and her ice blue eyes glanced over at him as he began to tell her his story, “I was raised in a small village far on the northwestern edge of Albion. When I reached my teens my parents arranged me to be apprenticed to a carpenter in a nearby town. However, even though I was learning a practical trade, I always was interested in swordcraft. Anyway, one day when I was away for my apprenticeship a group of Raiders from the Northern Plains struck and pillaged. There were apparently no survivors and after the fires little left standing. I swore on that day that I would never be in a situation where I could not defend myself from violence and would seek a knightly path. But that is the reason that I have no family and have never sought a close companion other than a horse.” She listened to his tale thoughtfully before glancing away and finally commenting, “I am sorry to hear that you have such a tale,” but she supposed that some of the most noble men have the saddest stories. Of course, life had a funny way of working, and may times, it decided to dealt blows that were hardly fair to shape one’s destiny.
There was of course, that awkward silence that hung in the air between them, for she hardly had expected him to inquire of her comment. Faerydae supposed that it might have been too much to ask to expect that it would have just been allowed to slide by unnoticed, “A heart of gold? And what do you base that on, surely not on my deadly skill with a bow,” he replied now. Her gaze remained rooted ahead of her for the time being, “No. If that had been the case, Silver and I would have not waited around for you in the wood,” she replied easily enough, “Through words alone, Lancelot, you have shown me much about your character and you have hardly realized it,” Faerydae replied now. Out of the corner of her eye now, the young woman caught sight of the most quizzical thing, “Handsome?” he asked of her now, clearly questioning her judgment, but that was not what had caught her attention. While his skin was of a tanned complexion, no doubt from his life in the wild, it could not conceal the blush that was crossing his cheeks. Quickly, her gaze moved back to trees now, but the faintest of smiles rested on her lips now, “Yes,” she replied quietly, and it was a simple answer to no doubt end the conversation now. Although, there was still something that seemed to hang on Lancelot’s mind and as she glanced over to him now, something flashed across his features, but she could not make out what thoughts they might have been of until he spoke, “No. There is no one…nor should there be. The life I lead is not one that would make one wise to wait for me…handsome or not.”
His answer had surprised her, not just in words, but also in tone. He sounded cold almost, and hurt. Ice blue eyes glanced back over at him now for a moment, if anything; he had just reminded her of Janus now. Whoever had flashed across his mind must have done something to make him respond in such away. Either way though, the young woman knew a dangerous topic when it was presented, and instead of making a comment, she made none at all and allowed the conversation all together to end at that, for they did not know each other enough, in her mind, to talk of such a heart break. Quickly breaking free from the topic at hand though, Lancelot referred back to his story of short knighthood, and as always, Faerydae listened to it in silence, “On discovering my deception, confronting me, and stripping me of my Knighthood, Uther decided that was not enough. He had me sent to the dungeons. Arthur, though, on his own authority, freed me before he took the Knights out in search for the Gryffon. Even though it was a magical creature, they were going to try and destroy it. He told me to leave Camelot, but I could not abandon them in their hour of need.” There were not a lot of people who could do that, go back after being thrown in a dungeon, which seemed a little extreme to her, but Uther, after all, was Uther, and he took things differently.
“So, you know King Uther? Yes, Uther’s views are from another time, but they are also views from a man who allow no views but his own. I had violated his signature rule …. The Code …. and I could never be forgiven.” Of course, while it was true that she knew Uther, the young woman only knew of the Uther that she had witnessed at royal gatherings and treaties between Balor and Camelot, and what of Janus told of her. Although, it did not take a lot to get to truly understand Uther Pendragon, “I did not know him as well as Janus, but every man comes with their reputation. Besides, I’m sure that he saw me more as Janus’s trophy wife than a true queen.” Her concentration at the topic at hand did not stay on there for long, for the talk of defeating the gryffon was what held her attention the most and it may have been the longest that her ice blue eyes held his pale gaze, “Yes, with a lance.” Surely not, after all, griffons were of magic, it only takes magic to kill magic, all other manmade objects shattered on direct contact. Even Silver himself took a pause at tugging on the Arabian’s mane to stare at him with amber eyes, “It takes more than a lance to defeat such an animal,” she replied now, and Silver nodded his head in the slightest way before going back to his own entertainment.
He almost seemed surprised at her words, perhaps he did not expect a thank you for the violence that had taken place, but how Faerydae looked at it, it had either been them or her who would have ended up dead, “Milady …. Dae …. you are quite welcome ….. and even though you no longer be queen if I were faced with the same situation a 100 times as would serve you 100 times in the same way. I may no longer be a knight in title, but I will always strive to act as if I were.” At those words, she glanced over towards him now for a brief moment, “That is a noble thing for you to say of a girl that you’ve only just met, Lancelot,” she replied now, but her mind was elsewhere and still thinking about what had happened moments before, and of course, she had been the one to initiate it. Faerydae had not even been sure what had gone through her mind to do such a thing, touching his hand for the briefest of moments, when after all of this time, she had refused to make any sort of contact with other humans period. It was just something that she could not entirely explain with her head.
Time to dwell of this came abruptly to a stop now though, for there was noise within the woods, and it was clear that Silver was not fond of it at all. All what she could hope for that it was not those men again coming back for revenge, for that would only make them more dangerous than they had been before. Her eyes glanced over towards the rouge knight once more, wondering if she was doing the right thing by putting her trust in him, as well as staying by his side for the time being, for it was a dangerous world out there for him to be with her, even if he was only being brave. She pushed her thoughts to the back of her mind for now though, as Silver took off into the brush and carefully navigating his way, always staying caught up with Sher-Fore, and even so boldly to run ahead of him a couple of times. Crossing the clearing had been beautiful though with the opening that allowed the stars to be shown dazzling in the night sky before they headed back into the woods, and there, the caves shown like a gaping hole in the hill side. Silver stood strong, staring at the cave with his amber eyes as the hoof beats of Sher-Fore stopped right beside him. For the rest of the wood, all was quiet yet again, for now; they had lost whatever had been trying to find them.
The moment in which that his companion had suggested that she return to the stream, Silver had backed up slightly and turned now so that he stood facing the direction in which they had come from, ready to leave already, but simply waited for the permission to take her even if he had not been the one to ask, “I think, milady, that all of us are need of water, so I think all of us should take a slow walk back to the first of the streams. I have not brought you to safety in the midst of the Balor to risk losing you now,” she had been surprised when he responded so quickly, but even more when he took her hand in his now. Startled almost, ice blue eyes glanced down to their hands now. The electric shock had come back, but now she was almost certain it was her own mind reacting from the touch, as if there was a force between them. Her whole hand seemed to fit in his, the only part left exposed was her thumb, but that was not the most notable thing. His hand was rough, calloused by the blade in which he wield as well bow string which he shot, and yet, they felt soft to her, no different than the muzzle of a horse. It made her feel...safe. After a moment of hesitation, her thumb moved and lightly grazed over his first two knuckles before moving over the top of his last two fingers in an arch like motion; a simple but caring caress. Her lips parted ever so slightly, to say something but she had not the chance.
During the time, Silver had been watching them closely. The white stallion had turned his neck and eyed their hands closely now as the man had taken Faerydae’s hand within his own. A twinge of jealousy flashed before the horse, but Silver had done nothing until his amber eyes witnessed his companion returning the motion in her own way. Before anything could be said between them though, Silver moved forward without warning, a cruel thing to do, but the horse thought it should be done. Without having a saddle, if she were not paying attention, the young woman could slide right off. Faerydae indeed felt herself slip ever so slightly and out of fear of falling, quickly tore her hand right out of Lancelot’s to steady herself on top of Silver’s back as he moved to create a short distance between himself and the black Arabian. He stomped the ground and stared back at the knight now and shook his head, letting out an annoyed whinny, clearly not accustomed to sharing attention of that matter from Faerydae with somebody else. Jealousy was not a fine feature on any being, human or not. The young woman’s gaze moved from her horse back to Lancelot not for the briefest of moments, her gaze dropped though, almost feeling ashamed, “I’m sorry…should we go now?” she asked quietly, allowing herself to steal a glance at Lancelot once more, waiting his answer.
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Jul 8, 2011 21:38:09 GMT -5
As she stepped out from behind the tree now, Faerydae felt as if she had done the girl a good deed. After all, it seemed that for a moment there, she almost seemed to have been questioning if she had really heard the voice. Of course though, upon stepping out, already, the two girls were sizing each other up as men would do. She was a noble though, and that was one of their many talents, one that the fair haired girl had not forgotten from her own childhood and queendom. They stood in silence for some time, simply taking each other in, but it had been Faerydae, for once, who had started up the conversation first and waited patiently for a reply, along with Silver who still appeared to be studying her, but his ears were alert now. For a moment, the red head seemed to be considering the question, and the young woman began to wonder if she was lost, “I don’t think so, no, no I am not lost yet,” she finally replied. Her eyebrows arched slightly at the question and the white stallion cocked his head slightly, for they were not entirely sure if they could believe her words.
Silver let out an odd snort, but it was she who spoke, “You hardly seem to be able to convince yourself,” Faerydae replied now. Even in Camelot, the woods were not a safe place to be if you did not know your way. Although, she had a bow, it could be questionable that she could even use it. Of course, there was no denial that the women of Camelot were often a different sort than those from Balor, so perhaps she was fine on her own. After all, she had that mare to look out for her. The girl’s dark green eyes watched her carefully now even though the fair haired maiden was still a good five feet away from her, neither one of them seemed to trust each other entirely even though they were both women. After a moment, she dismounted and when Faerydae saw that the bow would not leave her back, she took a step over towards Silver now and rested by his side as if he were a man or a lover rather than a horse. Ice blue eyes watched wearily as the red head bowed her head, “My name is Caitrin de Archer,” she said now, introducing herself, “What may I call you?”
De Archer? The name sounded familiar to her, perhaps Janus had talked about the family a while ago, back when he still had her as his queen. Although, all of those memories seemed so distant now that it was hard to recall whom she might have heard of and who she had actually met. Her eyes rested on the red head now, uncertain of what name to use. Although, this girl might be younger than her, so it would be quite possibly that she had heard nothing of the Balor Queen and how she had been exiled, or even known that Janus once had a queen, “Faerydae Moritary…but I go by Dae now,” the fair haired maiden replied now, “And he is Silver,” she added on, nodding towards the white stallion now, who let loose a friendly enough greeting in the form of a whinny. She noted how the other still kept the bow around her, as if a safety precaution that made her feel comfortable at the moment, despite being amongst strangers. Surprisingly enough though, it was the redhead to started off the conversation now, “You have a beautiful horse.” Silver’s ears twitched at the compliment and he nodded his head in agreement and the smallest of smiles escaped Faerydae, “Thank you. I was lucky that he had come to me,” her ice blue eyes glanced to Caitrin’s own mare now, “As do you. I can see that you two have a strong bond for her to stay so closely by your side even when you are not upon her.”
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Post by Faerydae Moriarty on Jul 7, 2011 0:08:02 GMT -5
After all, in the past, people had not caught onto Silver’s beckoning way and thought him nothing more than a wild horse either there to steal their mares or that they just, well, simply did not understand. That was one thing that she often found aggravating about people in Albion, many of them could not comprehend horses or understand them. They thought that horses are nothing more than work beasts or stupid animals, perhaps safe for the knights, who took highly to their horses for they often faced battle together. But in truth, there was more to horses that meet the eyes, even the ones who were not born of the wild. Perhaps this man understood that, and in return, understood Silver although, at the same time, it did not explain everything. While she had been the one held captive, when the onslaught of arrows came, it was easy to tell that there had been some hidden rage to them for where they hit their targets was with the aim to kill. Even now, her mind could still wander back to the leader getting his head severed off.
Before she could say anything though, the subject changed. He had been the one to take control of the subject, and perhaps by some wise insight of his, chose horses and perhaps more importantly, Silver. In a way, she was rather grateful for it. It was a conversation topic that easily flowed for her, but did not rely on her having to talk directly about herself. It seemed to pass time easily for her, allowing her to forget her about everything that had happened and who she was, for once, Faerydae actually felt normal instead of an exiled queen with a pain filled past. As she spoke about horses now, she noticed the dark haired man turn his head ever so slightly, and smiled as he rode along besides her. She found herself uncertain of what to make of it, and therefore did not comment on it. As they rode through the woods now, one would have thought that they were going for a public outing rather than leaving a miniature battle field. The young woman felt his eyes on her for a moment as she rebutted his compliment and her eyes remained locked on Silver’s knotted mane now as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world, “Yes, but I do think you will find that it is as true for the rider as well.” His words broke her concentration, but her eyes would not lift to look him in the eyes, “Thank you,” the young woman replied quietly now.
While a horse, it did not mean that he did not concentrate at the conversations at hand. The white horse’s ears twitched at their words and as the man spoke, Silver glanced over towards the man now. His amber eyes caught sight of a hidden smile, one his companion would surely not see on their new found friend. A low whicker came from him as he sidled up next to Sher-Fore now, his head turned so he could glance back at the male rider for a moment as if letting him know that while Faerydae had not witnessed his hidden smile, but he had. Afterwards though, his attention was turned back towards the other stallion now as he playfully nipped at Sher-Fore’s neck, grabbing a chunk of mane in the process to tug on, as if he were a rambunctious child trying to engage a patient adult. Ice blue eyes watched her white horse for a moment before finally commenting, “I’ve never seen him take so kindly to strangers,” it was truly at odd thing for her to witness. Then again, it spoke something about the man as well, to have a wild horse trust him so easily.
As he spoke of his tale now, she wondered if that was why he had saved her, because even though he was stripped of his title, in his heart, Lancelot Du Lac still seemed to be very much a knight. Her question of loved ones though, seemed to greatly amuse him. Her blue gaze rested on him as he let loose a mild chuckle, but she herself found herself confused and perhaps it showed on her face, uncertain of what was amusing about such a question, “Milady…I have few relationships…I have no family. Being a nomadic traveler I have been since the age of fourteen has not been very conductive to the development of relationships. I do have a friend or two, but we cross paths very rarely.” He almost sounded like her, but when it came out of his mouth, it sounded depressing. Faerydae did not believe that he should be one with so few friends, with such a noble heart, he probably deserved hundreds, and yet, he chose this path, but unlike her, it did not appear to be forced or later, for selfish reasons. Lancelot quickly caught her off guard with his own question now though, “A man like me…what’s that suppose to mean? No…there is nobody…anywhere…who waits for Lancelot.”
Faerydae found herself caught in an awkward situation where she did not know how to explain herself, although, sitting there stupidly would not help her at all. Still, though, looking him in the eye was hardly an option, “What I mean Lancelot is that…you have a heart of gold, as well as you are indeed, quite…handsome. So, I find it hard to believe when you tell me that there is nobody waiting for you.” She soon turned her attention forward now, and thankfully, the conversation had turned to Uther’s discovery, “How …. Oh he had known my supposed father, and knew he had four sons, but not five. So, he asked the Court Genealogist to have a look at my Seal of Nobility. He had it figured out by the morning after my knighting.” In all honesty, it sounded quite tragic. How unfortunate it was for Uther to have known Lancelot’s supposed father. If it had not been for that, the dark haired man would have still been a knight to this day. After all, Camelot’s knight hood not only relied on noble blood, but also a test, and from what she understood, Prince Arthur’s test was something that was hard for most to pass. He seemed genuinely surprised about her own knowledge of the codes, for after all, nomads usually knew nothing of royalty and nobles, but instead of questioning her, he went on with his story: “That is an interesting point of view for a person such as yourself to possess. Unfortunately for me, that was not Uther Pendragon’s view. Noble to one, is obviously unacceptable to another. As it turns out, at least in Uther’s Camelot it was a fool’s errand. Even after killing the Gryffon ….even that was not enough to convince the King. However, it must be said that I went after the beast, not because of what it would do for me, but because it was the right thing to do.”
A mild sigh could not help but to escape her, “Uther’s views are from the days of old. I do not believe him to ever let them go,” she murmured now as Lancelot continued to talk. Something he said though quickly caught her attention, as well as Silver’s, now. Ice blue eyes glanced over towards him, “You killed a gryffon?” While the rouge knight was strong, there was no denying that since he skillfully displayed that earlier in the day, but weapons did not penetrate a gryffon’s hide that much the girl and her horse knew. No, killing griffons, from what she heard, required magic. Surely though, he was not a magic user for he had used his own bow and arrows to kill those men. Of course though, it did not surprise her that he went after it because it was the right thing to do, after all, it sounded as if this attack had happened after he had been stripped of his knighthood. Of course, now, there was no need to talk about gryffon’s, certainly not after saying who she was. After Faerydae had finished her explanation of the men though, it seemed that it too, made sense to Lancelot, “Yes …. Milady …. I can see your point about them. They did not appear to be men who cared, or had a conscience one way or another. I am glad that I was able to intervene when I did, and I hope that you were pleased that I did as well.”
She nodded her head once in response, “I am, and I thank you for it,” the fair haired maiden responded quietly. Her mind lingered on how she had touched his hand for a second; it had been the first in a rather long time in which her hand graced human skin. Ice blue eyes lingered on her hand, and she wondered if she had been making up the feel in her head, the electric shock that seemed to be there even though there had not been any static. Strange it was and she glanced back up at him as his voice cut through her thoughts, “If addressing you in such a manner displeases you of course I will stop. I only did it because I felt that this was my knightly duty to give you the respect and honor that you are due.” Her gaze dropped quickly and it soon turned back to Silver now. Respect and honor that you are due…the words hung in mind. If he had known her past, Faerydae felt herself rather certain that he would have not said those words about her. As Lancelot now pronounced that he would call her by ‘Dae’, it was when the horses reacted to something.
It felt as if there was a heighten sense of primal awareness that hung in the air, the energy streaming off of the horses now and it very well affected her. Silver’s ears twitched as his amber eyes stared out into the trees, probably sensing things through whatever vibrations of the earth as well as the silent sounds that only he and Sher-Fore could hear. Lancelot was quick to speak up though, “Are you sure, milady, since that could be a very long time and Lancelot does not foresee when he would have you leave him, unless it was for your own safety. As long as you would wish it, whether you be queen or not, Lancelot will serve as your knight, until and unless you would send him away.” She allowed herself to think over his words for a moment but she was quick to reply, “I am sure,” for she and Silver might as well enjoy some bliss of happiness before fate decides to send them on their way, for there was no telling how long their time would actually be with the knight, “Now, I am familiar with these forests as well. Whoever might be following us, we can lose any trace of our path in that stream, and there are at least two streams beyond, further in the deep woods, and then some caves where we can take shelter.”
Silver’s ears twitched at the knight’s words, taking the directions in before he took off after the black Arabian now and staying right beside him, never falling back. During the run, Faerydae allowed herself to lean over the white horse’s great neck, allowing him he speed that he needed as he maneuvered them through the trees as dusk slowly turned into night. The trees grew thicker as the deeper they submerged themselves into the forest, and the water covered their tracks with ease and it was not too long before Silver caught sight of the camps now and finally slowed down and came to a halt outside of the cave. The sky was painted black with just the stairs and moon to keep everything alight by the time that they had gotten there. No sooner than the white horse had stopped, Faerydae slid off him, her hand running over his sides. The day had not been kind to Silver with how much hard running he had done, and his body was hot, but sweat still lathered around his legs, “You need a rest my friend,” she murmured to Silver as the others rode up, “I need to tend to my wound,” she commented now, nodding to her bloody arm. Funny how such a small scratch could bleed, “Do you think it is okay if I walk back to one of the streams?”
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