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When Arthur complimented Drake, Alegra preened as if she, herself, had received the praise. She could not be more proud of her brother, nor more supportive of him. It was almost a motherly affection, though of a different nature; if anything, he had raised her, being six years older and having become the male of house when their father had disappeared. Their mother was a parent only in the classic sense of the word, and though both of her children cared deeply for her, she had done little to raise them aside from teaching them exactly what propriety and society demanded of them - an area she was much more successful with when it came to Drake, of course. While Alegra came across as the perfect lady in public, her family knew just how incorrect a presumption that was.

"Thank you," she said gratefully, nodding her head. She nearly announced that she would tell him as much, but then thought better of it; he would surely want to know when and where she had spoken with the Prince, and Alegra considered herself intelligent enough to acknowledge that Arthur would probably prefer it if news of their little... what was it, an excursion? ... was not relayed to anyone else. She knew well from having served under him as a soldier that he had a sense of pride, a fact which came as no surprise and one he could not be faulted for. She, herself, had an issue with it, and she didn't have the opinion of a kingdom to worry about; only the people seeing her at any given time.

Her grin returned instantly when he began to joke around with her; it was good to know, then, that he had a sense of humor as well, and that he would not consider her teasing an offense. Too many people of higher statuses treated common humor like a direct offense to their character, and of course every time she'd trained, it had been a serious matter; how could she have known how he would react?

Holding Iron's reins and shifting them between her fingers, she laughed. "I should be glad, then, to be under the protection of so renowned a warrior." The statement was ironic, to say the least, but she refrained from chuckling at it. Though, then again, she supposed that in an instance where she were in some sort of danger, she would be somewhat defenseless; swordplay was her strength, her body was too small to be of any use in weaponless combat. She held the reins out to him in a gesture incredibly unlike her; Alegra was not one to submit to the will of another, especially a man. However, he was the prince, and his ego was already bruised; she could not expect him to allow her to ride in front.

Alegra's eyes narrowed slightly as she looked out over the horizon, coming up over one of the higher hills she's passed yet. The sprinkle of rain through the hair made it slightly more difficult, at first, to tell what it was she was staring at, but a sudden bout of comotion from the figure - well, figures, she now knew - made it at least somewhat clear what the situation was. It was a rider on a horse, and from what she could tell, he'd just fallen off.

Though Alegra didn't tend to involve herself in the affairs of others - much better to stick to her own life instead, she'd found - she did have a soft spot in her heart for those in relatively impossible positions. There was no one else around, and all the way out here, the person wouldn't know her, anyway. Regardless, with his horse run off like that, the poor soul had no other hope to get anywhere without her assistance, and she pitied him. As such, she redirected her horse to gallop towards him, increasing the speed - an impressive feat, indeed, when you considered how fast she had already been moving.

When she grew closer, her eyebrows rose in surprise; he had seen her, too, and was shouting for her to stop. Standing in her path, in fact! She called the horse to a stop only a few feet in front of him, looking him over to make sure that he was no threat. Starting at his shoes and moving up, she conclused that he was an ordinary citizen - until she noticed the sword. Her brows drew together for the briefest of moments. Have I not seen that sword before...? She brought her eyes up to his face and blinked in sheer shock.

"Good afternoon, Prince Arthur," she commented, unable to help but be the slightest bit amused. "Are you not slightly out of your jurisdiction?" Quickly, she dismounted, and even with damp hair and frayed hems was quite the thing to behold as she curtsied. Any ordinary woman would have been mortified to find that they had been caught riding in such a manner, but Alegra had spent too much time as a man to even have noticed. "Lady Alegra," she introduced herself boldly. "I take it you're in need of assistance? Consider yourself lucky I took the stallion instead of the old mare!"

She was, perhaps, taking unwarranted liberties with a member of the royal family, but she was not concerned. First, she had come across Arthur many times while acting as a knight and had found him to be quite sensible. Second, while she was not royalty, she was from a well-known family of nobility, so she was not entirely out of place. Third, and perhaps most importantly, they were out in the midst of nowhere and she was the one with the horse; friendly conversation, she decided, would not be too much to request.

So hi, I'm way too lazy to make/find a pretty relationship chart thing. I'm just going to do this all the direct, lame, uncolorful way - though of course, you're more than welcome to use colors if you so desire. xD

This is Alegra Silvertongue. (That's uh-leg-ruh, by the way.) She's nineteen year old and not even five feet, but what she lacks in height she makes up in temper. Alegra tends to be incredibly protective of the people she cares for, but on the other hand, there aren't very many of them. She comes from a family of nobility and has an older brother, Drake, who is twenty-five (AND I WOULD LOVE YOU IF YOU MADE HIM), and they're quite close, as well as a mother that she doesn't exactly see eye-to-eye with but loves anyway. Her father, as far as they know, is deceased. The estate went to her brother, but they all continue to live there.

She's the first female in her family line to have inherited the ability to "blink" - or disappear and reappear a few feet ahead. However, seeing as the trait was meant for men and she's smaller than the average female, it drains her, so she doesn't use it very often. Alegra is a master at swordplay, and the ability doesn't go to waste - she had frequently joined the knights under King Arthur to train/battle/whatever, but obviously disguised as a man. She hasn't been caught yet, and the only other person who knows about it would be her brother. Massive temper on this one and a bit of an ego, but she's sharp as the sword she deals with.

She needs everything. Go crazy.

It was decidedly unladylike for a young woman to go riding on a horse twice her side through the countryside unescorted. Even more so, it was improper that she was not riding side-saddle as women were generally imposed upon to do. What really took the prize, however, was that this particular young woman was of noble birth, and had simply taken the horse without alerting anyone in her household as to her whereabouts. She would be reprimanded for it later and might even regret the decision, but had she told her mother where she was taking off to, she would have insisted that someone accompany her - and what was the point of going out alone for a ride if you were not, in fact, alone?

It was here that Alegra found herself, of course. She had sense enough to wear a dress that had seen better days; her mother could not possibly notice a difference. Despite her height above the ground, the hems were already becoming slightly muddy. It was sprinkling out, now hard enough to be called actual rain but consistant enough to have softened the ground and turned the dirt to muck. Mentally, she reminded herself to give the poor horse she rode an especially long rub-over for putting up with her dragging it through such frigid, wet conditions. Alegra herself was quite cold, but the thrill of the ride - she was galloping with an expertise that those of the female kind were not known to have - had her completely oblivious to the fact, and if she couldn't actually feel the chill, she figured it made little difference.

Amusingly to Alegra, the sky seemed to be mercilessly fuming, swirling about with clouds as dark as clouds got. Of course, considering the fact that everyone unfortunate enough to be caught outside would be drenched within moments of the storm's start, it should not have been nearly as funny as it was. She, however, managed to see a great deal of irony in the situation. That morning, she had fought and fought with her mother to be allowed to remain at home while she and her brother ventured into the city, but her mother had suggested - no, insisted - that it was too beautiful a day to waste away indoors. No doubt, her mother would have a fit when they all came home in clothing that was nearly ruined, if not completely so.

Somehow, she had managed to distance herself from her company. Drake would be furious, of course, that she had left him to face the terror of their socializing mother all on his own, and her mother would lecture her about the dangers of such a "pretty young girl straying off on her own." While this was indeed a serious threat, the very thought brought a smile to Alegra's rebellious lips. She certainly looked like the perfect pray for any disgusting man with a severe lack of morals, but they would be quite in for a surprise; she was not the submissive woman that most were. And, even if she was concerned about it, that would not have changed the fact that she needed her space. Had she whiled the day away with her family, she'd have gone insane, especially once the rain began to fall and her mother began to complain.