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She couldn't help but blush slightly at the compliment. It was still unusual for her to hear them when she dressed the was she was. But she knew by the tone in his voice he wasn't doing it to be malicious. She ducked her head slightly before looking back at him rubbing the back of her neck with a smile. Some habits were hard to break it seemed. "Thanks!" She stated. "You look dashing as always." She said this with her smile still on her face but the sincerity was still there. She always thought he was good looking she would have had to be blind not to but he was a friend who didn't know she considered a brother. Tonight she had decided she wasn't going to cause to much havoc for him.

She'd heard the teasing tone in his voice and only then did she realize she asked a rhetorical question. She let out a laugh and shook her head. This was how things were supposed to be. Not chaos and mayhem but peaceful and joyous...why couldn't the others see it? By others she meant other magic users. Why couldn't they see that he was nothing like his father? But Kazira didn't dwell on it too much. "Oh you know they were charming." She stated with with a smirk. "But no its not a note." She said as she watched his reaction to her gift. Kazira wasn't blind contrary to popular belief. She was more observant that most gave her credit for especially with people she considered family and would do anything to protect them...even confront those who harmed them...without them knowing of course. But she knew he thought that she was going to prank him and she had been sorely tempted to but thought the gift was a much better idea. "Yes I did." she stated softly but a fond smile on her face. She saw the questions enter his mind when he looked at the silk cloth and her eyes dimmed a bit before returning to their previous luster.

The complete and total awe that he was showing a simple dagger was astounding. To her it wasn't nearly finished it needed to be polished and it had so many flaws. But that was what some called the "artist" eye the work was never what they expected. But the dagger wasn't really simple at least the blade wasn't... besides the regular metal she had a mixture of diamonds they were exceptionally strong and they helped reinforce the blade...It wasn't unbreakable but it would take quite a bit of damage to break it. She smiled she wasn't sure if she would tell him those little tid-bits or not. Ordinarily she would have told someone to just get on with it and say what they wanted and be done with it but Arthur seemed to be genuinely at a loss for words. When he said those words she knew immediately that he meant them. She smiled brightly. "You're welcome. I'm glad that you like it." She stated She paused and decided to tell him about the blade. "The blade is special, Arthur. I was able to mix diamonds into it to reinforce it so that it'll take a lot of damage before it breaks or gets damaged." She told him with a sheepish smile before thinking. "I have no idea how i did it but i did."

She looked at him again before stating, "I know that you had a question about the silk that is also a present but not for you but for your queen, Guinevère," she said brightly. "That silk was my mothers." She stated almost randomly but softly. "She hand wove it when i was young and gave it to me on my birthday..." She paused not sure if she should continue."The very day I am giving it to you and your queen." she finished mentally. She didn't want to state it aloud.

Kazira had watched the entired coronation from the back of the room. And to say she couldn't have happier was an understatement. Despite the teasing and the annoying moments that they had; she cared for the prince, now king. She believed he would make a good king. At least he truly cared for his people. She had stayed in the back till the end before heading out to the courtyard to check on moros. He didn't like to be in big buildings. They made his stomach turn. He was the one who had pushed her to dress decently for once. She traded her services as a mercenary for money and bought the dress that she was now wearing.

The dress was a royal blue with sheer sleeves that stopped midbicep. Areher waist and hips was a silver chain that looped around several times and jingled softly when she walked. The skirt of the dress flared out around the knees. She had bought a pair of black knee high boots and wore them for the occasion. Her hair which now only reached her mid shoulders. Her foreflocks were pulled back into a small braid. She qirked her lips. She make a bet that the new kind would abrely recognize her since she was wearing very light make-up as well.

Kazira smiled as she saw all of the smiling faces of the people. They seemed to have the same sentiments that arthur would make a great king. She trusted arthur, she probably always would. Of course his father was another story altogether she would never trust him. Uther was to closed minded. She idly wondered if the "little prince" knew she was there and wondered what he would do. She giggled at the thought. He'd probably throw a fit. She walked over to a group of people and began talking to them about the ceremony.

As she was conversing with the group she realized a few of them were ones she had met during the ceremony. They were talking about how beautiful their new queen was and how well matched the two of them were. Kazira heard the voice behind her and recognized the serious tone ducked down slightly like a kid in trouble causing some of the people to smile and laugh. The ones that knew her before knew exactly what she had done before she had come back and knew she treated the king like a brother. Kazira straightened and turned with a smile on her face. The people around her bowed. "Arthur!" Some gaped at her for her lack of titles and lack of etiquette. Moros heard the exclamation and just shook his head. Kazira will be kazira no matter what or wo is around her. "Congradulations are in order are they not?" She beemed at him and clasped her hands behind her back and rocked back to her heels. She snapped her fingers in rememberance, "oh! I have something for you!" She reached down to her boot and pulled out a thin box that was wrapped inred silk with gold thred designs running through it. "Here." She held it out to him almost hesitantly. She didn't know he he was going to react to the gift. It took her what felt like forever to make. It was a small dagger with the pendragron crest carved into the hilt. It was made ti be concealed or be decorative whatever he decided to do with it. " I hope that you like it." She smiled up at him.

Moros looked at his friend in confusion. Why was she giving him the silk her mother made her for her birthday? Speaking of birthdays ...moros looked at her but didn't say anything...he wanted to see what she was going to say or do...since she also changed today...

Kazira waited as he processed what she had said. She wondered what he was thinking about. She took the time to think about what was going on with her. This whole situation was not something that she was used to. What was she doing? Why was she falling for a guy that she didn't really know? Kazira couldn't really answer those questions.

She looked at him in question when he said thank you. but the question moved into mirth at his sarcastic remark. That was so like him. At least what she knows about him. But she poked him in the chest. "Now, now, my assassin no need to be sarcastic. It was just some advice. Take it or leave it." She stated easily.

"Who said that I wasn't?" she asked cheekily. "But I don't go around killing people for fun but it is part of my job description" She finished. She couldn't believe how caught up she was thinking about the past and what uther did. Kazira buried her face into the crook of his neck for comfort. "Just thinking about something painful." She whimpered. She hated feeling this vulnerable but she was comfortable with him. For some odd reason or another. " I was thinking about my family."

She leaned back slightly at his outburst. She challenged everything he knew? He seemed so confused and frustrated. Well Eamonn wasn't the only one. Kazira was just as confused about everything as he was. But she knew he needed to get everything out or at least attempt to. She reached up and brushed his bangs away from his face.

"I'm sorry." She whispered with a weak smile. "I'm so, so, sorry. I didn't mean to question everything. I'm just so confused about this. I've never been in this situation before... I...I don't know how to say this..." She said meaning every word. She really did feel sorry.

She looked into his eyes and felt like melting at the intensity of the emotion behind them. She took a deep breathe to calm her racing heart and smiled. "You want to know a secret?"

Kazira nodded and looked at him with a little smirk. she liked Lancelot. He wasn't like the others around this place. That was a good thing. he was definitely a knight. "If it were a perfect world then we would all be lost," she stated. "I agree that we have to make do with what we have but I guess i am an idealist in a way." Kazira looked up at the sky, "in thinking the way i do but its something to look forward to, no?" Kazira looked back to him and beamed, before rubbing the back of her neck in a nervous way not sure how he would respond.

Yes, she had caught the remark he'd made but it hadn't bothered her in the least. She did have a big mouth and that wasn't going to change. She didn't want it to. people knew her to be opinionated and forceful about those opinions if she just suddenly quite talking about them and voicing them. People would start to worry. A fond smile made its way onto her lips as he brought up how lucky she was to have her adoptive father. "That I am," She started. "I was very lucky to have stumbled upon him when i did."

She nodded her head in acceptance to his bow. She listened to him speak about practicing what she preached and held her tongue. She wanted to tell him that she did but that would blow everything. Kazira liked to do things from the background. She didn't want the person's thanks. She did it because she wanted to and she didn't want the recognition that came with acting like a knight. It made her feel uncomfortable. Kazira thought to Lidia at the Black Boar Inn. But what drew her out of her musing was the question about her parents. That question made her tense up and bristle slightly. Whenever she talked about her parent she was a mix-up of emotions that she didn't even want to begin to name at that moment.

"Yes..." She started somewhat hesitantly. "Lord Astras adopted me. My parents...They were...killed the summer I turned 15, along with my little sister."

Kazira bit back the burning sensation behind her eyes. It wasn't tears that were burning them it was her magic going haywire because she was repressing emotions again. she took a deep breathe and calmed herself pushing back the urge to set something aflame to release the tension that had built up. now wasn't the time to get lost in bad memories. "I am a mercenary, among other things." Kazira stated point blank. "I don't consider myself something that i am not." The last part was a fact not a statement. Kazira didn't consider herself to be anything that she didn't already think about herself. Kazira tapped her chin in thought, " Several years, you did ask how long I've been a mercenary correct. I've been doing it as long as i can remember. My parents taught me what they knew and as we traveled the friends they had gathered taught me what they knew as well. Of course what i did my parents had no idea about but at the time i was fine with that."

"Assassins are humans despite what others think. I believe that they do have humanity in them. They have the choice to take jobs killing children and women and some do and some don't. Like any profession they have a choice in how they use their skills." Kazira was grasping for straws by this point because she hadn't met very many assassins...Unless you counted the one's her past employers sent after her to get their money back. That wasn't pretty she spent several weeks healing after the last one. She had been skilled. "The prince could use some men like that i would agree but they are few and far in between." She stated with a shrug. "Yeah i would like to meet the perfect knight but what woman doesn't dream of the perfect man? It is the imperfect one that catches our eye no matter their profession." she stated with a laugh. She looked around at the other attendees and glared at them when they glared her clothing. This was getting irritating! Why couldn't they just get over the fact that she was a woman wearing pants and be done with the whole idea.

"I do understand what you are saying about you being worthy and not judging you but," she paused as she maneuvered around Moros who decided to try and play with a few kids that ran past them. "But I am just stating what I see. Whether or not the other is worthy is something i can not determine without seeing him. And it has yet to be seen since i have yet to see him. As for Uther. I think that he is just afraid of the unknown." she paused and left out a dry laugh. "which is ridiculous because you shouldn't be afraid of something you don't know. What if his own family somehow had magic in them? Would he have them killed? what then?" She growled, but soon calmed down and finished with, "That was out of line."

She smiled at him. "You consider me a friend?" she giggled. "Then would you accept some friendly advice?"

Kazira heard what he had said and acknowledged it but she didn't want to make any unnecessary comments that would have him lash out at her. She did just gain a friend after all. Plus she wanted to focus on the positive part of the underlying threat. Friendship.She snickered. "You would be quite surprised at how often i am embarrassed. It quite an easy thing to do after all."

As she was behind the tent she couldn't help but groan. How did she do these things to herself. Kazira couldn't believe that she had resorted to asking Lancelot for help in lacing her up. well...at least finish lacing her up she had it half way done but she couldn't reach the ties after she dropped them. she turned and glared at Moros. "Why couldn't you have thumbs?!" She hissed at him. Moros only shrugged. It wasn't the first time that she had gotten herself into such a mess. She could handle the consequences.

Kazira sighed. "Do you think that you could finish tyeing this for me?" She asked pointing to-wards the half finished lacing. Kazira decided that after this moment the blush on her face was going to be firmly painted onto her face and it will never leave if she was in his presence.

The cool night air made the evening as peaceful as one night such as this could be. Passing through towns was something that Kazira had used to enjoy but at the moment. She wanted nothing to do with them. Moros trotted beside her ears laid back as he wondered how he could bring his friend and pack mate out of the current mood that she was sporting. If he could Moros would be the one apologizing to all of the people that Kazira glared and snarled at. He could swear that being away from people was making her as feral as he was.

“Kazira calm down.”
“Calm down he says. Look at the dog telling me to calm down. I am calm!” Kazira ranted not looking at her friend knowing that if she did her current mood would be forgotten when he gave her the dreaded puppy eyes. She growled when another vendor tried to sell her a cheap looking necklace. She may be a woman but she wasn’t stupid! She clenched her hands and made her way to the local tavern not bothering to say an excuse as she walked right through a group of men in front. She plopped onto the chair at “her” table as she claimed it since she arrived a few weeks ago. Lidia the tavern owner along with her husband allowed her to stay for free in one of the spare rooms as long as she helped around the place keeping the drunks in their place. Seeing as there was a small festival coming up. She could really remember what it was. A tankard of mead and a place of food were placed in front of her. Kazira blinked and saw Lidia’s smiling face. Lidia gestured for her to eat before continuing to serve the other patrons.

Moros watched as Kazira shook her head with a small smile. Well if he couldn’t bring her out that human Lidia could. She treated Kazira like a daughter despite Kazira’s poor dispossession most times. Moros felt a hand scratching behind his ears and wagged his tail. The thumping noise of his tail caused the owner to giggle and pull away her hand. Kazira laughed at her companion’s happy expression. “Thank you my friend. I am sorry I was so foul earlier.”

“What had gotten you in such a mood?”
“That tyrant of an employer; that’s what!” She growled pounding her fist into the table. “He won’t pay me until I kill the stupid assassin that is presumably after his life and fortune!” She shoved a piece of bread into her mouth before she continued talking (after she swallowed). “Fortune? What fortune? All he owns is a pile of rubble that happens to be worth some money! Ugh and he won’t even tell me the name of the so called killer! So how am I to know if I am doing in the right person or not! I will not take an innocent life if I can help it.” Kazira tore into her steak like an animal starved. Being as skinny as she was any on looker would think that she was. But Moros knew better Kazira had tone muscles and just enough fat to flush out her curves in a flattering way.
“Kazira slow down or you’ll choke!” Dan yelled from the other side of the tavern. Dan was Lidia’s husband. Kazira waved her hand dismissively but slowed down. Kazira flinched when she felt a hand on her shoulder and didn’t resist the growl that tore from her throat. It actually surprised her at how good she was getting at that. Should she be worried? Moros even blinked in shock at her. That one sounded like an angry dog. She really had been spending too much time away from humans.
“What do you want?” She demanded not turning around to face the person as she clenched the knife in her hand. Her muscles were still tense and she was ready to pounce at a moment’s notice should the mysterious person do something she didn’t like.

Kazira looked at Arthur with concern lining her eyes. He looked as if he was about to fall over any minute. But she had a smile on her face at the sarcastic remark he aimed at her. "Oh little prince you should believe it. Cause if i didn't like you i would have killed you when you were completely unaware. Should my intentions have been of that nature." She chirped as if she was talking about the weather instead of taking someones life. "Besides you are to fun to rile up. you have the cutest expressions." She laughed jovially. Not caring if he thought that she was joking or even just teasing (which she was but she also meant it). She looked around his room again. It was rather bear but it fit him. She shrugged.

Kazira laughed again at his glare. He wasn't that intimidating with his head all cloudy from the drug. "You know when you look a bit loony the glare doesn't have much of an effect." She stated as he took the shirt from her out stretched hand. Kazira couldn't help but roll her eyes as he turned from her. Really? He was being shy now? After spending that much time bickering with her without the shirt on? "Such a modest Prince." she mumbled as she listened intently to his answer. And shook her head the first part she knew was coming but the second she bit her lip from laughing out loud. "Right. Like you could get me into either." She stated with an amused snort."Its really cute how you think that; that would even happen."She rolled her eyes. That man was either extremely or naive or he had an incredible sense of humor.

"No i see nothing wrong with being in your chamber by accident. You're the one keeping me here." She stated," besides. My adopted father, Lord Astras, was a Knight. I thought Cole told you all of this the last time I was here??" She stated with a raised brow...not that he could really see it but it was a reflex! She knew for a fact that Cole told him!He had said so when she saw him those months ago! Man she thought the prince was dense before but this was just taking the prize! She didn't say this aloud not out of fear for what he would do but for the fact that she might just start laughing again."Look little prince i was just making an observation. What you do with it is your own business. But you might as well hit the person who missed the spot over the head or you could maybe....polish it yourself?" She muttered the last part with a small snort following. Yeah right the little prince? polishing his own armor? That's rich...Oh wait...he was...dang. Well that thought was uncalled for. She had no idea where it even came from! it was the most random thing that she's thought of since she's been in this room. "Oh my gosh stupid is contagious!" She whispered to herself in shock. She needed to get out of that room before it corrupted her!

"No i will not stop moving yet I'm looking for a map. If you will provide me with one or at least point in the general direction that would be helpful." She muttered leaning against his table. She had moved from her spot to find a map. She wasn't familiar with the area they had been in. That was probably because she was on the boarder of Cenred's kingdom. But that was a long shot. "Before I arrived in Camelot, the day you took me to meet Cole, I had an...encounter with slave traders. they were using an two overlapping diamonds with the word Daor. I've been trying to see where they were headed but no one has seen them and that is disconcerting." She looked at him frustrated tears forming in her eyes. "People like them don't just disappear without leaving some sort of trail." She looked away and sighed. "I dint want them coming here. Camelot has already gone through so much and the people here dint deserve to have family members disappearing." Her voice trembled in concern but she tried to reign it in. Despite what people thought she really did care about the people of Camelot just not the king; him she couldn't give a monkey's butt about. She didn't look up but she clenched her hands digging her nails into the table the tips and her knuckles turning white. she needed to find them. She looked up at Arthur wondering what he was going to saw and had to hold back a laugh because she was looking at his face. He wasn't going to realize what was going on until he looked in a mirror. That was going to be hilarious.

She looked at him and smiled softly leaning into his touch. He called her mad and maybe that was true. Others had called her just the same but for other reasons obviously. "Maybe i am as you say...mad?" She she her head a little before continuing. "I feel drawn like a moth to a flame," she paused. "I just want to. I just want to know you as you are." She finished finally. She was curious about him that much was for certain. She knew he was a killer, so was she (albeit a picky one.) He could probably slit her throat in that very moment but something in her knew that he wouldn't. She covered his larger hand with her smaller one and marveled at how strong they felt. They reminded her of home.

She felt a giggle bubble from her chest and a smile broke over her face when she heard him change the subject. "Don't think that i didn't notice that change my dear shadow." She stated happily. She idly wondered why he didn't accept her challenge but didn't dwell on it. "Just follow the road out passed to city into the woods," She pointed. "My camp is in a small meadow." She paused. "You'll know where it is once we enter the forest. " She stated off handedly. She blinked and tilted her head. The way she said it made it sound like there was something substantially different about her campsite. Well there was since there was a dog that was almost the size of a horse in her camp but it was just a small meadow of flowers nothing to spectacular it was off the road and far enough away from the city that her powers didn't draw to much attention when she practiced with them.

Ugh! That man! If she was that much of a nuisance then she would have left him soon after then escaped the home! All he had to do was just say so and she would have been on her way but nooo he had her believe that...She shook her head and wrapped her arms around herself. Walking away from him though seemed to be the hardest thing that she was doing. He heart was hoping that he hadn't meant a single word of what he said but her mind was saying that he did. She winced as she felt that ground under her feet, this would have been more dramatic if her feet weren't injured and she still had her boots (of which she still might not get back!)

Her hair and clothing was soaked and the ground was turning muddy. It was a slight reprieve from the hard ground but it would be a pain to walk in when she got back to camp. Moros would undoubtedly be worried about her and then start sniffing around to hunt her--Shadow down and maim him a little for protection purposes. She sniffed. If she had control this wouldn't be happening now. She roughly wiped her renewed tears off her cheeks. This had started out as such a great night.

She let out a gasp when she felt a hand spin her around. Her eyes focused on the drenched man before her.“My name is Éamonn”, he whispered, and then bent down to kiss her. Her eyes widened slightly when she heard what he said. He had told her his name. She felt his lips on hers and almost hesitantly kissed him back her hands resting against his soaked clothing. She felt as if she was dreaming and he was going to say that this was just a joke. She didn't understand how this man, Éamonn, could make her feel this way. Her hands moved to rest against his cheeks; her thumbs moving back and forth in a soothing motion as she pulled back unsure of what to say or do. She could still feel the tears from earlier falling but she tried to ignore them.

It felt like eternity before she opened her mouth and found her self asking a simple question. "Why?" Her brow furrowed in confusion. Didnt he just say that he didnt want to deal with her? "I dont understand." She had never felt so confused as she did at that moment