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Isolde could tell that Gwaine was a little surprised to hear that her future husband was a nomad like himself. She supposed that was one of the charms he used to attract women and now she had in some way ruined that topic for him. “Would that make you a nomad as well?” He asked her curiously and Isolde nodded her head, "Indeed I am. A little. I lived in a village in Merica where I met my future husband. Then my parents..."Isolde paused a little as she tried to compose herself, seeing as the gentleman probably did not need to hear her sad tale. "died and my fiancee and I decided to move on and travel." She ended on a happier note, for as long as she had Tristan she was happy!

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too.” Gwaine replied with a grin on his handsome face. And Isolde agreed, "Same here." It was true, it was good indeed to meet new people and forget about the difficulties of one's life.

Isolde listened as he explained that he was just passing through and thought he might try the ale. Then he gave her another compliment. "Surely, you don't mean me, Sir." She teased him, "For I am practically a married woman." It surprised her that he did not find any of the other women in the tavern attractive and instead focused his flirting on her. Which she decided to tell him, "And there are plenty of attractive women in here who would surely love the attention."

But Isolde stopped her teasing when he asked her, “And what about you? Do you live nearby?”

"Well, Tristan and I own a stall just in the market and have a house nearby. It's a lovely village and the people here are very warm and friendly." She told him, starting to sound rather animated for she loved having a stall and selling goods. Though, that being said her secret desire was to have her own forge like her father. But she was a woman and women did not own forges. Not only that but losing her father had been hard on her so much so that she could not enter any forge for that was where her father was killed.

"And what about you Gwaine? How do you make money so you can buy your ale?" Isolde asked him eagerly.

"You got a sword?" Cait asked her, clearly impressed and Isolde smiled. "Well it's not a real one, of course. Dad says I'm too young to have a real one. But its wooden and still fun to play with." She hoped that her comment did not disappoint Cait because it was not a real sword. Isolde was only 8 and a half and her mother would not allow her father to give her one at least till she was 14 years old. It bothered Isolde that her mother made this rule, but she was just happy that her mother still allowed her to help her father in the forge and have her own wooden sword. That was something at least.

Isolde smiled happily when Caitrin told her she would love to see it. "Come this way then," Isolde told her before she walked towards the house and into her room.

Her room was very small. In fact it was not really a room, rather it had a wooden screen that separated her quarters from the rest of the house. Isolde started to feel a little self conscious at the smallness of her room, for she bet that Cait's room was probably as big as her whole house!

"This is my room," Isolde pointed out lightly, before she grabbed the wooden sword that was laying on her bedside table. "And this is my sword!"

Isolde was very good at reading people. She knew when they were telling the truth and she knew when they were lying. And this girl was definitely lying when she told her, "I'm fine."

"Well, excuse me miss, but you do not look fine." Isolde informed her, growing more and more concerned the more she looked at her. She looked tired, hungry, but most all she looked scared and afraid. Isolde could tell though the girl tried her best to hide it. She could see it in her eyes and read it in her face. "In fact, you look very tired, hungry and scared." Isolde stepped closer, hoping that the girl would not run away. So she decided to walk closer to her slowly and gently to not scare her anymore than she looked.

She was about to ask the poor girl if she would like to follow her to house and offer her some food and shelter, when she heard footsteps coming closer towards them. The footsteps edged closer and then stopped before an arrow shot into the air flying towards the girl. Isolde responded quickly and pushed the girl and herself to the ground to safety, causing the arrow to narrowly miss hitting them. Thank god, Isolde thought and then she waited to hear their next move. A few seconds pasted and not hearing anything more, Isolde quickly helped the girl onto her feet and gestured her to hide behind the big oak tree. And with that, Isolde got out her bow and arrow to prepare it. Ready in case they shot at them again, or worse, come out to attack them.

“But it seems like fun other than that?” Caitrin asked, slightly cautiously, and Isolde knew that it was because the little girl probably did not do much work. For she was born in noble family and did not need to and she wondered what that would be like, not having to work hard to eat and live each day. It would be less stressful, she thought. "It is," Isolde assured her. For while it was hard work, Isolde liked being occupied and useful in knowing that she was helping her father earn they living. Not only that, but she enjoyed seeing how certain processes can change one thing into another, some metal into a sword.

Isolde watched Caitrin shrug her shoulders softly before she answered, “My nursemaid plays with me sometimes, or I make up my own games.”

"Oh," Isolde muttered, feeling sorry that she did not have many friends to play with. It must be sad, Isolde could not help think and it gave her an idea. "Would you like to see the wooden sword my father made me for my 7th birthday?" She asked her kindly, very eager to show her the sword for it was the best thing that Isolde owned and she loved playing with it. She hoped that Caitrin would say yes to go and see it and then maybe she might even agree to have a go playing with it.

Relief filled Isolde as they finally reached Elador, Merlin's old home apparently. Well that was what Merlin told her as he helped her walk towards his mother's home. She was still feeling quite poorly in the head so who knows what he had told her. It was hard to imagine that the servant of the King of Camelot came from an ordinary village, one very much like her own.

Though, Isolde still felt shocked by the revelation that the simpleton turned out to be none other than King Arthur himself and then a little angry when they had lost their cargo, she started to like them. Especially, after Arthur saved her life.

Eventually they made it to Merlin's mother, Hunith's house and Merlin helped her inside along with Tristan's help for he would not leave her side -- especially when she was hurt. Blood started to seep a little through her bandage and knowing that it would need attending to, she gently told Tristan if he would go outside and help gather some firewood for the fire. Nodding his head reluctantly, he went outside and Isolde was relieved. That way Merlin would have some privacy to attend to her wounds for she knew that Tristan's worried state would distract the poor boy. Which made her love him even more.

Isolde slowly sat down and waited for Merlin to attend to her, but before he did so she could not help but ask, "So this is where you grew up?" Her eyes filled with curiosity.

Tag: Merlin
Timeline: During The Sword in The Stone Parts 1 & 2.
Setting/Time of Day: Late afternoon, early night-time in Hunith's house in the village of Elador.

After a very stressful day selling goods from their stall in the village, Isolde and her fiancee, Tristan decided to spend the evening in their local tavern for a good, hearty meal and a few drinks.

Though they moved here not that long ago, it was beginning to feel like home. After the events that happened with her father and mother, Isolde wanted a new start. There were still times, though when something would happen and it would remind her of her parents and Isolde would become overwhelmed with a huge wave of grief. But that was understandable for Isolde was very close to her parents.

They had just finished their lovely meal of roast chicken stew when Isolde asked her fiancee if he would get her another drink for she was feeling very thirsty having finished her drink earlier. He smiled at her, before kissing her cheek and going to the bar man. It was at this moment that a young man who was sitting across from them, began looking towards Isolde with flirtatious smile spread across his face. Isolde ignored it, used to the attentions she often received from the opposite sex and knew that most men got the hint that she was not interested.

However, it appeared that this young man did not get the hint, for she looked in the corner of her eye only to see that he was approaching her.

Tag: Gwaine
Time line: Between Series 2 & 3.
Time of day/Setting: Night time. Local Tavern in one of the villages in Cenred's Kingdom. Though, it may move around .

Isolde smiled at Caitrin when she said that she hoped she found out what her name meant soon and for a few moments there was awkward silence. Until, Caitrin spoke about how fun it must be to be allowed to help her father in the forge and Isolde grinned. "Yes, I really do enjoy helping my father and watching him make swords and other weapons. Though, I'm dying to be able to do more than sharpening swords." Isolde told her enthusiastically and got a feeling that Caitrin was feeling a little envious of her life-style a little. Which Caitrin confirmed when she told her a little disappointingly, “I don’t think my father would let me help to do jobs like that.”

She did not know what to say to a comment like that, so she just said to her, "That is a pity. I love doing work." Isolde felt sorry for Caitrin now, though she had everything in her life, an huge house and money. But it seemed that money could not buy everything and Isolde began to further appreciate her life -- for while they did not have much, they were happy. Not to say that Caitrin was not happy, just that she had more responsibilities than Isolde since she was born within a noble family. Where as, Isolde was not and her life was a little more care-free.

Wow six siblings! Isolde could not hide her surprise at that. And poor Caitrin, she was the youngest of four brothers and two sisters. Though Isolde did not have any siblings, she had heard from her friends that being the youngest was not always fun for your older siblings tended to treat you like a baby even when you weren't.

Isolde responded with a shake of her head when Caitrin asked her if she had any siblings. "No I'm an only child. Though, there are times when I wished that I had a younger brother or sister to play around with. I mean I do have friends but its not the same is it?" Isolde asked Caitrin, wondering if it was better at times having siblings than friends.

“Oh, so you’re with someone after all? Where are they now? And what kind of group is it?” Robyn asked her out of curiosity and Isolde freaked out a little, before she answered the question as truthfully as she could without going in-depth with what her group did. "Well I'm travelling with my future husband and a group of merry men. W travel around place to place setting up a stall at carnivals." Isolde hated lying to this kind woman, but she had to. For, while her and her group felt they were doing the right thing, going around place to place selling goods without charging huge amount of taxes, others may not see it this way.

“Have we even introduced ourselves to you?” Robyn asked her and Isolde shook her head. Then she grabbed one of the thick, leafy branches of the fallen tree and got ready to pull it, which Isolde copied, having grabbed another branch on the other side and gripping it ready when commanded to begin lifting it . “We’re the Raven Pack, a group of dancers, jugglers, fire breathers and actors of little plays. It’d be great if you have heard of us already, but we won’t be so vain to think you should have,” she joked and Isolde laughed.

Isolde waited for the older man to issue his command and just as he begun to open his mouth, they heard someone shouting in the woods "NOW!"And with that two arrows flew into the air and hit the side of the wagon. Another arrow nearly hit one of the men but missed, thank god. Isolde and the others quickly scrambled to the floor while one of the men ordered for them to protect the wagons. Isolde felt very much worried now for she knew what the others may be thinking that she may be involved with the ambush. Which she wasn't.

Robyn’s eyes found Isolde’s and her brows furrowed. “Now what, heh?!” she asked her and Isolde thought for a moment. Before she spoke up, "Well I know you want to protect your wagons and we need to keep cover from the on-sought. We need to come up with a plan to catch them off guard and defeat them." Isolde suggested wisely. She just hoped that they would listen to her and trust that she was not apart of the men attacking them at the moment.

Luckily, the girl knew what to say next. “It’s nice to meet you Isolde.” She replied politely and Isolde responded with a somewhat awkward smile seeing as this girl was noble and had the finest clothes. "It's nice to meet you, Lady Caitrin," Isolde told the girl kindly, but she wondered why on earth she was doing in her yard -- considering she probably had a bigger garden than her house and her neighbors houses put together!

“I’ve never heard that name before, but I like it.” She declared boldly at Isolde, before looking around the yard with interest. "Thank you, Milady." Isolde was touched that the girl thought so for her name was not a common name. Her mother had heard a merchant from another kingdom calling at his daughter with the name Isolde and her mother liked it so when she was born that was what her parents decided to call her. They had no idea what it meant though and Isolde has always wanted to find out.

“You can call me Cait, everyone does.” She explained to her gently and Isolde nodded her head, "Okay Cait. You can call me Issy if you want. My friends do." Then Isolde smiled brightly at her, becoming more confident and comfortable talking with this girl. For she seemed really nice and not at all like she imagined little noble girls to be like. And this made her happy.

Isolde then saw Caitrin looking around the small yard and started to feel a little anxious. For compared with this noble girl's estate her house was tiny! “Is this all of your house?” She asked Isolde, who looked shocked at her words and was about to retort; when she noticed Cait's eyes widened, with the realization of how her words might have sounded rude. Before she quickly added, “It’s very... pretty!”

"Thank you, Cait. It's very small though." Isolde said a little awkwardly, before curiosity over-took her and she asked the little girl, "If you don't mind me asking Cait, what are you doing here in the yard?" She hoped that she did not sound rude, but she really wanted to know why a noble girl such as herself was doing in a peasant's house.