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Post by Rowan d'Auber on Feb 6, 2013 15:15:36 GMT -5
Rowan d'Auber, or rather Lady Rowan d'Auber as she should be addressed in public, definitely wasn't supposed to be in the city. She certainly wasn't supposed to be in the city on her own without one of her brothers to chaperone her. She was supposed to be in bed with a fever. Ciaran knew that she wasn't of course, he'd been the one to tell Iwan and Kay (well, more Iwan seeing as Kay didn't particularly care) that Rowan was ill and therefore not able to meet Lord Whoever from Such a Place but that she was of course so disappointed that she couldn't. She had thought that after their father had stopped trying to marry her off to the first noble that took an interest (and then the second and the third) and failed miserable she was off the hook. Apparently she wasn't. After their father had died Iwan had taken it upon himself to be responsible for them all (despite not being the oldest but Kay was hardly up to the task), something which had never felt quite right to Rowan. Out of the four of them Iwan was the one who she thought had always had the worst relationship with their father and yet he was the only one who was insistent on carrying on his work. She would be more worried about him, if he'd leave her alone and let her do what she pleased. As it happened she was far too concerned about her own suffering and irritation to wonder why Iwan behaved the way he did.
Anyway. She was too pleased with herself for sneaking off to worry about that. Although she knew the city better than any other place in the world and she wasn't expecting anything tremendously exciting to happen (although she sort of was) she still had that thrill of doing what she was supposed to, of breaking the rules and knowing that if Iwan found out he would go absolutely insane. Iwan didn't understand the concept of rule breaking. Much to her and Ciaran's disappointment they'd never got so much as a feigned headache or lying about breaking something. A grin formed on her lips, followed by a laugh, as she imagined Iwan's face if he knew what she was up to. Well, she was out now, enjoying both the sunshine and her freedom and for the moment there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.
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Post by Rowan d'Auber on Jan 31, 2013 10:54:31 GMT -5
 Rowan couldn't help but laugh at Caitrin's words, perhaps a little too loudly as she was quickly shot a look by some boring woman sat near her. Well, she looked boring so that was enough for Rowan. Honestly, she had only been laughing. She resisted the urge to pull a face at the woman, or to laugh even louder, but composed herself with such swiftness even Iwan would be proud. She also resisted the urge to have an internal rant about how rude the woman was being and how she was clearly trying to prevent anyone from enjoying themselves. Luckily for the woman in question, Rowan was too busy talking to Caitrin to cause a scene. "Oh I disagree," she began, a grin, "Men should be humiliated at every opportunity." Of this, she had far too much experience than she should, but her father had insisted on finding her the most unlikable and unattractive men in Camelot to try their luck with her hand. Fortunately, Rowan and her brother Ciaran had seen to it that no one would want to marry her. Her face fell slightly, her father or her near betrothals were not things she thought about happily. None of Ector d'Auber's children had felt any great love for him, except maybe Iwan, but Rowan was convinced that was more out of a sense of duty than anything else.
After a moment or two, she pushed such thoughts aside. This was not a time to start trying to understand her brother's emotions or relationship with their late father. This was a time to enjoy herself, without anyone telling her to behave or to tone down her excitement (except that woman of course but Rowan had already forgotten about her). She was here to enjoy the tournament...and possible to enjoy some other things, if such things happened to be there for her enjoyment of course. She leant forward, trying to get a better look at the competitor's face. There must be one of them who could be described as handsome and she was determined to find him. "So...now that we have decided upon the competitor's talents with a bow...what do you think of some of their other talents?" She turned her head to see Caitrin's face. Some noblewomen would be shocked at such a question or pretend they hadn't heard or chastised Rowan for thinking such things, but Rowan had a feeling Caitrin was not one of those women. She looked like a woman who could appreciate a good-looking man. |
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Post by Rowan d'Auber on Dec 20, 2012 19:35:56 GMT -5
Anyone who knew Rowan would know her fondness for dancing. She had what Iwan referred to as a rather annoying habit of dancing around the house whenever a good mood found her, which, for someone with her optimism was often quite a lot of the time. She was by no means the most graceful or most talented dancers at court, but she was certainly among the most enthusiastic. And yet, despite the temptation (and the demand he played something she could dance to), Rowan stayed still. There were very few times when her actions were caused by a desire to impress, or were related to someone else in any form – in fact she could count every occasion on one hand. But for some reason she didn’t want to dance for Dristan no matter how well he was playing. She was attempting to be cool and aloof – attempting being the operative word.
She tilted her head and tried to keep a straight face but there was a hint of a smile. “I will not.” She declared and then folded her arms across her chest as if to put an end to the conversation. Not only was she an enthusiastic dancer (apart from at the moment, of course) but she was one of the most stubborn women in Camelot. She wouldn’t be dancing for Dristan no matter what he said or what he played. She had decided. If he was that determined to see her dance he could find her whenever there was a feast in the castle.
Rowan was fairly certain Dristan knew exactly what she meant, regardless of how long he’d been in the kingdom. The whole of Albion probably knew about Caitrin de Archer’s reputation. She blushed a little at Dristan’s request. Enlightening him would involve talking about...certain things. Certain things that should definitely not be discussed in the presence of a man, especially a man who was for all intents and purposes a complete stranger. No doubt Dristan would be surprised to find her quite so prudish, people often did, but in actual fact she wasn’t prudish at all, or rather not in certain company she wasn’t. If it was Ciaran then she’d have no qualms about discussing such things, but Dristan was different. She was trying to behave like a lady. “I am sure you can imagine.” She replied, shifting slightly, “And if you cannot you shouldn’t be told.” |
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Post by Rowan d'Auber on Sept 27, 2012 11:30:00 GMT -5
Rowan was a rather competitive sort even when she wasn’t competing herself, she would always end up singling someone out and deciding they should win, and then investing all her energies in their progress. Today was certainly no exception; in fact, her competitive streak would no doubt be on top form today as there was also the sense of national pride. Normally she would favour the most handsome competitor, but today she would favour any Camelotian (although the most handsome man would still probably get her full attention, regardless of where he was from, she just wouldn’t be cheering for him if he were a foreigner). It was a rather shallow take, something which she was aware of, but it was a system that had suited her just fine.
She nodded at Caitrin’s question – perhaps a little too enthusiastically, but she was never one to reign in her excitement. “Of course.” She replied simply, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. Well, it wasn’t, wasn’t it? Who else would she be cheering for? Her first thought was to ask Caitrin the same thing, before she realised that would probably be a stupid question. Although she couldn’t place the woman’s accent exactly she was certainly not from Camelot. So, instead of asking a rather obvious question, she rephrased it. “And you? Who will you be cheering for?”
It was obvious from Caitrin’s tone and expressions that what she thought was “proper” and what her father thought were completely different things. It was something she knew all too well herself. Her own father had never approved of her learning archery; he’d been far too interested in having her married off. Luckily, her mother had been more liberal. She bit her lip slightly, trying to stop herself from thinking about her parents so much. Usually she didn’t care if the whole kingdom knew exactly when she was happy, or sad, or angry, but her parents were different. Her emotions were private and not something she wanted to dwell on at present.
Fortunately, the men practicing was enough of a distraction, especially as they were not particularly impressive. Or at least Rowan didn’t think so, and she liked to think she knew a thing or two about archery. “Indeed we would.” She agreed, the grin returning to her face. “How horribly embarrassing it would be for them...which would make it all the more fun.”
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Post by Rowan d'Auber on Sept 13, 2012 10:38:00 GMT -5
Rowan should probably have knocked before walking - or rather storming - into the room but she have knocked when it was just Iwan's room and she was finding it an annoying habit to have to pick up. However, in her current state she would have burst in anyway, regardless of whether she usually knocked or not because quite frankly she was annoyed. And she wanted everyone to know about it. She stopped soon after entering the room, almost still in the doorway, arms folded tightly against her chest and a very unimpressed expression on her face. No doubt Iwan would say something about her just barging in, but she didn't care. She was going to remain exactly where she stood until someone told her what on earth was going on.
"Rowan!" Iwan had jumped slightly at her sudden entrance and was now looking at her with a mixture of surprise and irritation. As far as he was aware, she had no idea that Dristan was outside and so he was determined to keep it that way. "What are you doing still awake? And you can't just walk in here whenever you please."
What was she doing awake? She thought it was perfectly obvious what she was doing awake. Someone was making it rather difficult for her to sleep, and, what was worse, said someone wasn't doing so intentionally. Unfortunately, she couldn't voice such an opinion in front of Iwan. If she did, he'd probably march her straight out of the room and give her a lecture about the evils of young men. Just because he would never stand outside someone's window in the middle of the night didn't mean those that did should be thought of as amoral and ungentlemanly - not that she was defending Dristan, she just hadn't started her internal rant about his actions yet.
She was probably going to have to be more subtle about it - which was not one of her strengths, and she was going to have to hide her annoyance, something else she wasn't particularly good at. "I...I heard a strange noise," she began, loosening her arms slightly. "And then your voice." She narrowed her eyes at her brother, "Is there something going on?" Of course there was something going on - they could all still hear that damned lute because obviously that would help the situation - but she wanted to hear it from Iwan so she could be annoyed without his lecturing and judgement. |
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Post by Rowan d'Auber on Sept 11, 2012 14:01:53 GMT -5
Rowan was annoyed. It was one of those nights where she simply couldn't sleep. The more she tried, the more annoyed she became and then she couldn't sleep at all. She must have been lying here for hours...just lying there...eyes closed and nothing happening. After deciding she wasn't comfortable, she'd ended up moving every five minutes because nothing was comfortable. How she envied everyone else right now - Ciaran, Kay, Iwan, Roslyn...they were all blissfully unconscious. What was she doing? Shifting. And she was going to be tired tomorrow, and Iwan was going to comment which would obviously be the most helpful thing he could do. Urgh. It was utterly ridiculous that she should still be awake.
She let out a frustrated sigh before sitting up. She just needed to do something to wear herself out. As she climbed out of bed she heard a strange thudding noise before...was that music...? For a second she thought it was Dristan, and her mind began to race. He'd come to serenade her outside her window. How romantic! But as quickly as the thought entered her mind it ran away again. The music was too far away to be outside her window. So someone else was being serenaded. Well. This wasn't improving her mood at all. Feeling more than a little put out, she made her way over to her window to see what was going on.
As she peered into the darkness she could just about see a figure, who, judging from this distance between them and her must have been outside Iwan's window. Who the hell would want to play music outside Iwan's window? The only reason she could think of was someone trying to attract Roslyn's attention...well...this could be getting more interesting. Iwan could do with a scandal, finally he'd have something interesting about him. She probably shouldn't be smirking quite so much as she stepped out onto the balcony but this was the most exciting thing to happen for weeks. Roslyn had a secret admirer! Rowan had just known she couldn't really be as boring as she acted.
Wait...that was Dristan. Her face fell and all rationality hastily left. What was he doing outside their window? Right then. He was going to regret that, albeit it not for long. Of course, it never crossed her mind that maybe her first thought was correct and Dristan had, in fact, been looking for her. As far as she was aware he'd never been to her home before, so it was possible he'd ended up outside the wrong window. But Rowan had never been one to assess a situation properly, especially when her emotions were getting involved. So instead of making her presence known and asking Dristan what on earth was going she left the balcony, left her room and stormed into Iwan and Roslyn's... |
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Post by Rowan d'Auber on Sept 7, 2012 7:23:09 GMT -5
Rowan thought he looked rather dashing with the chain around his neck, well, slightly dashing. Or perhaps not very dashing at all, but he wasn’t going to tell him that. She was going to let him think it suited him quite well, and hope that saying so would make it so. She inclined her head as he bowed – grinning at the way he did it and deciding she quite liked him so he should stay around for longer than one song to pay her back. “How dashing you now look, my lord.” She teased before sitting back down on the grass and making herself more comfortable for her song.
“Hmm,” she pressed her lips together and tapped her fingers against the ground. This was an important decision. Tilting her head slightly appeared to help her come to a decision. “Play me something I can dance to.” She told him in what some people might have thought was a demanding tone, but those people would be complete strangers to Rowan. Her demands were made of sterner stuff than a slightly tilted head. With an expectant expression on her face, she stood up and smoothed down her dress. “I warn you, I’m not easily impressed.” It was, of course, a lie. Rowan d’Auber was probably the most easily impressed woman in all of Albion but he didn’t know that. And anyway, she wanted something good, not something he played for any random young woman he happened to meet.
She was sure Caitrin had never mentioned Dristan before...maybe she didn’t like him. Not that that was important at the moment, but she would be sure to question her friend about him later. As his cousin she was bound to know plenty about him. The only problem would be Rowan’s complete lack of subtlety, so no doubt Caitrin would know exactly what would have started this sudden interest. Anyway. What her friend would think was hardly important now, especially as Dristan was grinning again and really, people (well, attractive men) should stop grinning at her because it really was very distracting...
He didn’t know what she meant? He was Caitrin’s cousin yet apparently ignorant to what “de Archer funny business” was. Everyone knew Caitrin’s reputation and didn’t she live with her uncle? Rowan was sure she’d mentioned that so most likely Dristan lived with her (unless Lord Rouland was uncle to both of them but whatever). He should know better than most what Rowan meant...unless he was pretending to not know. She narrowed her eyes at him. In her experience people – well, her and Ciaran – only made expressions similar to the one Dristan was currently wearing when they certainly weren’t innocent at all. “Of course you are.” She looked down at him with a raised eyebrow, hands on her hips. “Just as you are “quite at a loss” as to your cousin’s reputation...?” |
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Post by Rowan d'Auber on Sept 5, 2012 17:52:00 GMT -5
Although Rowan wasn’t naïve enough to think that Gwaine’s words were completely for her and she was the only woman to catch his eye, she also wasn’t experienced enough to remain unaffected. She was stuck between giggling and blushing like a fool or being aloof and mysterious, only neither of them was really working so actually, she was probably acting like a fool rather well. It would really help if he stopped grinning at her, it was terribly distracting. She pressed her lips together – it seemed to help Iwan when he was trying to refocus so hopefully it would have the desired effect on her.
“I see.” she replied, feeling slightly more confident now. She matched his grin, very much hoping that her cheeks had returned to their usual colour otherwise the effect she was going for would be somewhat ruined. “Well I hope it was not too distracting.”
She could have conversed at length with him about different types of fighting, the advantages of different weaponry (the result of only brothers) and of course boasted about her talent with a bow but it seemed Gwaine was in no mood to discuss such things when there were obviously more important things, such as whether or not she was alone. Technically, she wasn’t but she had absolutely no idea where Ciaran had wandered off to. He was probably doing the exact same thing as Gwaine was – flirting with some random woman to pass the time. If she was still alone she would be annoyed with him, but as she was fairly sure Gwaine wouldn’t have approached if he’d thought she was in male company she couldn’t be too annoyed at her abandonment. “My brother has abandoned me.” She replied with an exaggerated sigh. “My other brother is part of the tournament.” She replied with a grin, no doubt Gwaine knew Iwan – they were both knights after all. |
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Post by Rowan d'Auber on Aug 27, 2012 12:16:09 GMT -5
Just because the man was using a mocking tone didn't mean that Rowan was going to take him any less seriously. Her daisy chains were rather impressive after all, so why wouldn't he want one? She narrowed her eyes slightly and pressed her lips together as she thought. Her head tilted slightly as she looked him up and down. She could think of several things to say but unfortunately she wasn't quite so sophisticated to get away with such thoughts. She was getting better at talking to men though, especially those with rather distracting faces. No doubt if Iwan was here he'd be ushering her away while giving the man several stern looks, but he wasn't there, which meant Rowan had the freedom to behave however she wished, and say whatever she wished...well...within reason.
She pushed herself onto her knees, still looking up at him, and put her hands on her hips. Hmm. "Well...you do have a lute and I do approve of music." She grinned at him before taking one of the daisy chains from around her neck and leaning up slightly to put it over his. "And now you owe me a song." She declared, rather pleased with herself and how the conversation was progressing.
He was a de Archer? Well that explained a lot. Rowan knew Caitrin de Archer rather well, perhaps her reputation was one shared by the whole family...not that she was thinking about that. She could feel her cheeks becoming warmer, oh brilliant. She cleared her throat, trying to push such thoughts out of her mind and behave like a proper lady. "de Archer?" She repeated, trying to look relaxed and nonchalant. "Are you a relation of Lady Caitrin? I am Lady Rowan d'Auber, my brother is a knight...so no...de Archer funny business." |
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Post by Rowan d'Auber on Aug 22, 2012 7:34:22 GMT -5
Rowan was rather pleased with herself. Usually she got far too bored to finish anything, but now she was rather determined to make as many daisy chains as possible and cover herself in them. After putting the second chain around her neck she stopped for a moment, leant back slightly and looked up at the sky. It was so warm. If she had the energy she would go down the lake and find a secluded spot for a swim, but as it happened she was too comfortable on the grass. She supposed she should do this more often. Normally she was far too busy running around or annoying Kay and Iwan or doing something, and she liked doing things, but she never really relaxed. And at the moment the sun and the daisies were keeping her quite content.
The sound of music caught her attention. She shuffled forward in an attempt to see who was making the noise. Hopefully it would be someone interesting, she couldn’t abide boring people. She couldn’t even sit there politely and pretend that she was interested in whatever they were saying. Small talk wasn’t one of her strong points, neither was subtlety. Her lack of subtlety was probably why she was now half shuffling half crawling to see who the source of the music was, and then having to scurry backwards when she saw it was a man, a rather young nice looking man.
She sat just the way she had been, legs outstretched slightly and started working on a new daisy chain, trying to give the impression that she was completely absorbed in such a task – why, she hadn’t even noticed there was a rather nice lute playing young man. What a surprise! Well, it would be a surprise if Rowan could master the fine art of subtlety. It really was something she needed to work on. She looked up as he approached, doing her best to look nonchalant. “Did you want some for yourself, my lord?” She asked with an eyebrow slightly raised, well, at least her openings were getting better. |
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Post by Rowan d'Auber on Aug 21, 2012 19:02:55 GMT -5
Contrary to popular belief, Rowan d’Auber was actually capable of doing things by herself. No doubt her elder brothers would argue against this, at which point she would attack them with whatever was at hand and prove that she very much could do things on her own. Ever since Arthur had been restored to the throne Iwan had been more paranoid than ever about letting her anywhere without a chaperone. She had tried to argue that should Camelot be taken over again, one chaperone wasn’t going to make much difference. The only thing that managed to prevent him from standing outside her room all day every day to make sure she didn’t do anything “reckless” was his new found role as a father– something which still amazed her to no end. How Iwan had managed to find himself a wife was a mystery she would never understand. Perhaps a mystery only bettered by how exactly said wife had become with child. Iwan wasn’t exactly...forthcoming in his affections...
Anyway. The whole point of Rowan’s walk in the castle’s gardens was to not have to worry about Iwan, or anything really. She could just enjoy the fine weather and the peace. Normally she was the last person to be enjoyed peace and quiet, but after Morgana’s...somewhat tempestuous reign, even Rowan was welcoming the calm. Finding a more secluded spot, she sat down and immediately went to work on making a daisy chain. Yes, she was a fully grown woman, and yes, she should probably be out looking for a husband but what did she care? Daisy chains were much better than husbands – no less fiddly though. It was a good thing she didn’t bite her nails, otherwise this would be hopeless. She bit her lip in concentration, holding the stem between her fingers and close to her face because this was Important Business. Ah ha, that was one stem sorted. She smiled to herself as she threaded the stem of the other daisy through the hole she’d just made with her nail. Well, this was coming along quite nicely...
After about twenty minutes she was still sat on the floor and still threading stems through holes, only now she had a daisy necklace and matching headdress. She decided she needed something for her ankle – with no one else about she’d taken her boots off and was flashing a dangerous amount of flesh, her whole foot was on display. It was a good thing there weren’t any young nobles about; otherwise she might have had to accidentally show a little more...
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Post by Rowan d'Auber on Aug 13, 2012 10:18:42 GMT -5
Rowan noticed the little exchange of looks between Caitrin and the man. Personally, she didn’t think he was that great, but if the rumours were to be believed then her companion wasn’t that fussy. She tried to keep herself from giggling by pressing her lips together. Was that really all that was necessary? A few glances? To say Rowan was impressed was an understatement. And would also be missing out the slight envy she was feeling as well. If that really was all Caitrin needed to do...how did she manage it? How on earth did she manage to gain such a reputation? She shifted in her seat, turning her attention away from the man. Well...she was perfectly capable of doing the same. It was just a question of seeing someone who took her fancy. There had to be someone.
Her eyes started scanning their surroundings and while there were a few men who she supposed were alright, she was far too fussy for her own good. She let out a small sigh. Maybe that was how Caitrin did it. She just went for anything and then worried about liking them later. In that case, Rowan didn’t particularly want to be good at it.
She shook her head at Caitrin’s question. “No, none of them. Although Iwan will be around somewhere...” she briefly looked around just in case he’d wandered over to the archery but her movement was in vain. “He’s a knight.” She said with more than a hint of pride. Normally Iwan’s position meant she was supposed to be on her best behaviour and make a good impression...but as he wasn’t here and everyone’s attention was on the competition, she supposed she could do as she pleased. Besides, she never listened to him anyway.
“It seems we have something else in common.” She said with a grin, “I always beat Ciaran.” She leant forwards again to get a better view of the archers, trying to decide which was going to be the most impressive. There was no one particularly standing out though so she was beginning to think this wasn’t going to be quite so fun after all. “Some? I’d say all.” |
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Post by Rowan d'Auber on Aug 12, 2012 20:35:48 GMT -5
Oh dear...he really shouldn’t have winked. And she should really learn to deal with male attention without becoming so...flustered. Not only was it far too embarrassing for words, it was hardly attractive. She didn’t particularly want anything more from this man than what she was getting already, but that didn’t mean she wanted to be anything less than her most attractive self. Hopefully, this meeting – and her survival of it – would help her later in life when she was actually trying to flirt with someone for a purpose. At the moment, it was just stressful, interlaced with moments of Gwaine being rather charming and Rowan being too easily affected. If he could just keep speaking and being charming that would be fine. Rowan would be able to cope with that a lot more elegantly as she wouldn’t be expected to give anything back. She could just sit there, spending all her energy trying to be composed instead of trying to be composed and witty and unaffected and it all going rather wrong.
Although Rowan was more than fairly certain that Gwaine was always flirting with whoever happened to take her fancy, she wanted to think that the exact opposite was true. It would be rather nice for this to be an irregular occurrence for both of them. If she was a little more naïve she might think that these “important things” were her – but Iwan had done a well enough job at making sure she didn’t continue with that line of thinking. No doubt “important things” could have meant any woman. Right now that happened to be her and although she should probably be more prudish, more reserved, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride with the knowledge that right now she was the only woman taking his fancy.
She leant forward a little and propped her elbow against the beam, chin resting slightly on her fist and tried to look sophisticated but the effect was probably lost. That was probably a mistake. It was no good trying to be sophisticated when she was quite so easily distracted by his face. Oh she was an embarrassment to her gender. “And I take it I’m one of those things...?” Even she was impressed by how even her tone had been then. When the words had first entered her mind, she’d been convinced she’d end up sounding desperate and melodramatic but no...she was getting better at this.
Or at least she was until he started talking again and said her name and said it was beautiful and all of her composure just gave up. How on earth was he doing this? Did he practice every day in front of a mirror? He was incredibly irritating...and handsome...and had really nice eyes...Rowan. This was not what she was going for. She was trying to look as though none of this was having the slightest effect on her, and although she’d been failing miserably so far, things had to get better eventually. “Certain aspects are...agreeable...and you, my lord?” |
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Post by Rowan d'Auber on Aug 12, 2012 19:54:25 GMT -5
Now that she was talking to the woman, she was beginning to remember the various rumours that she’d heard about her. Rowan wasn’t really one to care about such things – she had several herself due to her... “unladylike” behaviour. Caitrin, she’d been told, was definitely unladylike. Apparently spent all of her time throwing herself at whichever man she could and apparently she never spoke to women unless it was to get them to stay away from whoever her latest fancy. Well, Rowan couldn’t say anything about Caitrin’s behaviour towards men, but she was certainly pleasant company so far. As someone who appeared to irritate or shock anyone she came into contact with – especially the more...reserved women – Rowan appreciated an unconventional woman. She quite liked the idea that this Lady Caitrin went around leaving a trail of broken hearts behind her. Why shouldn’t she? Plenty of the men of court boasted about doing the exact same thing. Why should a woman be expected to act differently?
Rowan had already decided she liked Caitrin, especially if all those rumours were true. She should like to see the woman in action, to sit there and smirk as all the men desperately tried to get the redhead’s attention. She imagined Caitrin would take it all in her stride, would look all the men up and down before picking the best one, as if she was picking a dress. It’s how a man would do it. It’s how Caitrin would do it. Rowan had decided.
“Do you practice yourself, my Lady?”
The young woman nodded, perhaps a little too eagerly. “Ever since I was a little girl.” She replied with a smile. It was one of her many passions but unlike most had survived her fickle nature. “My brothers would prefer if I didn’t though. I’m better than them.” Her words were said firmly, confidently and with a small smirk. “And you, my lady? You seem to know a lot about it.” |
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Post by Rowan d'Auber on Aug 12, 2012 19:36:26 GMT -5
To say Rowan was relieved was probably an understatement – then again that was hardly surprising; most ways to describe Rowan were an understatement. It seemed her comment had been well received. Maybe she could be witty...or maybe this was just one of those once in a blue moon moments, and she’d never be witty again. Well, if it was the first and last time it was probably worth it as the man seemed amused and that was the main thing. She allowed herself a moment to reflect on her own intelligence before she felt herself definitely blushing. Oh this was horrible. She’d been trying so hard for aloof, ice queen and now she was just being red-faced embarrassment. The only way he couldn’t notice was if he was blind. Well. She would just have to carry on regardless. There was absolutely nothing that could go wrong now...
Really, it was all his fault. He shouldn’t have kissed her hand. Rowan was horribly unused to that sort of thing. Most of the conversations she had with strange men where when she had had a little too much to drink and had been on the verge of making an embarrassment out of herself so said strange man would be doing the gallant thing and taking her to either Kay or Iwan. What they definitely didn’t do was kiss her hand.
There must be a way of recovering her composure...well, if there was one nothing was springing to mind. She bit her lip again. Nothing witty was springing to mind either. Her previous comment had definitely been her once in a blue moon moment. “Surely you should be otherwise engaged?” She raised her eyebrows, but the rest of her body language was probably betraying her. “My company is all very well and good but it will not win you the tournament.”
Oh. He was grinning. Why did he have to have such a nice grin? It was really horribly distracting. Was she supposed to be replying...? Probably? It would help if he could just stop grinning. He had dimples! She mentally slapped herself. Aloof. “Lady Rowan d’Auber. Does that suffice?” See...aloof was going well...a bit. |
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Post by Rowan d'Auber on Aug 12, 2012 18:46:07 GMT -5
Rowan wasn’t a particularly modest woman – it was what came from being overly indulged by her mother and having to hold her own against three brothers – so she was going to make no secret about the fact that if she had been allowed to take part, this really wouldn’t be a competition at all. Since she was old enough to walk she’d been old enough to hold a bow in her hand, and old enough to show her brothers up. It was the only thing that her father actually approved of, so it had been a skill she’d perfected from an early age – that and climbing, although she often injured herself. Surprisingly, archery was never dangerous...well, not for her anyway. She’d only ever hit someone once. And that was Iwan...and slightly on purpose.
She noticed Caitrin watching someone so followed the woman’s gaze. Well, that man wasn’t going to do particularly well. Shouldn’t someone say something? Surely they shouldn’t let people who were that clueless participate? It was hardly going to be exciting for the spectators if no one managed to hit the target. She liked to think he was deliberately holding his elbow too high in order to make everyone else look better and more dramatic...or maybe he was going to fall behind and then shock everyone later on. She smiled to herself. Now that would be something worth watching.
“If he keeps his arm any higher, back here might not be so safe after all.” Rowan grinned, she was of course exaggerating a little – the man would have to purposefully aim upwards in order for the arrow to end up behind him. Hmm. That would probably be more interesting too...it would be interacting archery...and probably the only way she’d ever get to participate. Now there was a depressing thought, still, she wasn’t going to let that bother her. She was an optimistic sort and so liked to ignore all pessimistic thoughts before they had time to fester. |
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Post by Rowan d'Auber on Aug 12, 2012 18:06:16 GMT -5
Now that the jousting was well underway, Rowan was becoming more than a little enthusiastic. She didn’t care that she wasn’t sat next to anyone she knew, whoever she was sat next to would just have to accept the fact that she was a very excitable young woman. She was still leaning against the bar, but she’d moved so her arms were folded and her chin was resting on her forearms. Every time the knights started charging at one another her fists started clenching and she bit her lip. Tension was not something she was good with. As soon as the men met each other, lances clashing against armour, she winced...alright, maybe she wouldn’t like jousting but she’d still be brilliant at it.
Her interest was piqued even further when the knight who had just finished his joust didn’t go over to where all the others were assembled. She furrowed her eyebrows. Where on earth was he going? Oh...he appeared to be coming towards her...she continued watching him – without his helmet he was rather nice looking, she certainly wasn’t complaining. Oh. He was actually coming towards her. Hopefully she wasn’t blushing. That would be horrendously embarrassing. She sat up and resisted the temptation to check that her hair was still in place. It was supposed to be in up with a few strands to frame her face, hopefully it still looked that way.
Rowan wasn’t particularly good at small talk, especially when handsome knights were involved. The majority of times she met people was when she was shouting for help after falling off something. She wasn’t so inexperienced that she was going to come over like some sort of over excited teenager. She was going to be...aloof...and mysterious. And she was going to bite the inside of her lip to stop herself smiling. “Why? Is there someone you could recommend?” That was good, wasn’t it? Witty? Maybe? |
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Post by Rowan d'Auber on Aug 12, 2012 16:34:35 GMT -5
Rowan was a little late, and embarrassingly a little red-faced and out of breath after running to the archery arena. She had left the estate with plenty of time but then ended up getting distracted...and then lost, so all in all everything was going quite well. But, she had arrived and by the looks of things she hadn’t missed much. The archery was one of her favourite things to watch – mainly because she was rather good at it herself so she could sit there feeling smug about the fact that she was probably better than most of the competitors.
The night before Iwan had been trying to explain to her why she should be more pleased about the treaty, not just about all the excitement of the festivities. Apparently it was an important political move. Rowan didn’t really care about the politics; she just wanted to enjoy herself. This didn’t stop her from having to listen to Iwan going on about it for about an hour and a half. Luckily, Rowan had learnt to block out most of what her older brother was saying – especially when Ciaran was pulling faces behind him. As far as she was concerned, treaties and politics were all very well and good as long as she didn’t have to hear about it. There wasn’t anything she could do about it anyway, so why should she be bored with it?
Anyway. She was here to watch the archery so she settled into a seat and prepared herself for the entertainment. A lot of the competitors were from the other kingdoms and so provided Rowan with extra interest. Iwan usually made sure that none of the Camelot nobles were allowed to talk to her, unless they had passed his millions of tests. He could hardly stop her from talking to some of the foreigners tho-
“I don’t believe we’ve been introduced my Lady. I am Lady Caitrin de Archer. Are you enjoying the festivities so far?”
Rowan was brought out of her thoughts by a red-haired woman who looked familiar, but if she hadn’t been told the woman’s name she wouldn’t have known it. She was one of those women who always appeared to be at feasts and other celebrations but Rowan was fairly sure they hadn’t actually spoken to each other. She copied Caitrin’s action of inclining her head. “A pleasure to meet you, I am Lady Rowan d’Auber. I am thank you,” she replied in a tone Iwan would’ve been proud of and Ciaran would have snickered at. “The archery is one of my favourites. And yourself?” |
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Post by Rowan d'Auber on Aug 12, 2012 14:57:02 GMT -5
Rowan was never one to miss a joust, although she would never not be annoyed about the fact that women were not allowed to compete. She was as good on a horse as any man (in her opinion anyway) and was quite convinced that were she given a lance she would be just as good at the joust. It was with slight disappointment and irritation that she watched the competitors, but it would take a little more than that to prevent her from enjoying it entirely. Who wouldn't enjoy some knights becoming hot and sweaty in armour? Well, perhaps Ciaran, who although he was enjoying the joust as much as she was, his enjoyment was probably for different reasons. She had been leaning against the wooden bar in front of her seat but she leant backwards in order to say something to her twin...only to find he'd disappeared somewhere...
She folded her arms across her chest. Well...she'd watch it by herself then. But how was she supposed to become emotional when Iwan won everything if she didn't have someone to get emotional to? It was all very selfish of Ciaran. Didn't he want to see their brother win? She let out a frustrated sigh before leaning forward against the bar again, resting her head in her hand. Rowan wasn't one for being by herself, even if she was only watching men on horses. Her reactions needed an audience...she'd just have to find one...
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Post by Rowan d'Auber on Aug 10, 2012 19:19:27 GMT -5
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Rowan d'Auber
.:Nick Name:. Rowan
.:Age:. Twenty
.:Race:. Camelotian
.:Status:. Nobility
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Rowan certainly has the d’Auber look – dark brown hair and pale skin. She has a petit build, something which is annoyingly obvious whenever she’s with any of her much taller brothers. She’s usually covered in small cuts and bruises and doesn’t seem to be able to go a day without getting mud all over her clothes – much to her brother Iwan’s dismay.
.:Height:. 5'4
.:Portrayed by:. Claire Foy
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:.Rowan is an energetic young woman who always manages to find adventure out of life. She’s the youngest and only girl out of four siblings and so spent her childhood with only brothers for company. As such, she’s always enjoyed more boyish pastimes – riding, climbing, archery etc. Her parents had always been divided about how she should be brought up: her father wanted her taught how to be the proper wife and mother, while her mother thought she should be allowed to do whatever made her happy. Because of this, she was often forced (quite against her will) to learn embroidery and dancing, as well as how to charm the richest man in the room.
She can be sneaky and mischievous – she and Ciaran are often doing their best to wind up Kay and Iwan. She is normally the instigator in such things, and the one who’s able to convince other people to help in her schemes when necessary. From a young age she learnt how to manipulate those around her, something she uses to her full advantage. Her mother had a habit of indulging her when she was small, so she can be assertive, easily irritated and more than a little narcissistic. She’s often far too stubborn for own good and can remember every single slight she’s suffered. But, despite this, she’s a great believer in living for the moment and often doesn’t bother to think about the consequences of her actions, or if she does her thought is that Iwan will deal with it later.
Rowan has a Romantic nature and would spend as much of her time traipsing across hills and fields as she can. She dreams of adventure – which would make Camelot quite a handy place to be if she wasn’t told to go and hide in her room every time there was a hint of danger, although she usually manages to sneak out anyway.
.:Strengths:. Rowan is assertive, strong-willed and determined – when she knows what she wants there is a very high chance that she’ll get it, whether by her own means or by getting someone else to do it for her. She has a great lust for life and the ability to find the fun in most situations – even if that is probably inappropriate. She isn’t one to be easily embarrassed or put off something once she’s set her mind to it.
.:Weaknesses:. She can be very naïve and often doesn’t think about the consequences of her actions. Usually her brothers are able to get her out of trouble so she often relies on this rather than herself, or simply not doing whatever it is. Her indulgent childhood has led her to become quite selfish and actively seeks being the centre of attention. As she’s always in search of adventure and the adrenaline rush, she is prone to putting herself in dangerous situations – whether on purpose or by not thinking about it beforehand. Despite her close relationship with her siblings, Rowan isn’t the most empathetic of people, usually ignoring the feelings of others in order to get or do what she wants.
.:Magic Abilities:. None
.:Special Skills:. Archery, climbing and persuasion
.:Accents:. Southern English
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. The d'Auber Estate, Camelot
.:Family:. Lord Ector, father (deceased)
Lady Eloise, mother (deceased)
Kay, older brother
Iwan, older brother
Ciaran, twin brother
.:Occupation:. None
.:Current Location of Residence:. The d'Auber Estate, Camelot
.:History:. Rowan is the youngest of Lord Ector and Lady Eloise d’Auber’s children as well as the only girl. She spent the majority of her childhood either getting into trouble with her twin, Ciaran, or being spoilt by their mother – much to the irritation of her father. Like all the d’Auber children, her relationship with her father was not a strong one. He often disapproved of her behaviour, preferring her to spend her time learning how to be a wife and mother instead of outside with her brothers. She often ignored him though as her mother always encouraged her to enjoy life, rather than be told what to do by other people. From a fairly young age she was used to getting her own way and had learnt how to make her brothers do whatever she wanted – especially Iwan.
Their mother died after a riding accident when Rowan was twelve, something which led her to become somewhat of a recluse for months. She had always been adventurous, spending as much of her time outside as possible, but after her mother’s death she barely left her room – terrified that if she did, she would share her mother’s fate. Luckily, her brothers managed to convince her otherwise by practically dragging her out of her room and forcing her to spend a night outside with them to prove there was nothing to be afraid of.
As soon as she reached marriageable age her father started looking for a suitable husband, although his own pride often meant such men were few and far between. There were only two men whom her father had seriously considered. Rowan quickly decided she didn’t like either of them, and so when they were staying at the d’Auber estate, she and Ciaran made it their mission to put the two suitors completely off the idea. Lord Ector was furious that she should be so stubborn – and selfish for not putting the needs of her family and name before herself – but he died shortly after so Rowan was never bothered with any more talk of marriage.
With both of her parents dead, Rowan became even more dependent on her brothers – particularly Kay who was now in charge of the estate. Despite knowing her feelings about marriage, Kay tried to make it quite clear that should she leave it too long before finding herself someone to marry, he’d do it for her. Rowan promised that she would try and behave more like a lady and start ending more social functions in order to find someone – although she did have her fingers crossed at the time. She isn’t against marriage per say, but she’s far too stubborn to let her brother find someone for her, and her romantic nature is convinced when she marries it will be for love, rather than the improvement of her family. For the time being, she’s content to spend her days with Ciaran, trying to be as irresponsible as possible and enjoying life as much as she can.
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