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Post by Alistair on Sept 6, 2011 21:48:31 GMT -5
She was happy for him. Alistair wasn't sure anyone had been happy for him before. He liked to think that Isadora was happy with him, but he'd never done anything to make someone happy for him before. It was an odd feeling of pride and pressure at the same time. "Nais tuke," He thanked her for her words but there was an uncertain tone to his thick voice. He did not doubt her words but he did not know how to accept them either.
"She will rule this land as you do Mabon one day." And he was the orphaned Druid and foe of her greatest ally. He wondered if Maeve would know what he was asking when he started that. He did not not know how to ask what he wanted to know and he refused to try and look a fool. He rather keep his mouth shut and let people assume he was distant or cold; which he was toward strangers; rather then open it and sound like a fool.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 6, 2011 21:26:10 GMT -5
As Alistair opened his eyes fully there was another families face there. One that did not look so happy to see him. He did not speak the language of this man man's but he had just barely caught the words. He could tell the tones however. He had learned in his travels that you could tell more about what people said by reading the tones and not the words. It was hard to plan to kill someone and sound normal. "Te pabaren mange memelia," He muttered under his breathing, knowing the man would be annoyed with his un-understanding of Alistair's language.
His eyes moved around the room until they found Maeve's and just to annoy (playful and in good nature offf ccoorrssee) Haldir he spoke to her and not to the man closer to him. "Tell your man to finish the job, or back up." He didn't not like Haldir, in fact he respected the man and how he did his job; but Alistair had known from the start that Haldir only liked other people just like him. Not Druids, not mortals, and not nobles.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 6, 2011 1:07:09 GMT -5
He'd forgotten about that, that she would not understand the druid words he used. He spoke and thought in mostly her language since he had spend more time in her world but he had traveled to many places and had learned words of the other places too. "My mother's mother." He explained, "I will teach you anything you wish to learn, Princess; you only need to ask." He had noticed she seemed hesitant to ask, and he didn't want her to feel like she needed to be.
There were half breeds in his world, yes; but no one held it over you unless they just wanted to insult you. Rilan had done it when he had her at the small village; wanting to push him into reacting. For the most part, if you married into them they would welcome you too their world. You didn't leave easily however. "No, it takes coin to buy such a thing. I never had enough. You have to know someone who---"
Oh she wasn't going to like this. He knew it and reached up to run his hands though he longer hair while trying to find the words to soften what he needed to say. He lacked the flowery or softer words that would help him now. "--You have to know someone who practices magic and is a knowledgeable enough or strong enough to make such a thing. When I grew close enough to my mother's people to know such people I did not want." He wanted to know if something came for her; and he would not risk her now by wearing something or keeping something in his room. If there was a child however, he would find a way to take the risk with out harm coming to either of them.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 6, 2011 0:07:05 GMT -5
The realm of Mabon. Was that a kingdom he had not heard of? Was that north of south of where he had been? He felt something in the back of his mind; a prickling of something. Something wasn't quite right with everything. He had the feeling she wasn't talking about kingdoms but of other places. His head spun for a moment and he closed his eyes with a deep breath.
He ended up falling asleep almost in the same moment. This sleep was not the complete blackness of before but an almost normal sleep. One with casual dreams rather then his normal vivid nightmares. His gift normally started off with feelings and faces with everything else fogged out. The closer the event or death grew then the clearer the vision became. When the vision was so clear that he could not tell the dream from the reality then he knew it was here. Minutes to an hour or so away. However his dreams now were only of a girl and were not of her death; but of memories. He'd never dreamed liked this before.
When he next awoke he had to almost pull him self from sleep. He never woke slowly, it was always the unsteady jolt of panic. How had he not dreamed of death? Where the bloody hell was here?
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Post by Alistair on Sept 5, 2011 23:56:07 GMT -5
This was how every morning should start. Sometimes he would try to leave without waking her; even if she hated it. He did not want her to loose sleep because he had to report to her captain or get back to his own rooms before too many eyes were about. Still, on the mornings she awoke on her own to kick him out of her rooms he liked better. "If I stay, your rules would demand you marry me in your laws sooner." He jested at her before rolling out of bed. He knew she was watching but he never cared if she wanted to look.
He picked up his pants and dawned them before pulling the padded shirt over his head. He had made the jest at her knowing that in his way they were mostly married; he had not made her his wife in his world yet but had given her the promises a husband would make. He knew however that she would feel better and see it as really so once they married under her laws. Dragging his armor off the floor he did not bother putting it on. He could just say he was taking it down to the armory to put on before beginning his day. Leaning over the bed he paused, and sat on the side of it. Reaching out he touched her eyes very gently, "You should sleep more. They have not seen enough night."
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Post by Alistair on Sept 5, 2011 23:46:32 GMT -5
Would his children? He sobered greatly at the thought and was unsure how to answer with out giving her cause to worry. "I have no answer for you." He admitted, "I never knew my Puridaia;" his mother's mother. "I do not know if she had my mother's gift." He called it a gift with more of an ironic tone whenever he said the word. It was a curse to the barer and a gift only to the lives that were spared from it. "There are things to be given should it happen; to ease the burden." If you had the coin or knew the right people you could get something to ward off the dreams. He had never used such, for it was not until he had returned to Camelot and built a name for his self that he knew the right people.
And he never had enough coin when he needed such a item.
Now having such would be a risk, and not one he was sure they could take while magic was so hated. Her next question caught him off guard for a moment, and he tried to think if he had never spoken her name. "Her name was Sura. She was a Rani among my village. It is like the title of lady with your nobles. But one you earn and are not born with. She saved many."
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Post by Alistair on Sept 5, 2011 23:30:32 GMT -5
No, he had not forgotten the small bit he had learned of her world. It was still hard to explain what it was like there and how everything seemed so different there. Everyone seem to float rather then walk and everything was brighter and cleaner. It was odd to see that world and then this world and wonder how she could bare enter it. Still, she seemed to welcome being here.
Then Maeve got right to the point of them being in the room. He reached his hand up to touch his longer hair and ran his hand though it before giving it an awkward tug. He was still unused to it being long. He had not grew it out in order to hide his face, but that was why he kept it that way. It was also why he had grew a small close bread on his jaw line, to help mask the familer face of the foe and shape the face of the friend to the local nobles. "Many things have changed since I exited your world, Rai Phei; I do not even know were to begin."
"There has been many wars here." He used to explain some things, "She was in trouble, I could not stay from her side." He did not want to give her up a second time, so in order to keep close to her, he had given up his fighting and became a knight who followed orders. He had not been given the order to hunt his own kind but he feared the day it came. "They know me here as a lie; Sir Alistair of the Black Mountains. I am a knight in her army. One day I will be the husband in her bed." Rather then the knight in her bed. He did not shy away from using the reference that he was sleeping with her. He was making a point; that he would not be the servant for long.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 5, 2011 21:40:36 GMT -5
As he walked past Haldir he gave the made a nod of his head and muttered a soft, "Eilar ei vaeresi," knowing it would both amuse and annoy the man. Amuse him he hoped because it was in his own language and not in the language of the druids, and it was spoken but in jest and in truth. It would also annoy him for it was not a meeting Haldir would approve of if he knew the details of what was going on here. Alistair in followed his friend up to the room where he could speak with her privetly, not caring that others might talk of the sight of a knight and a beautiful woman going up to a hotel room alone.
When he spoke he inclined his head out of respect to the queen, "Mishto hom me dikava tute, Rani Phei. It has been too long." And it was. He had not seen her in months. Even if years had seperated their first and seconds meetings, after spending months by her side while he was injured he felt she was his sister in many ways. It was why he called her Rani Phei. Because she was his sister in his heart and the rest of the logical matters could go to hell. "What brings you here? Still trying to change the world one jewelry sold at a time?" It was a jest between them as well as an honest question. She had so much hope in the world and he had almost lost it all.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 5, 2011 20:42:31 GMT -5
He drank the water in and took gulps too large and ended up couching some when it slid down too hard. The pain from that nearly too him back to the land of the dead for it hurt so badly. It was many minutes before he could breathe properly and try again. Once he managed to get some down he lied back and was forced to take in deep breaths to clam his heart rate. He felt so damn weak. "Kaj?" He asked her, trying to figure out of the details of what was going on.
He did not know how he got here or even where here was. He knew that he knew Maeve. A long time ago he had meet her, and had dreamed of her death. He had saved her life and her body guard had been grateful. He looked around but did not see her sidekick anywhere. She still looked the same way she had when he was ten years younger. It was one reason he had placed her face so easily.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 5, 2011 20:25:53 GMT -5
"Devlesa araklam tume," He returned her words as she hugged him. Alistair wasn't the type to be very open in his displays of affections, preferring for once to use words rather then hugs. However Maeve was a soft spot for him as she had saved his life and given him months of peace from his tormented dreams. In her realm he had not been able to dream of the mortal one. Deep rest had allowed him to heal from both the torment of the battle and of the visions of death that filled his ever sleeping moment in the months of Uther's war for his ward.
He placed one hand on the back of her head while she hugged him, not quite returning it but not embarrassing her either, when she stepped back his hand remained there. "Arva," He told her when she said much had changed, "It has indeed." Maeve was the stuff of parmicha, yet very real at the same time. He always felt honored that she had trusted him with who she was beyond the image she gave to mortals. "To speak of these things will bring bajo in this place. Pen k'ena kek bajo?" He did not want to risk what he had just built by speaking of it here. He hoped she would understand and agree.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 5, 2011 19:24:44 GMT -5
He wasn't sure what she was thinking about but when her hand went to her belly he paused for a moment. Was she thinking of their future? Of what they could have for her happy thoughts? He hoped so. He wasn't sure of the monsters in her dreams but he knew that they were ones he could not fight for her. Still, it was only one dream and tomorrow she would be well again. "Sleep well, Monisha." She muttered into her hair as he kissed her and then moved his own head to lie back and stare at the ceiling.
He did not fully sleep that night, for one nightmare was enough for one bed. He did not want one of his own. Their were stories of enchanted things that could ward off such dreams but finding one and openly wearing it were two very dangerous things. He knew he could wear something only at night, but if anyone found it in his rooms and knew the marking on it then his life could be forfeit and her life could be risked as well. It would be a risk he would weigh on for a long while before making any actions.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 5, 2011 19:17:21 GMT -5
What the hell. He knew that face. The woman had just came into his vision was still weak as the whole room and the place seemed un-naturally bright. Thought from his eyes being closed too long or from other reasons he did not know. The woods in which he had been were dark and the air thick with rare breeze. Here it smelled overly clean and fresh. Her face was one that he knew but not knew well. Still he could not forget the face. "Ma--" His thick voice cracked from being too dry.
"Vada," He barley got out using an language that in his fogged mind he forgot she might not know. He knew that he needed some water before he would be able to fully speak well to her. He watched her for a moment trying to clear his mind. Raising the good arm that only hurt like hell when he moved it rather then blinding pain he rested it over his chest and felt the bandage there. "N-----ot dead?" He wasn't sure how to answer her question. He felt on fire and unwell. Tossed about and confused as the devil. "Maeve?"
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Post by Alistair on Sept 5, 2011 19:08:16 GMT -5
Alistair had done as his Princess asked. He had found her in the woods and saved her from Cenred's men; taking her as far as he could to into Gwent. It was the second time he had left her on the outskirts of a kingdom and he liked it just as little as the first. However, after a week he had shown up with the seal she had given him and to his surprise no one questioned it. His first thought was when he moved up the ranks he was making that area harder to get into. If someone wanted her dead they could fake a paper and be INVITED in to kill her!
He had to pass the knight's test and once done he was given the title of Sir Alistair. Now in two worlds he held a respected rank. One he had earned, the title of Rai, with the Druids. One that took sweat and blood to earn; and one of Sir with the Gadje that had taken nothing but a faked paper to make him Sir Alistair of the Black Mountains.
The newer knights had to do patrols though the city. It annoyed the bloody hell out of him to be told what to do and when to do it but he did not plan to do this forever. He could pretend and play for now in order to get what he wanted in the long run.
While on patrol he came upon something surprising. A lone woman setting up a table with good to sell. One that he knew wasn't just a normal long woman. He slowed his steps until they would fall almost silently on the ground and did his best not to make the damned armor clank together. When he was a few inches from her back he spoke in a low rumbled voice so others would not over hear; "Sar'shan, Rai Phei?" He asked in the language of the Druids.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 5, 2011 18:24:49 GMT -5
His lips twitched up at the words of children but he did not understand her meaning. He knew full well that until she wed him in the laws of her people then children would be a risk to her place in power. He knew the risks that would come with it, and knew they would have to act quickly in order to protect her. Still, the idea of children, something of his blood and a straight unbreakable tie to him was something he wanted very much.
He was however unsure as to what to tel her anytime she asked. His past was just that and he often was unsure what she wanted to know if it. He had spent years alone or with Vaughn; someone he knew she wanted to hear nothing of. "With my people I am called a Drabarno, one who sees. My mother had such a gift too. She did many good things before she died." Murdered by the bastard former king. "One thing that weighted heavy on me during my years with my uncle and travels alone was knowing how far I was from her."
In actions, rather then space. "She was the reason I came back." The reason he started a war against Camelot; so no more mothers died and left sons without them. He could see in his mind the knights dragging her back and his father rushing up them them to help her. It angered him that it happened and no one thought 'this is wrong'.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 5, 2011 17:28:36 GMT -5
The pain was so great that he could only remain conscious for a few seconds. While he was awake the pain was too blinding to think of anything but the pain; and while he was out the dreams came to give him no peace. He was not sure how long he lie there on the ground knowing he was dieing, but eventually and suddenly the dreams stopped and the dead cold of un-conscious took over to give him permanent peace.
Or at least he thought. He blinked his eyes opened and tried to look around but everything was brighter then it had been when he had closed them last. He tried to lift his hand up to shield his eyes but the pain from the movement almost took him out again.
The last he recalled was finding a small encampment of Druids who were trying to get north before the Camelotian knights found them. He had known the Pendragon knights were not far behind him and urged them on. Ever since the young ward of the king's had been kidnapped by the witch the bastard king had stopped at nothing to bring the magical kingdom to it's knees.
He'd stayed behind to draw them off, but they'd advanced faster then he had given them credit for and they'd over taken him. He did not recall the fight but knew that he'd taken an arrow at close range, and thought he recalled his ribs taking a glancing blow of a sword.
How the bloody hell was he alive? His vision clearing up he looked around. Was this heaven? Was there such a place? Had the Princess been right in her believes and if so how did he get here?
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Post by Alistair on Sept 4, 2011 23:56:54 GMT -5
Alistair did understand. He knew all about bad dreams; especially the ones that felt real, because they were real. Some where so real that he didn't know he was dreaming until he awoke. He would see them die, sometimes even feel them die. He knew how they could twist the mine and knew the fear she must feel over her one that was made up. He was used to them and his dreams still caused him to jolt awake.
When she turned into him; he wrapped his arms around her. "I know all about bad dreams." He reminded her softly, his deep voice a soft rumble rather then sharp. "It was only a dream, Princess; I wont let anything get you, or to you. Your safe here." He moved them so they could lie back but she was still wrapped up in his arms and tucked to his side. "Think of something happier for a few moments, the fear will pass. I think of you when I see dreams." Of the memories and his hope for their time to come.
he reached his and up to touch the locket that hung there. He often held it in his fist as he was trying to forget the dream enough to think of something else. It was a reminder of her. When he had his visions he did not like to wake her. So he often just climbed from her soft bed and paced the room silently, while holding onto the locket. The one he never took off. Because he loved it.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 4, 2011 23:23:57 GMT -5
She was right about the random, but wrong too. It wasn't that she had the money but she was the only one who would bother. Vaughn didn't part with coin, and would take too much amusement out of everything to bother (though Alistair liked to think Vaughn would at least come give him hand to get out of something). There was they faery, but finding her would be imposable, if that body guard even let her do it. No, she was the only one with the will.
She wanted to know more about his life before her? He thought back to the years and tried to think of what she would want to know. There was not much there. A job here, or there; Vaughn talked allot and he avoided people until he came back to fight for his mother's people. That could wrap up his hole life. "Any certain area of it?" He asked, wondering if she wanted to know about the places or the people or the jobs.
He knew she liked it when he once talked about the places. She wanted to see things and he always tried to make sure she could see places if they could. If he could manage to get Sir Garrett willing, he could try to get them to take a longer way home and let her see some more of something besides woods.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 1, 2011 21:01:01 GMT -5
Alistair hated her soft bed; it always felt as if there was nothing under him and he might fall though. He was so used to the cold bit of the hard ground that a warm soft bed was like a cloud of heat. Still; it had it's advantages. He was growing slightly used to it, even if there were times when he wondered what she would say if she woke up and found him sleeping on her floor.
He had just started to drift off after a night of play between them. There seemed to be always something new with her. He never felt as if it was something he already done a million times. Often times it left him more relaxed then any hot baths that people kept delivering to his room. Let him drift to sleep easier then---
He felt her jerk up and sat up quickly beside her. His eyes darted around the room as if someone or something had been what awoke her or frightened her. At the same time he put one hand on the back of her neck gently. Once he knew it was safe in the room he leaned over to kiss her shoulder. "Princess?"
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Post by Alistair on Sept 1, 2011 21:00:38 GMT -5
Talk to Garrett? Why? Alistair watched him for a moment before giving a shrug. He knew Vaughn was no fool but he had not planned on thanking this to the head of the knights. While Vaughn was arrogant, and prideful and annoying as bloody hell; it appeared he did have one talent--getting what he wanted. "He is in the main hall."
Alistair did not like taking him to Garrett; and he knew he would need a reason to explain Vaughn. However, as he did not plan Vaughn to be alive long enough to enjoy the rewards of his labor; he knew that visiting Garrett would not matter. Worst case, if he died in this endeavor then Garrett would know who was with him and seek out Vaughn. With any luck; they'd kill Vaughn and the secret of his birth died with him.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 1, 2011 20:56:34 GMT -5
He could give her a few ideas of what to do; but he had the feeling that tempting her into trouble might get them into trouble. This was the last place he needed people looking too closely at him. If he got caught she would be at risk as well. Since both were things he wanted to avoid at all cost; he could not give her the ideas he wanted to give her.
"I am sure you will think of something, Princess." His deep voice held a bit of a lighter tone then that of moments before. His guard wasn't dropped, but he did not feel as trapped and expectant of attack out here. He was almost in his element. "You usually do." She seemed to always have a plan. Plan of escape, plan to make him a knight, plan to rule her kingdom, plan to see him at night. Alistair did not plan quite as much as she did. When he wanted to kidnap a princess; he only make the basic plan. He did not bother to learn more then needed; since asking questions to the wrong people was the best way to get caught.
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