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Post by Ambersariya Menthro on Feb 28, 2011 3:48:41 GMT -5
To each their own. She had to admit, he casual acceptance meant a lot to her; it wasn't often that she met someone so generally willing to look past oddities and simply allow people to live how they wanted to. Lancelot seemed to be a pretty laid back person to begin with, really, which was more than welcome. A relaxed personality was exactly what she needed right now, in fact - lately, she'd been nothing but stressed herself and the people around her seemed to always be nothing but a bundle of nerves. In this instance, change was indeed a good thing. She watched as he gave an apple to his horse, clearly both to be kind to the animal and to try to keep her more at peace, and decided he was probably a very honorable man. It wasn't every day she met someone so willing to adhere to the needs and comforts of others.
She was certain her relief was radiating off her in tendrils when he so kindly offered to call her by a more familiar name. Amber idly wondered if perhaps he was familiar with someone of royal lineage - after all, he was a knight, so perhaps he was a friend of the prince? Otherwise, she didn't know how he could be so perfectly understanding of her desire to not just be a princess, but an actual human. Her smile was grateful as she replied, "Amber is fine, if you don't mind." 'Ambersariya' in general was just a mouthful, and she often had to wonder what her parents had been thinking.
Amber tilted her head abstractly, deciding whether to be slightly offended or not, and finally decided she really wasn't. If anything, she appreciated his honestly; most people in his position would probably have simply told her whatever she wanted to hear. "If at any point you wish me to leave, I would be happy to," she told him sincerely. She understood the need to be alone, and that was what he required, she was not so pompous as to reject it. "Certain people and memories," she echoed with a nod. She knew the feeling perfectly. "I hope you do manage to." She would do just about anything to accomplish the same, after all.
His inquiry about Faolan was not unexpected, so she responded with relative ease. "His name is Faolan," she explained. "He was given to me when he was just a pup - he find in arms, if you would believe it. His parents were killed, and he had no one else to take care of him." She ran her hand through the fur behind Faolan's ear fondly. "I've had him ever since. Don't worry, it's not common and in fact I don't think I've ever met another wolf who so vehemently stayed with its human companion." There was a brutal, rueful truth in what she said, but she supposed she should have known, anyway. She had been narcissistic in believing that there had been two wolves in the world that were willing to choose a human to live with and both had chosen her.
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Post by Ambersariya Menthro on Feb 28, 2011 3:32:23 GMT -5
 Ambersariya likened instantly to Isadora. Either she had a lovely personality to match her face and name, or she was simply an extremely affluent actress; Amber decided the former was most likely, because her phobia of people and ulterior motives generally lent itself to the ability to see straight through such facades. No, if she had her guess, she would say Isadora was just one of the few people in the world that was a truly good, enjoyable person, which made this so much easier. The opportunity to trust people was one she had been mostly depraved of, and a soft face in a hard crowd was extremely welcome in her world.
"I don't believe so," she agreed, her smile becoming much more genuine. "I don't generally attend such gatherings, and it seems it's taken us both quite some time to get through the general crowd." Though that time was probably much more enjoyable for Isadora than herself; Amber was no social butterfly. She knew it, and she preferred it. But even she had to admit that sitting here so cordially was actually quite nice.
Her next question had Amber hesitating. She didn't really want to ruin the mood and launch into her battle-torn story of being kidnapped and transported and losing her memory and so on, at least not right now. "I've actually been staying in Camelot for quite some time now," she admitted, her voice nothing if not slightly wistful. "But I guess you could say I'm here to... well, escape the wolves." Her metaphor was dry but so very, very appropriate, and in reality it wasn't really a metaphor at all.
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Post by Ambersariya Menthro on Feb 17, 2011 17:52:31 GMT -5
Boo, my sister made me watch the music video for "Grenade" and I cried. I mean, granted, I'm a pansy, but still. It was just so cute and sad at the same time. xD Grenade's her favorite song.
And Lucy - I know, right?! My friend Ashy met Tamora through the Make a Wish foundation and they've been e-mailing each other ever since, it's so hard for me to avoid begging to talk to her. xDDDDD You've read the Beka Cooper series, yes? 
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Post by Ambersariya Menthro on Feb 14, 2011 17:43:40 GMT -5
A fellow Tamora Pierce fan?! <33333333 She lives like half an hour away from me!  And my sister's currently obsessed with Bruno Mars, too. xD
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Post by Ambersariya Menthro on Feb 4, 2011 10:06:04 GMT -5
"It wouldn't bore me," she promised, if only so the young woman wouldn't think her totally uninterested in her life - and it would be nice to know someone was willing to listen, she was sure. But even so, she didn't press the matter any further. If Yassia herself wanted to discuss it, she would no doubt do so in her own time, and just in case her excuse of not wanting to bore her was actually her trying to avoid talking about it, Amber didn't want to force her into it. She was correct, Amber had quite a bit on her own plate, but there was nothing begging an audience right at the moment, so that was irrelevant in her mind.
The next statement brought forth a burst of melodic laughter, her face pulled into a grin. Oh, how true that was. The source of all her problems? The man who had so belligerently stolen her from her home, attempted to kill her with the rest of his little conspirators, and then dumped her in Camelot without any memory. The twin she could remember nothing of and only knew she missed dearly. George, whose kind nature made every decision she had to make absolute hell. And Wolf in general. Men were more trouble than they were worth. "I agree wholeheartedly," she said dryly.
Her smile had begun to fade but it returned in earnest at her next question; clearly, the woman was a little foggy in her route. She'd be glad to be of assistance, especially after the much-treasured information she'd received from her. "Not too far," she responded. "I think I've been walking for a day or so, perhaps? So if you take the same route - which goes through the forests, I must warn you - it will likely take you a full day, as well. But that's also if you don't stop at all. No, I don't live in the castle, I only visit it when I'm summoned or need an audience with the king - I actually live in an inn in the city."
Her surprise, gratefulness, relief, and something of hormonal imbalance all banded together and nearly made her teary. "You will? That would be absolutely wonderful," she sighed. "As for an address - Matilda's Tavern & Inn, City of Camelot. If you just add that it's for me, she'll make sure I get it." She rocked back and forth twice on the balls of her feet, trying to stay her excitement; that would likely be a long while away, and there was a chance she wouldn't even find anything. But it was more than she'd had before.
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Post by Ambersariya Menthro on Jan 23, 2011 8:27:17 GMT -5
Fortunate? Amber watched the woman curiously, trying to surmise what she could possibly mean by that. How could it be unfortunate? She couldn't imagine - but that was most likely to do her own position. She'd been removed from her kingdom by force, her memories stripped and with no way to get home; and she was lucky to be alive, at that. For her, not having that connection was awful, and every time she introduced herself to someone, it was made all the more clear. It was almost as though the deprivation of her title had also deprived her of the ability to fully function; she wandered around as half of a person (if that), constantly wondering when and if she'd ever truly know who she was.
But there had to be a good reason for others to not feel the same way, she supposed. "Trouble back home?" she hazarded a guess. It would make sense for someone to attempt to escape their status if it was inflicting some sort of restriction on them, wouldn't it? She wouldn't honestly know, but it seemed a fair assumption. It was odd, ironic even, that they were in the same situation for reasons that were completely opposite each other. But then, it was odd and ironic that two princesses had happened to come across each other so far from home to begin with.
"You're heading to Camelot?" she echoed once she'd processed the words. "I'm from Camelot - or at least, I live there now." In fact, it was Camelot itself that she was fleeing by having ventured here. Things were becoming more interesting by the minute, and it was much appreciated; having something to distract her mind with was the most wonderful gift she could be given.
She could tell before Yassia even spoke that she didn't know where Kathra was. Nine times out of ten, when a person had to think about something for so long, it was because they didn't know. Therefore, her disappointment was left to a minimum and she simply smiled her appreciation. At least the woman had heard of it - reassurance that it existed, though she didn't really need it. And if she hadn't heard of it, it probably wasn't in the southern area of the continent, right? So if she did end up making the journey to search for it - which was looking more and more likely - at least she knew to start in the north. "You should," she encouraged with a small smile, "and let me know what you find."
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Post by Ambersariya Menthro on Jan 20, 2011 22:40:24 GMT -5
It had been upwards of two weeks, now, that Amber had been the epitome of a social recluse - even more so than usual. She tended to hate large crowds of people solely on principal, her anxiety getting the best of her any time, but ever since the harsh split she and Wolf had had, her ability to follow social cues had all but vanished... until she found herself invited to the tournament in Gwent. If she was honest, she'd admit that when it had first been delivered, she'd had absolutely no intention of attending; it was exactly the type of function that she religiously avoided. But the thought had continued to assault her, as thoughts tended to do. With so large a gathering of nobles and perhaps even royals... well, it was risky, but it was also one of the best opportunities she would probably ever had to track down information about her homeland.
She'd skipped the tournament itself, knowing that people would be distracted by it and being drilled about far-off places they'd likely never heard of would be the least appealing option for them. But she now found herself in the castle, dressed as elegantly as her title demanded in a strapless violet gown with a large, sparkling off-set broach. Her guard was up at its fullest, which was odd considering how much information she was uncharacteristically divulging about herself as she blended easily and instinctively into the social scene. She'd danced several times, as etiquette demanded, but for the most part she'd wandered about, talking to as wide a range of people as possible and making great emphasis on the fact that she was princess of Kathra. Most of the people probably thought her a snob for it, but she couldn't care less.
Her fervency had become more potent than ever before, and her determination to find someone in the room, even if only one, who had at least heard of her kingdom. She'd been unsuccessful thus far and the possibility was rapidly waning, but she wouldn't give up until she had been introduced to absolutely everyone. The idea that had taken root in her; the concept of escaping Camelot and all of the painful memories it held for her, to return home to the life she'd once led and completely forget about the one here, was not one that was willing to be dismissed.
She traced her finger absentmindedly about the rim of her wine chalice, taking a break now and looking about the room until her eyes finally settled on the host princess herself, who was actually quite near. She'd heard the whispered exclamations of people nearby who had watched as she danced, and now that she was in such a near vicinity, she realized that they had been far from incorrect - Isadora was as lovely as they'd described. Encouraged by her earlier observations of her fellow princess's friendly manner and by the fact that this was a chance she couldn't afford to let slip away, she crossed the few yards between them, nodding her head politely. "Princess Isadora," she greeted with a smile. "Would you mind if I joined you?"
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Post by Ambersariya Menthro on Jan 20, 2011 22:05:00 GMT -5
Though it was far from unexpected, Amber tensed completely and immediately at the knight's immediate, terse exclamation. There was never any real way to tell how someone was going to react to the massive wolf that was always by her side - some people were simply frightened, others intrigued, and others yet felt threatened and the need to do something about it. As she watched his hand move straight to the hilt of his sword, she feared for several painstaking moments that he would be one of the latter, and instinctively shifted herself in front of her companion, determined that the blade wouldn't come anywhere near the canine she'd raised since he was a pup.
As he re-sheathed the sword, she felt herself instinctively relax, at least as much as she ever did. He had clearly been startled but meant no harm, and she certainly was not going to press the issue - especially since he was a knight, which she knew to be someone skittish of wolves in general. The fact that he was an exception, or at the very least that he was willing to wait and see the outcome, said very much for his mannerisms and she discovered that perhaps she didn't have to be so wary of him, after all. He hadn't completely earned her trust yet, stranger that he was, but he was well on the road to it, and for the moment she decided to let her guard down a bit, making the mood around them a bit lighter.
She couldn't help but smile at his spot-on observation. How he'd been able to tell, she had no idea - perhaps he'd heard her name before, or perhaps, being a knight, recognizing the traits of royalty was simply something that he was good at; but still, she decided that his ability to notice such a thing and acceptance that it was her decision was worthy of the truth. "There is more," she admitted, her stance becoming more relaxed as she grew accustomed to the situation. "I suppose my formal name should be Lady Ambersariya Menthro, Princess of Kathra." She didn't enjoy giving out her title and the attention that came along with it, but if it was important to him to know, she wasn't going to regret revealing the information.
Her smile widened slightly in response to his phrasing. 'To get away,' he'd said - she knew the feeling very well, had an automatic kinship to it. "And have you managed to get away?" she inquired with a tilt of her head. At least in the most obvious sense, he had - after all, they weren't in Camelot. But she wanted to know if it had worked, if physically distancing himself had also allowed him to do so with whatever painful emotional or psychological ties he was trying to escape. She glanced at the horse when he mentioned it, added, "Sher-Fore? Is that his name? He's truly a beautiful animal."
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Post by Ambersariya Menthro on Jan 20, 2011 21:48:38 GMT -5
Amber observed her response to the discovery of her royal bloodline with a detached interest - she'd heard it all already, from the people who were simply surprised to those who felt the need to "honor" her to those who regarded her status with a thinly veiled distaste. Yassia seemed to fit in the first category, so she simply smiled and refrained from really commenting - until she finished the end of her sentence. 'like myself.' Amber's brows arched in vehement shock. A princess? Selling herbs on the outskirts of a small town? Granted, she was more open-minded than most, being that she was a dancer in the middle of Camelot... but her situation was unique, and she had never once imagined meeting someone in a vaguely similar situation, at least in terms of peculiarity.
"You are... a princess as well?" she responded slowly, just to be sure. Did she dare believe her? She wasn't entirely sure - but then, the woman didn't seem to bear her any ill-intentions and thus far, so far as she could tell, hadn't lied. So why would she lie about this, unless she thought they were both joking...? A quick interpretation of her facial expression ruled that option out; the woman was clearly serious.
"My kingdom is on the continent as well," she said, something between uneasiness and excitement fluttering in her stomach. This woman was from the south, and Amber didn't even know which part of the continent she was from... so it was possible that she was from the south as well, was it not? Possible that this woman knew of her homeland? Despite the consequences that could ensue, she had to reach out on the small possibility. "Kathra," she said clearly, watching in anticipation for any sign of recollection on the woman's face, though she was making an effort not to get her hopes up.
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Post by Ambersariya Menthro on Jan 8, 2011 3:49:43 GMT -5
Amber dismissed it with a wave of her hand and smile, genuine even if a bit tight. She hadn't meant any harm, so there was no use berating her for it, especially since that simply meant she'd be prolonging her thoughts about it. "Thanks," she murmured in response to her human companion's simple but meaningful hopes. "I hope they work out, too." Truer words had never been spoken - nor more impossible ones. There was no way for this situation to be pleasantly resolved, and she knew that better than anyone. The one thing she could do to change it would be akin to sticking her thumb back under the knife that had cut her. Her survival instincts were too strong for that.
Her eyebrows shot up in surprise at Yassia's deductions. Clearly, she had underestimated just how astute this young woman was, or perhaps she'd been driven to distraction and had failed to pay attention to what she'd been saying. Either way, it posed a large problem with very, very little time to compose a solution. Should she be honest and admit it, given that she'd pretty much said it herself? Laugh it off and lie? Maybe a partial truth? It was hard to choose when she weighed the fact that the woman had all but said herself that she, too, was of royal lineage - and whether or not Amber believed her would be the deciding factor.
She regarded her with newfound care. Was it possible that the woman was lying? Of course. Probable, even. But what were her motives to lie? A trap, perhaps - but then again, Amber had approached her. There was no way she could have anticipated it or played any role in her decision. She'd already decided to trust her with the tea she was making, and if she wanted something bad to happen, it would be simple enough to slip something into it. If she was going to trust her on that count, might as well do so on the other as well... to a point. Partial truth it was. Confirm without giving details; the safest method in a situation such as this. "Supposed to be," she said with a rueful smile. Not that it would ever happen, but it should've - or at least, she should've remained a princess under her sister.
"Ailantha?" Amber tested the name on her tongue, then shook her head. "I don't think I've heard of it. Is it overseas or simply far overland?"
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Post by Ambersariya Menthro on Dec 22, 2010 13:27:51 GMT -5
Pleased by the woman's obvious competence, Amber simply nodded to assert her approval. It was good to know that someone else thought the same way she did, and she wondered for a moment if the woman had any children of her own, then decided against it. She was clearly too young to have any older children, and if they were little they would of course be there with her. Perhaps she had simply dealt with many other pregnant women, which was not so far-fetched, or she had good intuition - or maybe Amber simply looked more worried than she'd thought. Regardless, it was nice to know the situation was taken care of.
Her next comment had the smile freezing on Amber's face, her muscles tensing without her permission. Sure, it wasn't anything like what Wolf actually was, and she certainly wasn't a falcon - but she couldn't help it, it forced the breath from the lungs. "Is that so?" she commented softly, eyes burning though she absolutely was not about to allow actual tears to fall. Had she been in a more humorous situation, she might have (mentally) pointed out that he really was a man by day and a wolf by night - behaviorally speaking - but that was the last thing on her mind at the moment. She forced herself to inhale so that she could speak slightly more normally as she murmured, "Dawn and twilight is certainly better than nothing..."
Never mind that it was her choice; she didn't feel like she had a choice to begin with. She couldn't be left again, couldn't hurt George that way, couldn't put her baby through it. She was doing the right thing, wasn't she? And the fact that it hurt so much, that didn't make it wrong, just... unpleasant.
Distracted as she was, it took several moments for her to absorb Yassia's next words, and her smile became a smidgen warmer - more with irony than anything. No, not a queen - a princess. "That's astute of you," she observed with a nod. "Yes, I'm not from around here." Her smile turned wry. "I came from very, very far away - I've been here for two years or so. Yassia is not so common a name, either - I take it you hail from elsewhere as well?"
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Post by Ambersariya Menthro on Dec 22, 2010 12:21:30 GMT -5
(ooc: Faolan's actually a wolf - I should've specified, sorry. My bad!)
As soon as he removed his hand from his sword, she relaxed some. There was no immediate threat if he didn't already have the sword in hand, which she took as a good sign - he obviously had no intention to attack her, unless he had another weapon on him. To her relief, that seemed doubtful - he wasn't reaching for one, and in fact was observing her in much the same way as she was him, appraising if she had her guess. That was just fine with her, as long as it didn't escalate to anything further, which she was slowly beginning to acknowledge was probably not the case to begin with.
Still, she kept her guard up, unable to completely trust a stranger. His introduction had his brows raising in slight surprise. A knight of Camelot? She certainly had nothing to worry about if that was who he was; they were rather renowned for their honor, were they not? Of course, he could be lying, and she didn't rule out the possibility, but he did seem to be dressed appropriately and if he wanted something more from her, he was going about it very oddly. In her experience, bandits and thieves and other less pleasant men were quick to attack, not to greet and stand down. She ran her hand through Faolan's fur comfortingly.
She was much more willing to oblige him and give her name when he'd given his first; it was instinct. She made the split-second decision not to introduce herself as a princess, however. That would just make this entire meeting horribly awkward, and if he wasn't who he said he was, it would be like giving him one more reason to assault her. Definitely better to avoid that, for all of their sake. "Ambersariya Menthro," she said, flashing a friendly if hesitant smile. And as for what she was doing there... Well, she couldn't very well tell him she was taking a walk to forget her misery and pine away in silence. Or perhaps she could, but she would avoid doing so anyway; if nothing else, she still had her pride, and that wasn't the type of thing you went around informing strangers of to begin with.
"I was just taking a stroll," she said with a smile. "It seemed like a nice enough day for it - nice and quiet." She paused, wondering if it was appropriate to ask him the same thing, and decided that it wouldn't be crossing any obvious lines of courtesy. "And yourself?"
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Post by Ambersariya Menthro on Dec 22, 2010 11:17:29 GMT -5
Amber digested thing information, glancing at the root somewhat nervously. 'Too much' was bad for the baby? How much was too much? She would rather just keep throwing up than end up with malformed or dysfunctional child at the end - but the woman did seem to know what she was doing. It was a struggle, to be sure; by nature, Amber didn't trust people, and putting her faith in the stranger before her was like chewing rocks (which was a lovely pastime for Faolan but she couldn't imagine enjoying it very much). She watched the piece that she sliced off and came to the conclusion that it wasn't so very large, so the woman was most likely not trying to annihilate her baby.
Of course, she still wasn't entirely sure how to answer the question. Which month? Well, she didn't really know. She wasn't showing well enough for the physician to have made a good guess, he'd just given her a time frame. It was obviously Wolf's, so that put it at at least two and a half months, give or take. Maybe three? "Second or third," she said. "Just give me the lesser amount." It was better to be safe, and she didn't mind having a little less relief physically in exchange for a lot more mentally.
'Like a dog'? Amber hid a smile; if Wolf had heard that, he'd have strangled the woman. The smile broke out, however, when she asked if it was common. "I hope not," she said, laughing. "I'm the only one I've ever met. He was... given to me to take care of, back when he was just a puppy. His parents were dead." No need to go into the gory details about how the only reason she had him was because her ex-lover communicated with wolves and carted off the homeless one to give to her half an hour before he left her for half a year. Talking about things like that would spoil her mood, or what was left of it to spoil, anyway.
"Yassia," she repeated, trying the name out on her tongue. "That's a lovely name. I'm-" Well, what was she, exactly? Princess or no? She didn't honestly have to think about it very long; out here in the middle of nowhere with no one she knew, she was absolutely not going to introduce herself with her status put in there. No need to be more paranoid. "-Ambersariya." The halt was nearly indiscernible.
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Post by Ambersariya Menthro on Dec 21, 2010 22:32:13 GMT -5
Amber observed the knight for another few moments. He looked... well, frankly, he looked quite lonely. Sad, even. It subtly occurred to her that had she not been feeling the same way, she might not have noticed at all; though she'd prided herself on being able to read people very well, there were certain emotions that you couldn't identify the mannerisms of unless you, yourself, had experienced or were experiencing them. She didn't pity him, exactly, knowing that she wouldn't have wanted pity in return, but she did empathize. It was a hard line to walk, and he seemed to be struggling just as much as she was. There was an automatic feeling of kinship there, but one she disregarded entirely in favor of common sense. It didn't matter how lonely he was, he could still be dangerous.
Her decision was made for her. The moment she noticed his horse stirring - and paranoid eyes such as hers rarely missed events such as this - she knew that she couldn't just stand there any longer; she would have to either leave or greet him, and as there wasn't time enough for the former, she settled for the latter. Settling Faolan down was another matter; the horse's anxiety made him anxious, as well. She placed her hand on top of his head, calm but firm and a clear command to stand down, and he grudgingly obeyed the sentiment, though his eyes never left the two creatures ahead of him.
Naturally, when he turned it was another matter entirely. Amber could try to convince herself as much as she wanted that she was placid person, but the basic truth of the matter was that it took very little to spark a reaction from her, and paranoid as she was, being alone in the meadow and coming across another man only furthered the case. Her eyes snapped instantly to the hand that rested on the hilt of his sword, and she wished very dearly that she'd brought a weapon of her own. Of course, it was unlikely that she would have a need for it, but one could never be too careful, and he was clearly experienced with it. She settled herself the tiniest bit with the knowledge that he had a sword and she had a wolf, but then found herself upset all over again; she didn't want a weapon anywhere near Faolan.
"Hello," she said somewhat tentatively, her eyes leaving the sword in favor of his face, though she maintained view of it in her peripheral vision. She tried to force herself to calm down a bit; Fao was responding to her tension with his own, and the last thing she needed was her colossal animal charging at the poor man if he meant no harm. She stepped forward a bit more, her companion moving instinctively with her, to both give the man a better view of herself and to get a better view of him, without all of the grass in the way. At least that way they could assess each other properly, which would at the very least prevent any dangerous misunderstandings.
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Post by Ambersariya Menthro on Dec 21, 2010 22:17:10 GMT -5
Amber couldn't help but tilt her head slightly as she observed the woman before her. She had expected intolerance, clipped tones, perhaps even linguistic hints that she was imposing on her, but in fact she seemed to get the opposite. There was no way that she hadn't noticed her foul mood, which meant she was ignoring it, or perhaps looking past it - and though Amber didn't really feel like doling out compliments and crediting for good deeds, she appreciated the gesture. A lot. Enough, in fact, to manage a slightly more genuine smile of her own.
"Morning sickness," she affirmed with a nod. It was at least slightly easier to speak the phrase aloud than to think it, or perhaps it was because this was the second time and she was growing used to it; regardless, she was relieved that she hadn't spoken with hesitance, as even the most kindly of people probably would not have been able to resist musing over the peculiarity in such a case. Though she didn't much care what others thought of her, she did try to avoid leaving people with the impression she was insane when she could. And, in all honesty, it was nice to have a more secure feeling about what was going on, because the fact that she was pregnant was the only think she felt secure about.
She nodded in understanding. "Of course, take your time." She wasn't going to get sick in the immediate future - at least, as far as she could tell; but she'd gotten to be a fairly good judge of how this whole system worked. Really, she was just grateful that the woman had something for it at all. The impending relief was more than enough reason to wait, and she hadn't wanted to turn back to Camelot immediately, anyway. It just gave her another reason to stall, and while in some cases that could be considered a bad thing, for her it was a necessary one. "Ginger and raspberry leaves," she repeated, mostly to herself. She'd never have assumed such a combination could help, but then, she wasn't an herbalist, and if it worked without doing any harm, she didn't really care what went in it.
Faolan, apparently having decided that it was safe enough to satisfy his curiosity, inched forward, his nose extended. Amber cracked a smile at him but put a hand on the fur behind his neck even so, not wanting to scare the woman making the tea. "Stay here," she requested of him, and though he didn't understand what on earth his human was saying, he got the memo and sad down with little more than a slight whine of complaint. Amber scratched behind his ears to make up for it, turning back towards her. "He's harmless - or at least, he won't harm you. May I ask your name?"
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Post by Ambersariya Menthro on Dec 21, 2010 19:22:31 GMT -5
Amber was at a completely and total loss. She had no idea what to do with herself, couldn't even face the real world at the moment. It was hard to admit, and she would've liked to think that she had gotten completely over him and had no need to be pining, but the basic truth was that she hadn't stopped pining. Things that were normally an outlet weren't any more. She couldn't dance because she couldn't stand to see all of the men looking at her while she wished so desperately that he was in the crowd, and she couldn't play around with her weapons because as anxious and fidgety as she was, she would most likely end up cutting off her own hand.
Her sole refuge was going out on walks like this to nearby meadows - she tried to stay away from forests, as there were far too many memories there for her to deal with quite yet. Faolan tailed groggily behind her, having been woken up from a nap to accompany her, his large tail swaying back inside but rather dully. He missed him, too, she could tell - which only made her angrier. She had made the mistake of presumptuously deciding that she could just forget all about him and move on, and the denial during those first few days had cost her dearly when all of the emotion came flooding back at once.
When Faolan's ears abruptly perked up, Amber turned to look at him with raised brows. "What is it?" she wanted to know, though she knew that he couldn't understand her. She followed his alert gaze, squinting as if it would help her see through the tall grass, and made out the figure of a man not too far away. She paused in her tracks, biting her lip and debating whether or not to approach him.
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Post by Ambersariya Menthro on Dec 21, 2010 19:00:02 GMT -5
It was quite sad - no, beyond that, it was utterly pathetic - that she had to mentally prepare herself for human contact. Her dismal mood affected every aspect of her existence at the moment, and she didn't want this poor girl to have to suffer through her morose attitude alongside her. Or at least, she was pretty sure she didn't. Amber wasn't a cruel person, but she was far past caring about anyone or anything - except, perhaps, Faolan, who she just couldn't summon the ability to be cross with. All of her trenchant thoughts revolved wholly around the person she faulted for it all, but unfortunately it was seeping out and into the way she treated others.
"Do you have any-" she began, then paused, scowling slightly. No, that was far from a nice tone, that was a demanding one - which was not what she was going for. she took a deep breath and smiled apologetically, putting forth her very best front. "Would you happen to carry anything to settle the stomach?" she requested as politely as she could manage - which, in and of itself, was a monumental challenge.
Thankfully, her herculean efforts didn't seem to go to waste. She wasn't as pleased as she could've been with her manner of speaking, as she usually tried to be more amicable than just polite, but given the circumstances, she was more than a little proud of herself for only allowing the slightest amount of stress into her voice, so inconspicuous it was nearly undetectable. However, after brooding a few short seconds longer, she quickly decided to amend her statement. "Something - um, something that wouldn't affect a... baby."
She didn't much like the idea of putting the fact out there so willingly, especially since she'd yet to actually show outward signs of it, but she didn't really have a choice. The physician had warned her implicitly to be careful of what she consumed, and the last thing in the world that she wanted right now was to harm the little life she'd already grown so attached to. It was just a little disconcerting to have to make such a request; she still was not entirely used to the fact, it having been only a day or so ago that she'd found out it to begin with, and though she loved it dearly, it - and its infuriatingly compelling father who refused to leave her thoughts even after she'd left him - was, to be sure, the main source of her problems at the moment.
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Post by Ambersariya Menthro on Dec 21, 2010 17:13:52 GMT -5
She hadn't meant to travel this far. Honestly, she didn't even know where the bloody hell she was - but she knew how to get back, at least. She wasn't stupid enough to go off and get herself lost, not while she was pregnant, and in any event she had Faolan with her - Faolan, who she was sure could sniff their way back if he had to (though she didn't really know how she'd go about communicating with him to tell him to). She didn't really know how long she'd been walking, anyway, but not too terribly long, she was sure. There was a dull ache in her feet and her muscles were tired, but as far as she knew there were no blisters and she hadn't collapsed from exhaustion yet, so that was a good thing.
She found herself rather on the outskirts of some small village, and she looked around warily. If she'd been paranoid before she'd become pregnant, she was tenfold now, even with Faolan at her side. Anything could happen, she was living proof of that, and she certainly didn't want that "anything" to occur in a village where no one could find her. She thought about turning around and going back but at the last moment decided against it; she needed just a little more time before she had to worry about going back. Camelot was not a place she wanted to be at the moment, and as if to add to the miserable situation, she felt the bubbling sensation in her torso that warned of impending morning sickness, which was the reason she'd discovered she was carrying in the first place. As lovely as it was to have a constant reminder that she was pregnant, this came in a form that she could live without. Scowling, she headed towards what looked like a woman selling some sort of remedies; hopefully something to settle her stomach.
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Post by Ambersariya Menthro on Nov 14, 2010 2:16:46 GMT -5
Reading all of this is making me want to watch it. xD Which is saying something because I've never seen an episode, LOL.
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Post by Ambersariya Menthro on Nov 2, 2010 6:24:51 GMT -5
Even though I resent your leaving me, I know you'll have a great time so I guess it's okay. <3333 Tell the horses that Raven says hi, and don't forgot to pop on every once in a while when you get the chance! You should write down the URL and take it with you so that you remember!
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And my sister's currently obsessed with Bruno Mars, too. xD
