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Post by Brynn Reade on Oct 28, 2010 20:30:47 GMT -5
The noises of excited, happy people, their laughter and exclamations, all that wove into a mighty symphony to Brynn’s oversensitive ears. It almost sounded like the chattering of her geese, just louder and more melodious. It had taken some time to get used to, but now Brynn was enjoying the night, the evening breeze on her face, playing with her hair and the warm glow of the just lit bonfire in her back.
This was a time for happiness and happiness was best shared with others. She had exchanged a few words with various townspeople already, and then suddenly some jugglers had appeared, striking up and calling the people to dance.
Brynn had obliged gladly, first only moving her feet to the coaxing rhythm, but soon enough she was skipping around the fire carefreely, giving herself entirely to the beat of the drums and the piercing voice of the pipes. There was nothing like dancing in her eyes. Better than that was only flying, but that was a distant dream to every human being.
A blur of red and gold moved past her whirling figure, as everyone was obliged to honor Prince Arthur today with the Pendragon colors. Brynn herself weared a new dress her mother had sown in many hard working nights especially for this occasion. It was of a dark red that gladly didn’t clash with her red blond hair which she wore down in a rare occasion, falling in slight waves down to her waist. The apron was floralwhite and new as well. The bodice was even embroidered with tiny yellow figures that roughly resembled dragons. Her mother was no master in this craft, but it still was the best dress Brynn had ever owned.
She herself had added to her appearance in a most Brynn-like way. The whole afternoon had been spent with weaving a beautiful flower wreath of red and yellow blossoms now adorning her head like a fairy crown. Elinor, also somewhere in the crowd, wore a similar wreath, smaller but still nice to look at.
Another dance came to an end, and Brynn stopped on her heels, panting a little, her cheeks flushed. She scanned the crowd for her family, but instead caught sight of a very familiar face she just had got to know yesterday. Alex, the kitchen boy!
Feeling in the mood for a bit more entertainment – and Alex was anything if not entertaining – she approached him with a bright smile. “Hey there! Enjoying the feast?”
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Post by Brynn Reade on Oct 27, 2010 20:09:19 GMT -5
If you find the time, Arthur dear, I would be most glad for a banner for Brynn xD though it might be very difficult to get pics of her other than selfmade screencaps 
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Post by Brynn Reade on Oct 27, 2010 20:00:45 GMT -5
Brynn couldn’t help but blush the tiniest bit as Alex called her pretty. She was not used to such kind of praise, and until now she had hardly been in the company of boys her age. Of course, she had exchanged a few words with Merlin already, and chat-up calls from stablelads were a daily occurrence, but this was… slightly different, more actual.
Another warning of her mother’s echoed in her mind. ‘And beware his loose tongue should you ever come across him. Don’t take anything he says at face value… from what I see he is quite a flirt, be careful, Goosey!’
The girl decided to brush that warning off for now. Oh yes, she would be careful not to take him all too seriously, but hadn’t her mother herself said she should enjoy herself tonight?
So she chuckled and shook her head. “Yes, I think that’s quite the point. Beauty is spoilt by everyday life, so I rather keep out of sight to stay a novelty!” she quipped. “Besides, fresh air is healthier than steam and smoke. I knew why I choose my occupation.”
Not that she had had any say in that particular matter. But it was true, Brynn couldn’t think of anything better than spending nearly all day outside with her geese. Just that it could be a bit lonely at times, but she often had her siblings for company.
Alex was a very funny guy, easy company to be around, and Brynn found she enjoyed this light banter already. That someone could still be so hilarious after a long and arduous day was more than refreshing, it was a blessing. Brynn’s parents were usually very tired when she came back from the meadows, and even if the tone was affectionate, joking around such as this was very rare in the Reade family.
Trying her hardest to stay serious, Brynn nodded and then cocked her head as if she was listening to something. “You are right… I think now it picks a fight with the porridge I had for breakfast. Tries to establish a new order… what a troublesome beast!”
Then she couldn’t bear it any longer, and tipping her head back she started to laugh, a merry hearty sound that echoed through the kitchen and made a few people look their way.
“Oh my, this is so silly”, she giggled after she had halfway regained her composure. “But we might have to get back to that bunch of grapes later with a few others that join. You know what they say… trouble seldom comes alone!”
Just like on cue Brynn suddenly heard footsteps on the stairs that connected the big hallway with the kitchens and the girl turned her head to look who it might be.
[sounds good to me, I'm curious who will win the race ^^]
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Post by Brynn Reade on Oct 26, 2010 22:51:56 GMT -5
Brynn busied herself with arranging the leftovers on the table in a half way ordered manner, so that it looked a bit like a grotesque copy of an actual banquet table. Or as if somehow mice had found their way up on the table. There stood a half-eaten cake, here was a haunch with the best parts already gone but still well enough to fill many hungry stomaches. Brynn smiled at her work and was about to turn around when a voice directly behind her made her jump and almost squeal in surprise.
“Goodness gracious, would you not sneak up on me like that – whoever you are!” she exclaimed, but sounded more confused than angry. As a highly claustrophobic girl she was very keen about personal space and the young man grinning down at her had violated that particular space considerably. Brynn needed a moment to recover first, and out of habit she spend that moment flipping her red braid back over her shoulder.
Only then she replied. “Oh no, I wouldn’t mind at all. Now it’s our turn to celebrate, and you are welcome to join in. If you drop your sneaky act of course!” she finished with a little wink, mocking her own skittishness.
Brynn took a moment to examine the boy that had just decided to keep her company. His face was familiar, she had seen him down here often but they never got around to talk. Hadn’t she overheard someone calling his name as well? Starting with A… well, obviously not Arthur… Anthony? No…
Just then, he gave his name himself and suddenly Brynn remembered. Oh yes, her mother had talked about Alex sometimes, calling him a good worker, just that he “usually talks everyone’s ear of, I tell you, Goosey. He’s like a rushing waterfall, the words never stop!”
Brynn smiled at this vivid memory of her mother’s voice and also directed this smile to Alex.
“Yes, one might think in a place such as Camelot the servants would know each other well. I’m Brynn. And it might be partly my fault we never met, because I usually spend my days outside and only come into the kitchen in the evening. I’m the goosemaiden”, she added, in case her words made no sense for him.
Reaching blindly behind her she pilfered a grape from a plate and tossed it into her mouth, grinning. “I know I should wait until a few more people join, but that grape had it coming!”
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Post by Brynn Reade on Oct 26, 2010 17:21:50 GMT -5
Brynn sighed deeply and arched her back to stretch her sore, aching muscles. Truly,she was not used to a long evening and night spent in the kitchen to create a wonderful feast and caring for a flawless course of events. Herding geese was an easy task compared to that!
But now the frantic activity had died down considerably and calm settled slowly on the steamy room. The last dish had just been served and now there was a little time of idleness until the big washing up began. Now was the opportunity for the servants to celebrate their own little part in the five days festivities, mostly consisting of the sparse leftovers from the tables upstairs. Still, it was a lot better than the usual servant food and Brynn’s mouth watered already in anticipation.
She looked over at her mother who just got up from a chair, wiping her floury hands against her apron. Meghan Reade looked dead tired, but still smiled warmly at her daughter. “I think I’m gonna take Gyrth and El to bed and then retire as well. It’s been a long day!”
Brynn arched her brows in surprise. “You won’t stay up for the gathering? But, the food…”
Meghan smiled again and shook her head. “I will take two little pies for the little ones so they don’t throw tantrums, but I saw enough of that food for today. Anyway, such a gathering is for you young folk, so have fun, Goosey!”
Brynn hugged her mother, bading her goodnight, and silently vowed to herself she would take some food aside for her parents to eat in the morning, especially for her father who was on watch tonight, to make sure the nobles could enjoy their banquet in peace.
Now she only had to wait for a few other young servants to join, namely Gwen, Lady Morgana’s maidservant and Merlin, Arthur’s manservant who had both promised to drop by as soon as their mistress and master dismissed them for the night.
Anyone else of course was free to join and Brynn was actually curious who would. It had been a while since she last had been able to have a proper chat with most of the servants. That was one of the down sides of being a goosemaiden: You spent the better part of the day alone in the meadows.
Tag: Alex, Gwen, Merlin
Timeline: Day 1 of the festivities
Time of day: Late evening
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Post by Brynn Reade on Oct 25, 2010 20:55:41 GMT -5
Something was wrong. Utterly wrong. At first Brynn hadn’t been able to put her finger on it, but the nearer she came to the gates of Camelot, the more apparent it became. It was quiet. Too quiet! Where was the usual bustling of people, guards yelling commands, people talking and laughing, children squealing or crying? Where was the banging of metal from the smithy, all the familiar background noises of everyday life that wove into an intricate symphony no one hardly noticed? Its absence was more frightening than anything Brynn had ever experienced.
Keeping the obliviously chattering geese at bay with her whip, Brynn hestitantly approached the gate, furrowing her brows as she noticed two guards leisurely leaning against the stone frame, head lowered on the chest. Where they sleeping on duty? What madness was this?! If her father saw that, he would give them a good piece of his mind!
Not even the noisy geese seemed to have any effect on the guards, and an ice cold shower ran down the girl’s spine. Were they maybe…?
Her thoughts were cut short as she proceeded through the gate and was greeted with a truly horrifying picture: Bodies lied everywhere, stretched out on the ground or leaned against carts and sacks, and even if there was no blood visible, they looked terrible un-alive!
Brynn stopped dead, unable to take in the eerie scenario and make any sense of it. What had happened in the short hours she had been gone? It looked like an army of whatever creatures had fallen down on earth, smiting everyone on the spot!
But no, that couldn’t be! There had to be someone left alive! She couldn’t be the only one left!
The girl’s eyes settled on a guard’s figure in the corner of the courtyard to which she just had proceeded. This body she knew too well to mistake it for anyone else’s.
“FATHER!” the protesting cry echoed around the silent coutyard although it hadn’t be that loud.
Forgetting the geese all at once Brynn fell on her knees beside her father, shaking him violently. He didn’t move a limb, but at the same time she suddenly realised with great relief that he was breathing. So he was asleep. But why didn’t he wake up?
Mother and the little ones! The thought hit her with a gut wrenching feeling. She had to go look for them and better now than later.
Suddenly the dull thudding of horse hooves could be heard from the lower town and what Brynn saw through the open gate made her first freeze in shock and then stumbling to her feet and run!
Eight riders, seven of them black as night thundered over the drawbridge like the riders of the apocalypse. With a heart beating rapidly against her ribs Brynn ran for cover inside the vast castle, skidding around corners and hasting through hallways she never had been in before. Soon she was more than lost, but for the moment that was the least important thing on earth!
After some while she thought herself safe enough to try and find her way back into the kitchens, but just as she rounded a corner, she literally bumped into one of these black riders. With a gaze unseen behind his eerie metal mask he examined the terrified girl for a second, then he slowly, deliberately raised his sword.
Brynn did what every girl in her situation would have done. She screamed at the top of her lungs.
Tag: Arthur
Timeline: s2, episode "The Fires of Idirholas"
Time of day: afternoon?
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Post by Brynn Reade on Oct 24, 2010 18:05:37 GMT -5
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Brynn Reade
.:Nick Name:. Goosey, Red, Ninni (only by her little siblings)
.:Age:. 17
.:Status:. Servant
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Brynn is not the tallest and her build is also rather slim, but not skinny. Her womanly figure has just blossomed into full bloom. Her hair is a reddish brown, much like a fox’s fur and is mostly weared in a tight braid while most of it his hidden by a white cap she wears almost everday when herding the geese or helping out in the kitchens. Brynn’s eyes are of a mossy green while the part directly around the pupil shows a warm brown color a bit broader in the left eye than in the right. Those eyes most of the time look curiously and with a hint of mischief at this world and show her true feelings most of the time while her face is usually deadpan by long years of being all but a shadow to the noble world.Her clothes show her servant status, they are worn but clean, because her mother keeps a close eye on her daughter’s appearance, though Brynn surely wouldn’t mind the occasional grass stains she gets from her days out in the open.
.:Height:. 5’5’’
.:Portrayed by:. Karoline Herfurth
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Brynn is usually quiet and mild, the perfect picture of a dutiful servant girl. She doesn’t shy away from work and even if she had a long day herding the geese, you can find her in the kitchen until late at night, lending a helping hand to those who need it. To her two younger siblings she is a caring but also strict elder sister, she often takes them outside with her so that her mother doesn’t have to look after them every waking hour. Although she is already pretty mature, Elinor and Gyrth can still bring out the childish side of Brynn. Her chasing after one or the other in the meadows outside Camelot is a common sight.But however mature, reasonable and dutiful Brynn can be, there is still another side of her, which doesn’t break out often, but if it does it might not get away unnoticed. She sometimes can’t keep her own cheeky thoughts to herself and though she doesn’t want to be insubordinate, her replies can be seen as too bold at times. Brynn also has some mischievous bone, she can be caught playing tricks on someone who crossed her, nothing mean, just something that would make you think twice to underestimate her again.Ever since she has learned about her special ability though, even if she isn’t sure yet if it’s something magical or simply childhood imagination coming creepily alive, she is more cautious and tries to blend in more. Although she is too young to have experienced the Great Purge she still had ample opportunity to watch what happens to those with magic in Camelot, and she doesn’t want to take any risks
.:Strengths:.
- handling animals
- reasoning with and guarding her siblings
- singing
- blending in if she wants to
- loyalty to her friends
.:Weaknesses:.
- her secret she doesn’t even fully understand herself
- too bold at times
- highly claustrophobic
- is overprotective over her siblings
.:Magic Abilities:. She can to a certain extent demand the wind, so it picks up in intensity or calms down. However she is just learning that this is something extraordinary and is reluctant to test her skills if they could be enhanced.This ability is (unbeknown to her) due to a stone pendant necklace she has had since birth and never asked her parents where it came from.
.:Special Skills:. she likes to sing and has trained her voice in years of unonserved singing while herding the geese.She can carve and do pretty flower wreaths to entertain her siblings
.:Accents:. lower class
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Camelot City
.:Family:.
Father: John Reade, 39, guard of Camelot without considerable rank. He mostly guards either the parapet or the throne hall in weekly shifts. Brynn adores her father even if she doesn’t see much of him.
Mother:
Meghan Reade, née Crosswater, 36, kitchen maid of Camelot. A kind and jolly nature, she is the typical mother hen. She is also the only one at least to have an uneasy sense about her daughter’s affinity for wind and it being connected to that pendant she received a few years before Brynn’s birth. Her relationship to Brynn is very close, maybe sometimes too close and too protective for the girl’s taste
Brother:
Gyrth, 8, a very lively boy, he worships knights in general and Arthur Pendragon in particular, and dreams of becoming a knight of Camelot one day, regardless of his inferior birth. Brynn has a close eye on him so he doesn’t get too reckless, but oat the same time she was the one carving him a little wooden sword for his last birthday.
Sister:
Elinor, 6, sunny girl, literally everbody’s darling in the servanthood of Camelot. Brynn loves her dearly and both girls can be found in endless chasing games or wreatheing flowers in summer. Elinor is certain she once will be a goosemaiden like Brynn and the older sister supports her in that wish.
.:Occupation:. Goosemaiden and occasional kitchenmaid.:Current Location of Residence:. The Meadows outside Camelot
.:History:. Brynn was born on a stormy fall’s day to the young couple John and Meghan Reade three years after the Great Purge. As Meghan had miscarried a few times the newborn child was welcomed with greatest joy and soon was her parent’s darling. An event prior to her birth should shape Brynn’s life possibl forever, although at that time no one had even as much as a hunch.
During the Great Purge Meghan, newly married and already with child one evening heard scratching noises in the big oven and as she looked, found a girl around 15 hidden inside, trying to get as far back as possible, flinching away from Meghan. It took a great deal of calm coaxing and a show of severe goodwill to get her out of her hiding place, and through patiently asking questions, Meghan found out whom she was dealing with. The girl had been betrayed to a witch finder by her own sister just as she had wanted to escape into the woods and had sought shelter in the lion’s den, not knowing how to get out of the town.
Even though Meghan knew what awaited those who sided with sorcery, the big scared eyes of the girl gnawed on her conscious and she agreed to find a way to smuggle her out of Camelot. An adventureous quest ensued in which Meghan heavily exploited her good relations with the guards of Camelot, as the wife of one of their own, and somehow the venture was succesful without them being caught. As a show of gratitude the still nameless girl gave Meghan a stone pendant in piercing blue, blessed her swollen womb and made her promise that this pendant should be a gift to Meghan’s first daughter.
However, Meghan lost this first child and another one after that and almost began to think the girl had cursed her instead of blessed. When Brynn was born, though, she was deeply joyed and remembered the promise, acting on it.
Ever since she can remember Brynn weared this blue pendant, encarved on the backside of its teardrop shape with a special sign which she suspected to be the carver’s signature.
Brynn grew up as a wild child, preferring the open meadows and woods to the smoky kitchens. As she also took a liking to animals and just had a way with them, she became a goosemaiden at the age of ten. Now her days were filled with what she liked most: Herding geese, running and feeling free, even if she also didn’t mind to return into the safety of the castle.
It was somehow around those first years outside when little Brynn realised that the wind was her friend, like she called it. She had always liked storms, not hiding behind her mother’s skirts like other little girls did when the gusts of wind whipped around the walls, but in fact wanting to be in the midst of it. At first it was nothing but a game. She would hum a song, and if the text carried some verses like: “blow, wind, blow” her hair would wave in a refreshing breeze that had not been there before. Or it would help her to run faster, almost making her feet move off the ground when she wanted to win a race.
As she became older, Brynn began to slowly understand that other people couldn’t do this, and she also had been attentive enough to know stories about magic. Even if she wasn’t sure about it her mind now began to put two and two together. One day she put her notion to the test, she was already 15 then and had to watch over her little brother Gyrth. He had vexed her to no end today, always pulling her hair and doffing her white cap as soon as she sat down. As he tried it again, she sprang to her feet and glared at him, whispering:
"Blow, blow, thou gentle wind, I say,
Blow Gyrth’s little hat away,
And make him chase it here and there,
Until I have braided all my hair,
And bound it up again."
The second she had concluded that little makeshift verse, a gust of wind took Gyrth’s hat away, always just a tad out of his reach, and Gyrth, not suspecting anything bad with his child’s mind, forgot about his sister immediately, chasing after his head. Even as he looked so funny and it pleased her she had gotten him of her back for the time being, she also was deeply disturbed. This was no accident or imagination! She had actually demanded the wind to do something for her and it had happened!
From this day on, Brynn kept everything concerning the wind to herself, didn’t even speak to her mother about it, though if she had, she might have got some answers she craved for.It can happen now and again, when a storm is rising, that Brynn still itches to command the wind, and her friendly feeling towards this element hasn’t changed one bit even if she’s scared. So, if she attempts anything at all, she will make sure to be all alone in a vast place where no one can sneak up on her and find her out.
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