Post by bethan on Jan 11, 2011 1:33:17 GMT -5
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one of these days the sky's gonna break and everything will escape
one of these days the mountains are gonna fall into the sea and they'll know
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Bethan sat quietly by the side of her son's bed, part of her gaze seemingly studying the dark contours of the cave she called home, though one eye was definitely keeping an eye on Aldarion. She was fairly sure he had drifted off into a peaceful sleep many minutes ago, but it was typically of her to take the time to make sure he was safe and comfortable before she left. The woman was somewhat aware that she watched him too closely, perhaps worried to much. Admittedly, the last thing she wanted to do was smother or annoy her child, but they were all in dangerous times right now. She didn't care how many guards Cynric tried to attach to them. Bethan would only feel less anxious if she could keep her own two eyes on him. Still, watching his steady breaths as he slept undisturbed, she let out a content sigh, satisfied that he was safe for yet another day.
Finally, her pale gaze turned away as she stood up slowly, her leather boots treading quietly on the stone floor to walk away. In this area of the cave, it would seem almost pitch black if not for the few torches that lit the both. However, once she made her way around the curve of the tunnel and towards the entrance, some beams of soft natural light still remained. The sun was only just beginning to set in Western Britain, still to early for Bethan herself to fall asleep. In fact, most days her son would also still be full on energy, wanting to walk around the encampment with her or the other soldiers. However today he had been worn out with activities from horseback riding to hunting practice. Enemy troops had not been sited in many days, and they had a rare chance to venture out farther. So, she had made sure Aldarion could spend the day to the fullest. Her body perhaps felt a little tired as well, but her mind was far from rest. It was why she usually took this time of day to walk and clear her head.
Just before exiting the cave, Bethan grabbed a dark grey cloak that she had fashioned herself, with a thin lining of rabbits fur around the neck for warmth. During the day it was warm enough, especially in comparison to the cold north regions she had been before, but at night the wind could get chilly. Weaving around the camp, the area was still full of activity. Some were resting from a hard day, though many other of the soldiers were just getting ready to fulfill their shifts or duties. If they caught her eye, the men would often give some sort of respectful gesture, but few said any word to her. Not that she minded though. They had better things to do than small talk, and quite honestly she did not have much to say either. At least not much that she could say freely.
Tonight, Bethan kept walking until she reached the outer area of the encampment, where it was a little bit quiet. Some Saxons keeping guard, but braced against the edge of the cliff there wasn't as much danger. Her destination of choice this time was the wooden corral they had been built, currently holding about a dozen strong horses. The blonde woman leaned gently against a fence pole. The sharp animals quickly glanced up at the "intruder", but quickly deciding she wasn't a threat they simply went back to grazing. Half-heartedly she wondered if the others would think she looked strange or idiotic to just continue to stand here and stare at horses, though soon enough she was lost in her own thoughts to truly care.
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NOTES !?;; Meh, kind of random, but wanted to get started
STATUS !?;; finished
TAGGED !?;; anyone and everyone
WORDS !?;; six-hundred
OUTFIT !?;; this and the cloak
CREDIT !?;; JADE !? @ caution 2.0