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Post by Pandra on Jan 7, 2011 5:55:15 GMT -5
Pandra made her way out of the castle. Her cloak tightly around her. It was cold out and it would probably snow again sometime soon. She had finally found the Princess as she had entertained her with a game of hide a seek. Many of the guards that it a bad idea to play such a game with the young Princess but for some unknown reason Helena didn't give her any trouble. Upon finding the Princess she had stayed with her until she fell asleep for her nap. It was then that Pandra decided to leave the castle and go things about things up on Badon Hill. There was just something so comforting about the hill. It didn't matter that people had died there or a battle had been fought there it just seemed so peaceful.
The wind was blowing rather hard at the moment but it didn't stop the sixteen year old from walking to her destination. With any luck she'd see Tristan maybe. Though rumor had it he as out scouting which was something he did well with his Hawk. It was the very Hawk that saved her that day four years back. Had it not brought Tristan and the others to her she would have surely died. She wrapped her cloak tighter around her. The hairs at the back of her neck stood on end at the mere thought of what happened that day four years ago. She'd been with the Saxons for about a year or so by them. She wasn't exactly sure. After all she's only been eleven when the kidnapped her from her tribe.
She shook her head and cleared it noticing that she was indeed on top of Badon Hill. She smiled and sat down. It was time to meditate on everything and yet nothing at all. It was a time to reflect and be grateful for what she had in life. She missed a dear friend of hers but mourning just didn't not seem right to be doing. A boy she had looked up to like a brother growing up was gone. A battle between tribes had taken his life. She had tried to save him but nothing she did helped. In the end he died in her arms. The look on his face was what came into her site as she closed her eyes to start meditating. A look that in the weirdest of senses said that he loved her. She knew that she had smiled down on him and told him all would be alright. It was the only comfort she could give him as he slowly faded away. He at least had not died in pain as she elevated that at least.
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Post by Galahad on Jan 7, 2011 6:04:55 GMT -5
It was cold, to damned cold for Galahad’s liking but that did not stop him from the task at hand. Not today of all days. He had almost lost count of how many trips he had made to Badon Hill over the years, each trip for a different friend but all just as important as the other. He knew the other Knights tried to forget, to move on but there was something that Galahad could not forget, or perhaps he did not want to. Those that he visited, whose bodies lay deep beneath the ground were once his friends, his brothers in arms. They had trained and fought beside him and in the end they had died beside him. Even though they had all been gone many years he could not forget their faces and would not forget them. They were his brothers in this life and the next and he owed them his life. He could not forget them and thus every year upon the different days of their death he would make the walk up to their graves and say a prayer to the gods for their souls.
This day, like so many before it was far too cold and Galahad had the feeling that it would snow later. He was making his way back from the graves of his brothers when he noticed a young woman standing upon the hill not too far away. Curious as to what she was up to Galahad approached.
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Post by Pandra on Jan 7, 2011 6:15:14 GMT -5
It took Pandra several moments to realize that she had company. She was caught up between the day she was found and losing her brother like figure that she had not noticed the approach of the other until they were almost next to her. She opened her eyes to see Galahad. She had not seen nor talked to him since that day at the gates. They happened to be bringing in that new soldier. She wondered what the other was up too anyways. She'd not had the chance to watch the Knights train. With the cold and trying to keep Helena in doors she's been very busy. Of course the four year old consumed much of her energy as of later. However she was glad that Helena at least listened to her.
She smiled at Galahad. "Are you here to remember as well Galahad?" She questioned with the voice of a angel almost. It was soft and sweet. There was a tender place in her heart for all the Knights that she came across. Many of them believed in the gods while many other Knights and soldiers believed in one god. In Pandra's opinion they were all looking to the same gods. One needed religion in a sense to sustain themselves. They needed something to believe in or disbelieve in. In all honesty mother nature would take them one day and they may come back again in another life or they may go to the Divine and be one with them. Life was a funny thing sometimes.
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Post by Galahad on Jan 7, 2011 19:07:17 GMT -5
When the figure turned Galahad could see that it was Pandra, the young woman whom he quite often saw about the fort. A small twang of guilt rushed through his body as he realised that he had not taken the time to speak to her since Gharvyd had arrived at the fort. It had not been his intention to ignore the young woman, just that most days Galahad found himself extremely busy between duties and training and missions and in the evenings he wanted nothing more than to rest and get some sleep. But they were both here now and as he stood looking at Pandra he could tell that she had been just as lost in her own thoughts as he had been. This place, Badon Hill, with the graves of fallen warriors and the memory of such a fierce battle held many memories for all – all different, but all very powerful.
“Remember old friends” Galahad said softly as he nodded his head, his dark curls falling about his tanned skin. Instinctively he shuddered, it was too damned cold and he wrapped his cloak tighter around his shoulders.
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Post by Pandra on Jan 8, 2011 0:53:39 GMT -5
Pandra figured that life for her would end when death decided that he wanted her. She had escaped him once with help but she was not so sure that she could do it again. Though in some part she felt that death liked her a bit. It might have to do with the fact that she had seen so much of it and lost so much. She still had the tender and caring heart regardless of it all. She was in her mentors mind the best person to take over for him. Far less cold then he but just right for her job at hand. She'd be the first female in that position in her tribe in a very long time. She was watching Galahad as she thought wondering what he was thinking about. Being deep in thought with another seemed so well peaceful to her. It could be her upbringing however, that made her think that way. She was not upset with him for not talking to her since that day at the Gates. He had his duties as well and the right to sleep.
Her mind went back to the battle at Badon Hill. She had not seen it persay. She had been rescued after it because the Saxons figured her to be dead after the beating that they had given her before the battle and the fact that she had in a sense been at battle and wounded though she could not recall exactly what happened nor had anyone told her really that state in which she had been found. Only that Knights that had come to find her knew exactly how she looked. However this hill held so many memories for the living a the dead. Why it came to be a place of rememberance. "A bard that comes into my tribe once said that...A man who forgets those who died with him and for him...Is a very sad and cold hearted man indeed. For he knows not the truest form of love and brotherhood." She wasn't sure why she was stating philosophy but it seemed so right at the moment. They were both remembering old friends.
She pulled her cloak around her tighter as it got a little colder. "I don't know if I'll ever get used to how cold it is. I'm used to the cold and the snow in my beloved Gaul but its at least not as chilly as this. Though the winters snow is so beautiful." She was after all a lover of nature. Rain she prefered more but snow had its qualities as well. "Come sit by me. What news might you have of our friend Gharvyd.?
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Post by Galahad on Jan 8, 2011 1:21:29 GMT -5
Galahad stared at the young woman, amazed that such wise words came from such young lips. She seemed to be far wiser and smarter than her young years gave her credit for, although from what the Knight had heard she had lead nothing but a difficult life. She had been left for dead by the Saxons – heartless bastards without soul or care for others. Yet for someone whom had faced great pain she seemed to harness nothing but love and care for others. Galahad never remembered being that wise when he was younger. Rash, impulsive, angry at the Roman’s, fighting against every order thrust upon him. At Pandra’s age he was in the battlefield, wielding his daggers and fighting for his life. How cruel time could be sometimes to take the innocence of youth. It seemed that no matter where one was or where they were from time always found them and took as it pleased.
The knight nodded at Pandra’s words, his cloak providing him with some protection from the approaching cold. He hated the winter, always had and probably always would. The only joy was to be sitting by a warm fire and a strong drink… and if he got lucky a beautiful woman. “I do not like the winter” Galahad commented, “I have spent to many missions out freezing in the winter nights wondering if I would ever return to the fort alive.” It was a harsh reality, but a true one.
At Pandra’s offer to sit Galahad found himself nodding and he took several steps forward, coming to stand by the young woman. Quietly he sat, stretching his long legs out in front of him – glad that today he was wearing breeches and heavy boots. He shifted to get comfortable, his cloak wrapping even fighter around his frame.
“Gharvyd is well. He is a good fighter, one of the best that I have seen. I think he will fit in here well.” The brunette said with a firm nod.
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Post by Pandra on Jan 8, 2011 3:05:02 GMT -5
Pandra tried to remember all the words of wisdom that she was told. She was well versed enough to make a living as a bard as well. However she choose not too. In a weird sense she choose death ceremony and all things related. She was in her short time a warrior as well though not many in her tribe veiwed her as such. She was after all Diplomat to Briton. She had not lost her ways and she would always remember where she came from. Her tribe was in a sense and odd way proud of her. However her life differed so much from Galahad's. What little she did know of the Knights, she knew that they were taken young. Galahad was fighting at the stage of life she was at. He made it through it all but all he knew now was the slight peace that had had after the Battle of Badon Hill and the life of a Knight. She would take any offer or marriage from any soldier save for Roman really. For she knew, being part of a warrior tribe, that man such as the Knights needed a place to lay their heads at night with someone that loved them.
Sure a majority of them slept around. On one side she was not to fond of that but on the other she could see the half logic in it. She was broken from her musing by Galahad's words. "I can understand that. For winter is a cruel season and yet peaceful at the same time. For it gives rise to freshness in the land as it melts away in the spring sun." She gave him a small smile and watched as he sat down next to her. He seemed to be more relaxed that way and she rather liked it when people were just sitting around being people. Sure he was still a Knight and she a Druidess and servant but behind all of those titles they were human beings. Yes she was wise for her age but she could be naive and the wiseness in her tribe seemed to get her stares of unfavor for any aligiable bachleors save for one that could not voice his opinion now for death had taken him.
She looked up at the sky watching the clouds gather. A soft rain began to fall on the two as they sat. Sooner or later they would have to move their talk in doors but for now the soft rain made her smile. She looked back at Galahad as he began to speak of Gharvyd. "I am glad. I do hope he is adjusting well." She smiled a little brighter at Galahad. "Galahad there is something I have been wondering...I know it might sound very personal but why is it that some of your fellow Knight sleep with different people every so often. I have heard rumor about the town of one or the other laying with one or another. It just baffles me is all." She was confused about it really. As she stated before she saw half logic in it but she was curious.
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Post by Galahad on Jan 8, 2011 3:36:11 GMT -5
Galahad looked upwards, squinting his eyes as a light rain began to fall silently from above. He blinked for a moment, several soft specks falling upon his cheeks. The rain, especially this light, did not bother him so much anymore. In fact he barely noticed it now days. The heavy rain, the type that whipped and tore at the skin as one tried to ride for cover, that was the type that he hated the most. The rain that would soak you to the bone and even after hours sitting in front of a crackling fire you would still feel cold and damp.
Hearing Pandra’s words the brunette turned to look at the young woman and for a moment he could not quite comprehend what she was saying, his mind having drifted off to his own private thoughts. But then as she continued to speak he blinked and as the realization dawned upon him a faint red blush swept across his cheeks. Why did the Knights sleep with multiple women?! Galahad coughed, his hand appearing out from underneath his coak to run through his dark curls.
“I.. uh… are you asking me why I have slept with different women?” He asked, brow furrowed in confusion.
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Post by Pandra on Jan 8, 2011 3:51:31 GMT -5
Pandra had gone off to her land of musing. She was thinking again about the one guy that apparently according to her mentor had caught her heart. There was only one other at the moment and that was Tristan but he held her heart in a different way then a marrying thing. Tristan was a father figure and a protector. Much like her mentor. The Knigths were the only male figures in her life. As the men of her tribel did not care much to help her mother and her mentor being the only one to take her in and care for her like a father did for their daughter. Tristan was much the same but in a different light. Pandra was happy that the more you loved the more love you got in return. Jaded about life or not she would not let her heart grow cold because it would not suit her at all. Danick's face popped into her head and she closed her eyes to make the image leave but it did not do as she wanted it too. She was not fond of the word grief or even the word mourning but she figured that was what she was doing in her own weird sense of the way. She was taught that death was another journey and if those you allowed to pass on came back to you it was because their business was unfinished in some sense. They would pass as soon as they were content with the memories they had left behind and those that cherished them.
She shook her head. So many things running through it made her want to empty it out once more. She took a calming breath and then let it out clearing her mind and smiling at memories that passed in front of her eyes from her childhood. She was brought out of that musing by Galahad who was responding to her question about the Knights sleeping around with different women. She gave off a soft giggle as she realized that yes indeed she was asking him why he slept with different women. "Yes...why do you sleep with different women?" She didn't really want to see the confusion on his face. It would be the second time she's made him a bit confused either by her words or actions. She really needed to stop doing that.
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Post by Galahad on Jan 8, 2011 3:57:34 GMT -5
“Because I like women…” Galahad stated simply, still rather confused by Pandra’s question. He had a worrying feeling in the depths of his stomach as to why she was asking him such a question and he hoped it was not because she held any strong feelings for him. Galahad’s feelings lay with another a beautiful blond whom it seemed did not want his affections. And if he were honest with a second whose graceful dancing had captured his attention and kept it hold.
Galahad shrugged and tucked his hand back under his cloak, turning to look out across the battlefield. “Who would wish to marry a man who was a slave to Rome? Who put their life on the line every time they rode out of the fort? I had nothing to offer a woman, nothing more than myself and my meagre possessions.” Galahad sighed softly, “I enjoy the pleasures a woman can give… their touch, their smell, their warmth at night…”
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Post by Pandra on Jan 8, 2011 4:17:15 GMT -5
Pandra listned to his answer. That was simple enough. It would relate to what she guessed was the answer for all the nights. Pandra was not in anyway taken to Galahad. Yes he was a handsome Knight but she had not given her heart to anyone really. The one that held it in her tribe in a sense had died in her arms so that as close the love of a man she's gotten save for those who had found her after the battle. Still it was different love from the love she wanted to give a man. She was not sure who held her heart that way. She however fancied the both Dragenot and Gawain in teh was of trying to gain their attention to get to know them a little more. Galahad was sure to have those her had taken affection too. She could not hope to be one of them for any of the Knights really. Though a girl could dream could she not.
"I would not understand anyone who would not want to marry a man that put their life on the line to protect others including all that he does have. Galahad I come from a warrior tribe. The Warriors are something that is valued in my traditions. I can not grasp why that matters at all. As for being a slave to Rome...many were that yes but you all are great men. There are no ill feelings least in my mind for that. You have love you can offer a woman..." It was odd that she was voicing that opinion to anyone. Her opinion on what she fancied was not what she was aiming for but it was alright with her. Then he went on to say other things that made her blush. "Uh...thank you for the insight Galahad. I take you fancy one or two a little more then the rest?" She could be wrong and that would be the first time but this was going into the land of awkwardness and at some point she'd need to pull them out of it.
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Post by Galahad on Jan 8, 2011 4:28:42 GMT -5
The difference was that Galahad was not a warrior by choice; he had been made into one. His father had hoped for a peaceful life for him although he probably knew just as Galahad’s mother did what their sons fate would be. He took to fighting like breathing because his will to survive and live was far greater than the hopelessness that swirled in his belly. Warriors may be praised with Pandra’s people but Galahad was no warrior. A knight perhaps, but he killed not for his own pleasure.
Galahad could not help but laugh at the blush that he saw sweep across Pandra’s face. He was not sure how much personal interaction she had had with men and wondered silently if his… detailed words had embarrassed her. If she had not been with a man certainly she would learn soon enough. She was young and beautiful and every man within their right mind enjoyed a beautiful woman!
“There might be one… or two that I like a little more than the others” The brunette said with a shrug, trying to play it off as though it were nothing. One woman whom seemed not to return his affections and another who seemed to enjoy toying with his interests. Women, whom could ever understand them?
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Post by Pandra on Jan 8, 2011 4:40:22 GMT -5
Pandra has not been bred like most girls in her tribe. She'd been taught how to do things for herself and not need the help of a man. She wasn't even sure how to fight for the affections of a man or toy with their minds. Though something told her she did not have to do much to toy with their minds but that was not like her. In all honesty the sixteen year old meant no harm by what she said to others or by her beauty. As a matter of fact she didn't see herself and beautiful. She had scars though she hid them from her time with the Saxons and her brains seemed to not be something that a man favored least not her in tribe anyways. She shook her head trying to get those thoughts out of her mind and think of other things.
Galahad and all the Knights and soldier were warriors to Pandra. They may not have been born into the life style like those of her tribe and some may not have choosen it but they were none the less. A woman could love a man because he is willing to die to protect them and those around them. Sure some women wanted luxury but were love came in the picture things seemed to not matter so much. She's been at many marriage ceremonies in her sixteen years and she had seen those couples at least some have children. There was love within those homes though they had not much to spare but food and the warmth of hospitality. They went to fight to get more of what they needed and each man had his duty and so did each woman. She grew up in a drastically different lifesytle from the Knights. It mattered not to her though.
She nodded her head when Galahad answered the last of her questions on the subject. She wasn't sure what to say. "Do men only care for beautiful women or is there something more that goes with that beauty." It was safe to say that Pandra was completely clueless in the prospects of love and bidding for affections.
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Post by Galahad on Jan 8, 2011 4:49:07 GMT -5
There was a great deal that Galahad liked about women, more than just their beauty! But much of that was kept behind closed doors and not something he wanted to share with Pandra, especially if she was not well versed in the lust of men!
“Beauty is an added bonus” Galahad said with a playful wink in Pandra’s direction. Of course a beautiful woman would catch the Knights eye; a beautiful woman would catch any man’s eye! But once he began to speak to a woman, to get to know here there was far more than beauty which drew him in. “I like a woman who can think for themselves. Who knows what they want, who is not afraid of this life. A woman who is accepting of the scars upon my body and of the man that I am.” Again Galahad shrugged, he was not perfect, he knew this. He had flaws like any other man, scars that littered his body from years of battle, nightmares of slaughtered faces… he needed a partner who would understand this. One he could laugh with, who would always speak her mind and challenge him. A strong woman.
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Post by Pandra on Jan 8, 2011 5:12:43 GMT -5
Pandra to say the least was not well versed in love. It complicated things when your father died when you were young and your mother sortly after. When you had someone like Aberth her mentor raising you. Most people in her tribe were afraid of the Druid of death but her mother had not been and neither was she. He however was not versed in the ways of raising a young girl. He raised her the best he knew how with little help from any woman much like her mother had little male help when she was merely a tot. So lessons that mothers would teach their children or fathers would teach their daughters never got to her. She had played and wrestled with the boys but also knew when to be silent and observe. She was mostly silent and observent really. Aberth treated her like a student and someone he would protect. She loved her mentor and he her but that was not a help when it actually came to boys. Most ran off because of Aberth anyways. Or rather because of the things that she and Aberth could do. The fact that they were close with death.
The only boy that never ran from them was Danick. He was a few years older than she. He took his manhood ceremony years before her and became a warrior like his father and so many of the men in the tribe before her. It was his third battle out that he was so gravely wounded. By the time he was back at the village there was not much that healers or Pandra could do. He had called for her to be his healers. He knew he didn't have long and in a sense needed her comfort. The reliefe from pain and comfort was what she had given him. She had sung a tone her mother used to sing to her as he lay dying in her arms. She shook her head and closed her eyes getting the image out of her mind. It was better to think of the fun times you had with those around you that died then mourn on the loss. It was how a Druid of death must work. At least you didn't show the signs of grief or mourning even if you were.
Galahad's voice brought her back to the present. She was glad to hear the beauty was indeed and added bonus at least to him. He went on to describe what he wanted in a woman. A few of the things she could do and a few she could not. She was sure she was not a strong enough woman for him though she did speak her mind and would be able to challenge him. She was not afraid of this life and she could very easily accept his scars. She gave him a soft smile understanding at least what he looks for. She was now a bit brave enough to ask another question. "Would you know what Dagonet or Gawain look for in their women?" It was a far shot but worth a try. Gawain was afer all Galahad's best friend.
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Post by Galahad on Jan 8, 2011 6:13:28 GMT -5
“Gawain?!” The question completely took Galahad by surprise and the expression on his face reflected as much. His eyebrows shot upwards towards his brow line and his blue eyes widened. The Knight had to do his best not to chuckle… so this is what Pandra’s questions had been all about, Gawain! He could have slapped himself; the women always went for Gawain! Like a moth to the flame they seemed to prefer the blond lion over any others… well perhaps save for Lancelot!
“I.. uh…” Galahad had to pause, trying to compose his thoughts so that he would not say anything inappropriate to Pandra. Gawain just liked women! Short, tall, younger, more mature, and he especially liked women that were adventurous and bold in the bedroom – not that he would tell the young woman next to him. “I think Gawain likes a strong woman also” Galahad finally settled on saying. “A woman that will love him, settle down with him and give him children. I know he wishes to have children one day…”
Galahad shrugged not sure what else to say. He had lost track of how many times a woman had asked him about his best friend! Always for the blond lion! “Dagonet I… Galahad paused trying to think of the type of woman that Dag would like. Gods he had known the man most of his life and he was just as much of a mystery as Tristan was. Dag did not like to talk and when he did it was only about matters most serious to his heart. Galahad could only guess at the type of woman he liked from the few times he had ever seen the older man with one.
“I think he just wants a woman that will love him, accept him for who he is… I cannot tell you for sure, no one really knows Dag except Bors…”
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Post by Pandra on Jan 8, 2011 15:13:39 GMT -5
Pandra noticed that Galahad was indeed surprised she was asking about Gawain. She wanted him or Dagonet or, well even as her mind thought of it Gharvyd, to be those she tried to get the affections of. Here she was treated a little kinder by the men then in her own tribe. It might have been because her mother raised her to have a strong wit and a strong will. It was her mothers wit that had gotten her father strange enough. Though at the time they married her father was taken with her beauty as well. She missed her mother and father dearly but she had been so young when they had passed. She only had a few short memories that even with time were slowly fadding from her but she did her best to keep their memories alive within her. He mother kept a journal wihch she was glad of and she held that in her possesion. One of the few things she had of her family really.
He mind traveled back to Galahad wondering why he was so surprised at the question. He was after all Gawain's best friend. So he should know something, right? She was sure now that the Knights liked many women for things she didn't want to get her head around at the current moment because well she was clueless in that department. She was sixteen after all. How much of it was she truly supposed to know at this age? She listened as Galahad told her what he thought Gawain would like. There was that word strong again. Pandra did not think she was strong enough a woman to be fit for the Knights but that didn't stop the sixteen year old from wanting to try to gain their affections in more then just the protective stance they had of her. At least know she knew also that Gawain looked for someone the settle down with and have children with. It made perfect sense to her.
Galahad could not say much about Dag though. It seemed he was as elusive to his fellow men as rumors of how he was with the ladies. She's only heard a few of the silent Knight. Tristan probably being the second one that not many knew much about. Galahad however gave her another she could talk to about Dag. She also knew that Dag had an adoptive sun and was tender to those that were children. He was a good father in her eyes to Lucan. She smiled at Galahad finding a way to bring them out of this dicussion. "Thank you Galahad for the insight on to the both of them." She looked back up at the sky as the rain began to fall a little heavier now but not hard enough to cause much more then getting a little more wet. It was starting to freeze though. She could see a few snowflakes beginning to fall. Nature was a wonderous thing.
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Post by Galahad on Jan 8, 2011 22:10:09 GMT -5
Galahad just shrugged when Pandra thanked him for the information about Gawain and Dagonet. Honestly he was not sure what to say since he did not know how much… experience the young woman had with men. Gawain was adventurous and loved to drink and laugh but he always followed his heart and what he believed to be right. Dagonet was… he was just Dagonet always had been and always would be. Quiet, reserved but when he spoke everyone stopped and listened. He was a good father and a kind man and perhaps he would be more suited to Pandra’s interests.
The brunette nodded at Pandra’s question. Nature was a funny thing, it would be both beautiful and cruel and at times both at once. Galahad looked out watching as the first tiny snowflakes began to fall. They would have to return to the fort soon otherwise run the risk of getting stuck out here if the weather turned for the worse. The snow itself was beautiful, tiny white specks falling from the sky hiding the horrors of the battlefield and the blood that had been shed as though covering it with a pure white blanket. Yet if it turned and the weather grew worse there was always the possibility that one could be stuck out in the harshness and find their death. There was a fine line between enjoying the beauty of nature and succumbing to its cruelty.
“It is beautiful” Galahad agreed softly. He turned his head slightly to look at Pandra, “you are from Gaul did you not say?”
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Post by Pandra on Jan 9, 2011 3:51:26 GMT -5
If Pandra was true to herself. She longed to have the love of a man. She longed to feel the love that she saw so many others give. She didn't not want to just merely fool around with a man. As a matter of fact she really didn't want to do that. She just wanted the love of a man. Of course Pandra at times would not admit that and figured she'd not have it as she was too open minded. She was also too much of an outcast in her own tribe. Still one man had loved her but like her not known how to voice it until it was too late and the cold and yet warm hands of death took him away. She had been thinking more on the matter lately. She couldn't help but want it. She's been content with thinking that she could not have it until Danick had said what he did before he died. She shook her head. She held so much respect for the Knights that she was not sure how to act on either of the ones she fancied. Galahad's words had helped some but she assumed she needed a females knowledge on the subject as well. She had been without a mother figure up until she meet the Queen. She shook her head yet again. She would think on it all later.
Galahad finally answered her questions about nature. It could be cruel and they would needed to head in soon but she wanted to stay just a little longer. The snowflakes were getting bigger and the wind was picking up a bit. It would start snowing shortly and they would have to move quickly but still she didn't mind. She would wait until the last possible second. She took a deep breath in and then she heard his question about where she was from. "Yes I am from Gaul" She missed her home from time to time. It didn't matter that most of the tribe now only saw her as good for death ceremonies and diplomacy. At least they finally saw her as something as opposed to the orphaned girl of a crazed female. She shook her head and gave a smile to Galahad as she stretched out her hand to catch a few snow flakes on her palm.
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Post by Galahad on Jan 9, 2011 4:19:14 GMT -5
Galahad watched as Pandra stretched out her slender hand from underneath her cloak. Her skin was beautiful and he tilted his head to the side as he watched several small snowflakes flutter down and land almost perfectly upon her palm. It was a beautiful sight, simple yet beautiful.
“And what is Gaul like?” The Knight asked curiously. Galahad was curious by nature and he honestly did not know much about the young woman sitting next to him, other than that she cared for Arthur’s daughter and that she fancied either Dagonet or Gawain! Sitting here with the snowflakes falling would be a good opportunity for Galahad to ease his curiosity and find out more about Pandra. “I know nothing of your country… perhaps I may have ridden through it when I was taken from Sarmatia, but that was nineteen years ago and a time I wish not to dwell upon.”
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