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Rain. Oh how she was tired of all this rain. The day had seemed like it would be dry when she left the safety of the cliff, taking only three men to accompany her. Cynric told her not to go out, but she had been cooped up in her room for far too long and needed to stretch her legs or she'd rip someone's throat out. Preferably her brother's since he was the one who'd been keeping her confined to her room. Didn't want his baby sister to go out and get herself hurt. He was doing it because he cared, please! She knew he cared but for god's sake, she was going mad just sitting in her room reading boring book after book!

So she'd been a little rebellious when she left, but then sometime round mid-morning the rain began. It wasn't much of a bother, just a light sprinkle, but as she ventured farther and farther it started to pick up. It was so heavy now that the men she'd taken with her were starting to get frightened. They'd be killed mercilessly by Cynric if he found out that his youngest sibling had gone so far away from the cliff. Not to mention the death sentence would be even worse, should she get sick or hurt while they were supposed to be watching out for her.

"Please, milady, can we return to the camp. If your brother were to..." Kendall turned to look at the shaking man, a glare in her dark eyes as she looked him over. "Soldier, if you don't shut your trap this instance I'll leave you out in this rain to die myself." she hissed, disgusted with how easily he was made to be a coward. She was in no mood for pity or mercy with this wretched rain blowing her slightly good mood away. After affirming that there would be no more pleas to return to safety, she continued on trail she was following through a dark forest, letting her black mare pick the pace.

After several minutes later of listening to the three mens chattering teeth and shaking armor, she sighed and signaled for them to halt. "Alright, we're going to head back. This rain doesn't seem like it's going to let up anytime soon." she announced, pulling her mare around and waiting for the others to do the same.

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❧ Tags; Open to anyone
❧ Notes; Was listening to Blow Me Away by Breaking Benjamin while writing this--so you know.
❧ Credits; Let the credits roll! Everything was made by Liebe at Caution.

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[Alowyn]

Giving the leather reins a gentle tug, Alowyn waited until her black stud had slowed to a stop. Turning around in her saddle, she looked behind her back, looking around cautiously. She was no longer at Hadrian’s Wall, she was in Saxon land. The same land that she used to call home, until her father’s death. But now, she was unwelcome by most Saxons, including her cousins, with the exception of Kendall. The two girls had grown up together, and in more ways than one, were like sisters. Kendall was the only person Aly completely trusted, and it was a pity she didn’t get to see her very often. Sure, she would send Wryn, her falcon, letters to deliver to Kendall. Reading a piece of paper was not the same as seeing them in person though.

Once she had made sure that no one was following her, Alowyn squeezed her legs, sending Bron forward. Alowyn was taking a big chance just by coming here. She had struck up a deal with Arthur about defeating Cynric, and reclaiming her throne. But if one of his spies spotted her, and word got back to him, she was pretty sure he would think she was a spy for Cynric. Things were slowly getting better, and Alowyn was doing everything she could, to make sure it remained that way. It would be an understatement to say that if this little trip went bad, she would be mad at the world. Tilting her head back, Alowyn gazed up at the sky. It had already been snowing at Hadrian’s Wall, but the weather was different here.

The precipitation came down in the form of rain, but temperature was dropping. So, it wouldn’t be long before it turned into snow. The horse and rider duo rode for a hour or so, before Alowyn pulled the horse to an abrupt stop, as soon as she heard an strangly familiar voice. Pulling the navy blue cloak over her head, allowing a shadow to be cast over her face. Gripping her sword, Alowyn pulled Bron out into view, stopping him in front of the riders, one of them being Kendall. This was better than what she had planned. Maybe she wasn’t going to have to sneak into the Saxon camp after all. ”Send your men away, Kendall. I must speak with you.” Aly said, keeping her face hid, but allowing the engraving on her sword to be seen. Kendall would know who it was, just by reading the hilt of her sword.

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[Kendall]

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She studied the dreary forest around her, impatiently waiting for the three men behind her to be ready to start heading back to the encampment. Drumming her fingers on the pommel of her saddle idly, she glanced back at the three men behind her. "Hurry up or you three will miss supper." she said, promising to herself that the next time she went out she would just go alone. Honestly, she didn't believe she needed some stupid men to follow her around when she was quite capable of taking care of herself. After all, from the look of these three men, she was probably the more skilled fighter.

Turning back around, Kendall patted Ebony on the neck, muttering soft words of praise to the dark mare. Because she had been looking down she didn't see a strange horse and rider step out of the shadows in front of her. But she did hear the gasps of shock from the men and straightened in her saddle, dark eyes raising to see the cloaked figure. She silently studied the figure, eyes widening at the sight of the familiar sword in the rider's hand. "Stay where you are, solider!" she ordered to the man who had been moving to intercept the stranger's path to her.

"But mi'lady!" the men cried at the same time, fearing that if one of them wasn't between her and the stranger it would mean dire consequences for them. After all, should she die or be badly wounded while out and away from the encampment on their watch it would mean that they had failed at their job. Kendall nodded to the cloaked rider as the woman, as the voice revealed the person to be, ordered for her to send the men away. Turning to look at the soldiers she barked, "Well, you heard 'er! Ride on ahead for an hour, I'll catch up after we talk."

A glare stopped any retorts from the men as they quickly went around the two women and rode away. Once they were out of sight and hearing, Kendall smiled at the figure, "Quite an appearance, Alowyn. Nearly gave those poor men a real good fright." Looking her over, she was rather amazed that the older woman had been able to make it to these woods without being found out. Then again, not many ventured out this far into the country if they didn't need to. "What is it that you need to talk to me about that you couldn't send Wryn? Is it so important that you would risk breaking the precious alignment you have with that Briton man?" Then after a short lived debate, she jumped down out of her saddle quickly. Giving Ebony a few reassuring pats, she moved toward her old friend, looking to give the woman a nice warm hug.

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❧ Word Count; 481
❧ Tags; Open to anyone
❧ Notes; Um, I've got nothing to say.
❧ Credits; Let the credits roll! Everything was made by Liebe at Caution.

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[Alowyn]

Alowyn leaned forward, giving the war horse a gentle stroke, keeping him quiet, listening quietly to the voices. One of them sounded extremely familiar, and it only took a few seconds before the young lady placed it to a face; it was Kendall. But the other voices… well she didn’t recognize them, which was a good thing. That meant it wasn’t Cynric, Caetrin, or Adelmar. Alowyn didn’t like Cynric, just because of the fact that he had her crown. She definitely didn’t like Caetrin – the two girls were both head strong and stubborn, which wasn’t a good combination. And Adelmar, well he was just Adelmar, always the sibling that would side by Caetrin.

Lifting her hands, she grasped the hood to her cloak, pulling it over her head. Grasping her sword, Aly squeezed her legs, sending Bron forward, out into the open, and into the view of the Saxon group. She was right; it had been Kendall, and a few guards. Aly pulled both ends up her mouth up into a cocky smile, although it was hidden from view, whenever she heard the gasps of the soldiers. Tugging the reins, Bron sidestepped away from the soldier, while Aly pointed her sword at him in a threatening manner. ”You would listen to your Princess, if you had any sense at all.” Alowyn said darkly, watching the soldiers rode past women a short while later.

Turning around in the saddle, Alowyn watched the soldiers rode farther and farther away, before turning back around to face Kendall. Pulling the hood off, Alowyn gave Kendall a warm smile, listening quietly. ”That was what I was aiming for, Kendall.” Aly said, giving a soft laugh. Not really – scaring the soldiers was just a perk of the journey. The Saxon soldiers were the only ones, other than Kendall, that had seen her on the journey. Even then, they hadn’t seen her face, so she was safe, for the most part. She had rode Bron hard with haste, and with a reason. A few seconds passed while Aly continued to listen, before watching Kendall dismount from her horse.

Swinging her leg over the side of Bron, Alowyn lowered herself to the muddy ground, sliding her sword back into the sheath located of the side of her saddle. Lifting a hand, Alowyn gave the black stud a reassuring pat, before making her way to Kendall. She had really missed her good friend. ”That Briton man has a name – Arthur.” Alowyn said with a sigh, giving the young lady a warm hug, before pulling back. Brushing a strand of stray hair back, Aly looked to Kendall, before continuing on. ”I came to see you – I’ve missed you.” Alowyn paused for a moment, before continuing on. ”I’ve also heard whispers that Caetrin and Adelmar are plotting to over throw Cynric? Is it true?”

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She wasn't the least bit surprised when Alowyn threatened the soldier. The woman had always been head strong and stubborn, the time the two had been separated had obviously not changed her character in the least. In fact, the woman before Kendall was much the same as she remembered when they last were together. She still couldn’t quite believe that her friend was really here. And she’d been ready to brave sneaking into the encampment than to just come upon her in the woods. Though she supposes that was to be expected from such a strong willed woman as Alowyn.

Watching her friend pull the cloak off from covering her face, Kendall was struck with the noble beauty of the woman. Indeed it had been too long since she saw the smiling face of her dear friend. A sly smile graced her lips at Alowyn’s reply that she had intended to scare the men. She was sure it wasn’t really, but had it been her it would have been a good added bonus to such a long and tiring journey. As the other woman slipped from her horse as well, Kendall admired the unintentional grace that Alowyn moved in both putting her sword away and her walk.

“I know his name, Alowyn. I simply detest mentioning it.” she replied, a frown darkening her features as she returned the hug with less warmth than was received. To Kendall, the man who claimed to be the King of Britain was not someone she liked to talk about or hear about. Though out of all her siblings she may be the most forgiving and merciful, she could not forgive the death of her father. Yes, he’d been a cruel man but she had loved him just as much as Alowyn had loved her father. His death was a hard blow for her caring heart, and was unforgivable.

As she let go of her friend, she let a small smile appear at the mention of missing her. She too had missed the woman before her, and was delighted that she had come all this way to see her. Kendall had gotten so used to receiving letters from Wryn, that she was still a bit shocked to see her cousin. Sighing, she nodded at the mention of how her two older siblings were plotting to over throw Cynric. “Yes, unfortunately it’s true and they want me to join them!” scowling she shook her head at her siblings actions. “Cynric may not be the noblest of men, but if Caetrin was in control things would be even worse.” she said, glancing quickly at the blond woman then turning her gaze to the muddy ground beneath their feet.

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❧ Word Count; 458
❧ Tags; Open to anyone
❧ Notes; Meh, sorry if its a little all over the place, my mind was going a mile a minute.
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[Alowyn]

Alowyn narrowed her eyes, furrowing her brows, while she watched as a soldier made to move between the girls. From the whining she had heard while she had been hidden in the shadows, the soldiers didn’t seem much like ‘soldiers’. Either way, the young woman did not appreciate him trying to separate the girls; as if Alowyn would try to hurt Kendall. Within a few seconds, Alowyn lashed out with a warning to the young soldier, shooting a dark glare in his direction. She was wasting precious time dilly dallying with them. The only person that knew where Alowyn was, was Steffan, her younger brother. The rest of the men at Hadrian’s Wall thought she was out scouting, and expected her to be back by nightfall.

Once the men were out of ear shot and sigh, Alowyn turned back around to face Kendall, giving a sigh of relief. A short while later, the young lady stepped down gracefully from her mount. Alowyn had been raised with scholars that her father had held hostage. They taught her different languages, and how to be a ‘Princess’ if you wanted to say that. Her father had planned on her to act as diplomat when she was older, but little did he know that things were would take a dark turn. Even though she wished the situation was different, Alowyn still used what the scholars had taught her, to her advantage. Anyways, she had plans on becoming Princess, or Queen once again, and she would need that knowledge.

Aly lifted a brow, watching as Kendall’s features darken at the mention of Arthur. ”I’m sure you do.” Alowyn said simply, mentally adding ”but I don’t.” to the end of the sentence. Kendall now knew what it was like to have a father murdered. Cerdic had been ‘murdered’ by a man who was only trying to protect his people. Cerdic had murdered many people’s sons, and daughters, so it was in a way, like the saying – what comes around, goes around. Euric had been murdered by his own brother, and for the crown and glory of it. Aly would never forgive Cerdic, just as Kendall would never forgive Arthur. But then again, two wrongs didn’t make a right.

Tilting her head to the side, Alowyn listened as Kendall gave a sigh, before confirming that the rumors were true. ”You have to bring Caetrin and Adelmar down – tell Cynric, or.” Aly said pausing before gathering her thoughts together and continuing on, ”join forces with me. I could use another Saxon that I trust.” Kendall had a point – if Caetrin was in control, things would be even worse. If Alowyn could bring Caetrin and Adelmar down, then it was be easier to bring Cynric down. No, she didn’t have plans on killing them – just regaining her crown.

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Watching her cousin's graceful movements, Kendall was reminded of her deceased uncle. She'd been there when he was murdered by his own brother, her father. Because she was so close to Alowyn the sight had radically shocked her system. She knew why her father had done it, he wasn't the hardest person to read if you'd watched him carefully. From that time on she'd been pulled in two different directions. Alowyn was her best friend, and she knew that it was the girl's birthright to wear the crown. But her father wanted to wear it and at that moment had been the one wearing it. She'd only still been a girl then, had she spoken out against her father punishment could be swift and cruel. Even though she was his youngest daughter, she was sure that if she'd pushed him to give the Saxon crown to Alowyn he would have killed her.

Despite her father's actions, Kendall had tried to be as good a friend she could be to the fallen Princess, even while suffering massive confusion trying to stay in the good graces of both parties. That had been the most difficult time in her life, dancing between the two of them while trying to keep the peace. Though her father was dead and Cynric wore the crown now it was still a constant headache for her. Trying to be supportive of both Cynric and Alowyn. The problem of keeping her sister, Caetrin from taking the crown, and stopping Adelmar from following their sister like a lost puppy in her scheming only added to her headaches. Shaking her head, she tried to clear her mind of the past and present troubles of her small family. Though she was glad to actually be talking to Alowyn in person, there was a small part of her that wished she was alone and quietly riding through the woods to relieve built up tension.

Focusing back on Alowyn, she quietly listened to her words, mulling over them in her head. She completely agreed with the woman, she had to stop Caetrin and Adelmar for if she didn't who else would? Alowyn had enough to worry about with Cynric, taking on her other two siblings whom were banding together to overthrow Cynric was a whole different campaign. Telling Cynric about their siblings plot to overthrow him could go two ways, one good and one bad. He was more like their father, being the oldest he was the most influenced by him before the rest of them. "What do you mean join forces with you, Alowyn? If you want me to go back with you, I refuse right this instance." she said firmly, crossing her arms over her chest. "Besides if I were to leave, who would keep an eye on Caetrin and Adelmar? Without me to stop them, they could really come up with a good enough plan to kill Cynric." she continued on, mind racing a mile a minute.

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❧ Notes; I am sooo sorry!! I totally meant to come on and post the 2nd and 3rd but my mind was totally blank on what to write. Its slightly shorter than normal in terms of paragraphs, but I finally was able to squeeze out some muse. Again, terribly terribly sorry!!!
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[Alowyn]

Alowyn took a graceful step back, folding her arms across her chest as she watched Kendall quietly. Her younger cousin reminded her of Cerdic in a few ways, but she didn’t seem to be out for the crown, glory and blood shed, unlike her father. Kendall was the only one of the Cerdic’s children that she could trust, and was actually close to. The two girls had plenty of things in common – both of their fathers were deceased, they were trying to keep the peace, they studied together, and they were Saxon royalty. The two girls had also witnessed Euric’s death together. Euric’s death was like a stab to the chest – it had shocked her. She had always known Cerdic was greedy, but to go and kill his own brother? That was a different story. But as her father had always said to ‘This will make you a stronger person. Things like this happen for a reason.’

After Euric’s death, Alowyn was grateful to have Kendall’s support. As I said, they were in many ways, like best friends. Kendall was one of the few people Alowyn could trust. Aly only trusted Steffan, Kendall, and a handful of other people, usually the commanders of her army, and Arthur. A few years after his death though, Alowyn finally realized what her father had always meant by his saying. He meant that bad things happen for a reason, but as you heal, you grow stronger, and that strength will help you overcome worse things in the future. Thinking about it, Alowyn had a feeling in her gut, that this worse thing, was taking Cynric, Caetrin and Adelmar down. If Aly could take Adelmar down, than it should be a little easier when it came to down to dealing with Caetrin.

Adelmar was like a lost puppy following her around, and if you could split the two apart, well, that would be perfect. As for Cynric, Alowyn wasn’t entirely sure what to do. He had a young son that she could use to her advantage, but kidnapping him would make her as bad of as person as Cerdic was. No, she was going to eventually figure something out. Did she want to kill them? No, she just wanted her throne back. Lifting a hand, Alowyn brushed a strand of hair back, listening as Kendall spoke, and watching as the young lady folded her arms across her chest. Shaking her head from side to side, Alowyn gave a smirk, before speaking. ”No, I don’t mean for you to come back to Hadrian’s Wall.” Aly paused for a moment before continuing on, ”You made you’re opinion of Arthur quite obvious.”

Tilting her head back, Alowyn stopped abruptly listened to shrill bird call, before watching as Wryn landed on the saddle of her horse. Holding her arm out, the falcon perched on arm, watching Kendall intently. Turning her attention back to Kendall, Alowyn gave a slight smile. ”I meant for you to stay here at the camp, and keep an eye on things. Bring Caetrin and Adelmar down, that way I could try to talk to Cynric about the war.” Aly paused, stroking Wryn, before continuing on. ”This bloodshed needs to stop – it’s not doing anyone any good.”

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Kendall pondered all that she had told Alowyn, wondering if there was anything else that she could tell her that would help in keeping the peace. Finding nothing really else to report that could be of any use, she began to wonder what her cousin had heard about everything that was going on at the Saxon encampment. It certaintly would be interesting to hear what Arthur and his people knew about her people, especially about the ruling family. She studied the woman opposite her carefully, wondering how she would take a question asking about what her cousin had told the people she had made an alliance with. "Aly, this has nothing to do with keeping the peace, but tell me what exactly have you told Arthur about our contacts?" she asked exaggerating the man's name while her eyes watched the woman like a hawk to see how she'd react.

Kendall knew many things about what was going on with her people and the side of the war she was on, but she'd grown bored with her point of view on things. Since Alowyn was on the other side of the table, she didn't think it would hurt to hear about her enemies view on the subject. And really, it couldn't hurt for her to learn a few things as well rather than Alowyn just learning things too. Besides, the brunette woman was truly interested to know what exactly Arthur and his knights knew about their enemy. She could fully believe that her beloved cousin could have honestly told them nothing of how she relied on the youngest sister of the Saxon King for information of things happening in the Saxon encampment.

She never thought that Alowyn was out to kill Cynric or her other siblings, it would be against her moral code as well as personality. Yes, the fallen Princess could be stubborn about getting what she wanted, but the woman's father had not raised her to take revenge against those who scorned her. Euric's death had not been easy on the blonde but Kendall believed that such an experience would make her a much better ruler in the end. She smirked back at her counterpart in looks, having known that she would most likely say such a statement after her malicious comment about an ally of Alowyn's. Never bad mouth a friend of the woman's, unless you know how she will react. "Good, I simply thought I'd make sure you understood my standing on such an idea, should something akin to it ever try to worm its way into your pretty head."

Upon hearing a bird's shrill voice, her mirth filled watched as the beautiful falcon landed on her master's horses saddle. She truly envied the woman for having such a beautiful creature at her beck and call, but then again she did have a very useful wolf-dog waiting for her back at camp. She loved him dearly, and would never wish to trade him for another animal but she could still admire her cousin for having a truly beautiful animal. Nodding, she fully agreed with Alowyn's words. The best way to keep the peace was for her to stay and stop her two siblings plotting against their ruling brother. "Yes, I believe that would be best for you and me. I will talk with Adelmar about joining our cause, without the distraction of Caetrin and him, Cynric may be more open to speaking about things instead of looking over his shoulder for assassination attempts." Truly all the bloodshed was doing no good for all involved in the war, though things were grim in the hopes of stopping it with all that was happening so far.

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[Alowyn]

Alowyn pulled up lips up into a slight smile, shaking her head from side to side at Kendall’s inquiry, and the exaggeration of Arthur’s name. Kendall had made her opinion of him quite clear, but it wasn’t exactly worth getting into an argument over, so instead, Aly shrugged it off. Her younger cousin did have a good question though: what exactly had she told Arthur about the Saxons? ”Arthur only knows what I tell him, and at this point, it isn’t much.” Alowyn said quite simply, giving a shrug of the shoulders. That was the truth, well, for the most part at least. Alowyn had told him a little bit more than she was actually letting on, but he didn’t know how she was getting her information. Steffan and few of the others reported to Arthur as well, but she wasn’t entirely sure of what they told him. Alowyn glanced down at her hand, picking at her nail, before returning her gaze back to Kendall.

”He does know of Caetrin’s plot to overthrow Cynric though. And I’m not entirely sure of what information he has gotten from Steffan and the others.” Alowyn said, allowing a soft sigh to escape from her lips. Steffan, Aly’s younger brother, was following in his sisters footsteps. He had managed to gather a few spies for him that were in Cynric’s actual army. He also had a few spies in the rest of the sibling’s personal armies, but it was Cynric’s that meant the most. Alowyn had spent the past eight years, training her brother, and plotting alongside him. Well, she had actually spent more time than that, but they had only really focused on it whenever they left to go out on their own. The only reason Alowyn was so dedicated to her alliance with Arthur was one) she had been plotting to get her crown back for eight years, and now was the time to act, and two) the bloodshed needed to stop. Alowyn was tired of watching numerous, innocent people being killed, children losing their parents, and people being rendered homeless.

Alowyn knew what it was like to grow up without parents. Her mother had died giving birth to Steffan whenever she was five years old. So the whole the motherly influence basically went out of the door. Then Euric had been murdered – which was a knife to her heart. He was the only thing that really mattered to her, other than Steffan of course. So whenever Alowyn said no child should grow up without their parents, she honestly meant it. A few seconds later, Aly tilted her head back giving a soft laugh at Kendall’s remark. ”I’m smarter than that, my dear cousin. You, of all people, should know that by now.” Alowyn said, giving Kendall a playful smile. It wasn’t long, before the shrill call of Wryn caught her attention. Aly tilted her head back, searching the sky for her falcon, before watching at the beautiful bird landed on the saddle of her horse, and then moved to her arm. Turning her head, Alowyn watched Kendall, subconsciously stroking the bird.

A few seconds later, Alowyn’s fingers brushed across something of rough texture. Turning her attention back to Wryn, Aly unwrapped the leather string from the falcon’s leg, reading the note from Steffan, while still managing to listen to Kendall. Steffan had sent word that he was heading back to Hadrian’s Wall, and that he had gotten some more men for her own army. ”Adelmar follows Caetrin around like a lost puppy. So do whatever it takes to separate the two – that would make things much easier.” Alowyn said simply, turning her attention back to Kendall.

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Kendall moved her mouth into a tiny fraction of a smile, having rather expected such an answer from Alowyn. She knew that after her uncle's death, his daughter's trust became something that took a very long time to fully gain. It had taken her quite some time to convince Alowyn that she wasn't out to murder her and that she had been as shocked about the fate of her uncle as his daughter. Had she known what her father had been planning, she would have at least tried to talk to him for her beloved cousin's sake, but was sure it wouldn't have changed his mind much about his deed. "I expected as much, the veil between loyalty and betrayal is never as thick or thin with everyone." she mused, raising a hand to brush some loose strands of dark hair back behind her ear. She knew that she wasn't receiving entire truth, but she didn't mind that some things were left out. After all, it wasn't her main goal to receive information about the happenings of her enemy, though when she had good info she did sometimes use it to her advantage if only to stop unnecessary bloodshed.

She piqued at hearing about Steffan, news of how Alowyn's brother was wasn't often passed along but then again she only had to ask and a response would be sent. It wasn't surprising that the young man was aligned with Arthur, she'd be surprised if he wasn't since he was so very close to his older sister. "Steffan. I trust that he's doing well, then. I think I'll send him a letter the next time you send Wryn with a letter. It would be nice to have contact with my other lost cousin." she hummed, fingers dangling by her sides and playing with the edges of her cloak. Kendall chuckled softly at her remark about being smart enough to understand where she stood with the whole Arthur issue and other things. Yes, indeed she knew how truly smart the older woman was, having spent most her time with the girl when they were younger and things were good and happy.

It was slightly eerie as Alowyn stroked her beautiful bird, resting on the woman's gloved arm as she watched her. She remembered how the blond used to do something similar with her first falcon, long ago when they were still girls and nothing was wrong with the world. It used to make her curious about what it would be life is she had feathered friend too. But then after a few years of wanting a bird, she had found a lone wolf-dog pup and rescued him from being killed. Kendall's sharp eyes pricked as Aly took a letter from around the birds leg and read it, wondering who it was from and how the bird had found her master out here in the deep woods that none dared much to enter. "That bird seems to come in handy, do you think I could possibly train Ares to deliver things like Wryn?" she joked, grinning as she nodded to Aly's words.

She was already searching for ways on how she could get Adelmar to stop his following of Caetrin and start to follow her. He’d probably get on her nerves, but his alliance turned from their sister would weaken her plans to overthrow Cynric. And with her plans foiled, getting Cynric to try to talk with Alowyn and her allies would indeed be much easier. Such a task was going to give her plenty of headaches, Kendall was sure.

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❧ Word Count; 617
❧ Tags; Alowyn
❧ Notes; Sorry, would have posted something earlier but things have been a bit busy here. Ciao!
❧ Credits; Let the credits roll! Everything was made by Liebe at Caution.

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[Alowyn]

Artorius Castus only knew what Alowyn wanted him to know – and that wasn’t as much as she knew herself. She didn’t want to give him the ability to have the upper hand above her, in case things didn’t pan out like she had planned. If word got back to him that she had been visiting Kendall and Elrid, and he had all of the information – well, let’s just say it wouldn’t be a good situation. That’s not to say Arthur would do such a thing though, but at this point, Aly would have rather been safe than sorry. Her previous dealings with rulers, Cerdic and Cynric included, had no doubtly left a bad taste in her mouth. They had also left her with trust issues, which in all honesty, sucked.

Her uncle, someone that she had, at one point in time loved and trusted, had killed the only thing she had left, other than her brother of course. Her father meant more than anyone would ever know to her – he had been the only parental figure in her life, after all, her mother had died giving birth to Steffan. Watching her father’s death, was like pulling a rug out of from underneath her. She had to start over – learn how to trust again. At one point, Steffan was the only person she trusted. Luckily though, Kendall, Elrid, and a select few of others had worked there way back into her good graces. That’s not to say Alowyn didn’t trust Arthur though. If she didn’t trust him, then why would she give him information to help defeat the Saxons? It would just take a little bit before she completely trusted him and told him everything.

Alowyn pulled her lips up into a slight smirk at Kendall’s next words; she knew exactly how Alowyn worked. A few seconds later, Aly grabbed her cloak, pulling it tighter to her body. She was used to the cold, but she didn’t want to get damp: that was a good way for her to get sick, and that was the last thing she wanted. It didn’t take long before the conversation turned towards the subject of her younger brother, Steffan. Aly was sure he would like to hear from Kendall, after all, they had all been close in their younger years. He had asked about Kendall numerous times, but Alowyn had always been busy at the wall to really give him a clear answer, or give him enough time to write a letter to her. Lifting her hand, Alowyn brushed a strand of stray blonde hair back, tucking it behind her ear.

”He is doing fine – and I think he would be glad to have a letter from you.” Alowyn said, giving a slight pause before continuing on, ”I may send him down in my place, next time we need to exchange information.” Aly said, giving her younger cousin a smile. A short while later, Alowyn found herself reading the note from Steffan, before glancing at Kendall, the bird, and then back to Kendall. Aly was extremely lucky whenever she had gotten Wryn; the bird was her very own messenger, literally. It seemed as if she could find her, no matter where she was. ”Wryn is extremely handy.” Aly said with a soft laugh, giving the bird a fond stroke, before turning her attention back to Kendall.

”Possibly. It might take a little bit longer for him to deliver letters though.” Aly said, laughing at the thought of Ares delivering packages to Kendall. It wouldn’t be impossible to train him, it was just unheard of, and amusing to think about.

her outfit – look in the icons & a cloak, her horse, her falcon.