*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

[Athaid]

(oooh. She good)

(Oooh. She try. But she not always know the right words )

 

[silkiecuddles]

In his head Alfric is at home, cosy by the fire. He smiles slightly and rolls onto his side.

Seeing a long lump in the mud, Redd went to investigate. He stooped over the boy and nudged him with the toe of his boot. "Hello?"
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The servant, terrified of what Mariah would do if he returned empty handed, went from room to room in search of Peter and Jane. A maid told him they had each been seen leaving earlier that day, at separate times, each on their own horse.

Mariah paced her room, growing more impatient and mad by the minute.
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Linnet changed into a dry gown and laid down on her bed. Maud still hadn't returned, but Fawn had given her a glass of water to ease the headache.

 

[Athaid]

Alfric groans and his mouth falls open. Snoring slightly.

 

[silkiecuddles]

Alfric groans and his mouth falls open. Snoring slightly.

Redd rolled his eyes. The little urchin had fallen asleep? In the mud, in the rain? Redd nudged him harder, this time in the ribs with his heel. "Hey, get up, kid," he said roughly.

 

[Athaid]

Alfric mumbled something and then fell quiet again. The rain was falling harder now, and the light was dimming. A storm was stirring. Black clouds were slowly making their way towards the castle, swirling angrily above the distant mountains.

 

[silkiecuddles]

Alfric mumbled something and then fell quiet again. The rain was falling harder now, and the light was dimming. A storm was stirring. Black clouds were slowly making their way towards the castle, swirling angrily above the distant mountains.

Scowling, Redd hoisted the young man up onto his shoulders and carried him to a bench against the wall. "Wake up, kid!" He said loudly in his ear.

 

[Athaid]

Alfric was far away. Drinking warm milk by the fire, when suddenly he was brought abruptly back to reality. He jerks awake, screwing up his eyes to focus. Everything is still blurry and spinning and his head is throbbing. He shivers slightly as a cold breeze rushes past him. Grumbling something he closes his eyes, holding his head in his hand.

 

[silkiecuddles]

Alfric was far away. Drinking warm milk by the fire, when suddenly he was brought abruptly back to reality. He jerks awake, screwing up his eyes to focus. Everything is still blurry and spinning and his head is throbbing. He shivers slightly as a cold breeze rushes past him. Grumbling something he closes his eyes, holding his head in his hand.

"Drunk," Redd muttered. He slapped the young man on the shoulder; not hard, just hard enough to hopefully wake him from his stupor.

 

[Athaid]

"Stop" he groans, digging his nails into his skin.

 

[silkiecuddles]

"Stop" he groans, digging his nails into his skin.

Redd rolled his eyes. Useless. This man, clearly, needed something stronger than a punch on the shoulder. Giving up, Redd left the man sitting on the bench and headed for his room.