*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

There was a sudden burst of light, dim light, but enough to make Alfric - who was finally beginning to adjust to the darkness - screw his eyes shut. Something was thrown towards him and landed heavily beside him, over the rushing in his head he thought he heard something like a yelp, then a scraping of stone, then there was only darkness.
 
There was a sudden burst of light, dim light, but enough to make Alfric - who was finally beginning to adjust to the darkness - screw his eyes shut. Something was thrown towards him and landed heavily beside him, over the rushing in his head he thought he heard something like a yelp, then a scraping of stone, then there was only darkness.
Fawn let out a yelp of surprise as her shoulder banged into the cold stone. Groaning, she pushed herself up into a sitting position. As she placed her left hand behind herself for support, she felt something cold and clammy. Like a hand.
 
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Something was touching Alfrics hand, it was warm and soft (why is that so weird to write? :lol:), and felt a lot like skin. He quickly yanked his hand back and pushed himself into a sitting position. This time he swore he heard someone. "Who's there!?" He demanded.
 
Something was touching Alfrics hand, it was warm and soft (why is that so weird to write? :lol:), and felt a lot like skin. He quickly yanked his hand back and pushed himself into a sitting position. This time he swore he heard someone. "Who's there!?" He demanded.
(Ehhh)

Fawn yanked her hand back, and as she did so a shooting pain went up her arm. "I don't know!" She shot back. Only after saying so did she realize someone was asking her.
 
Alfric paused, listening. That was a woman's voice.. But who did it belong to?
He opened his mouth again to speak but couldn't think of what to ask.
"I'm me" He finally settled on, feeling instantly stupid after the words had left his mouth. He could hear breathing, and subtle hints of movement, but nothing more.
 
(No, it's not her talking. Something else XD plus he's not a smiley dude)

"Between the two of us, my sister taught me how to dance when I was quite young, and she kept me in practice till I came to Alnwick Castle to serve as a squire," Richard explained.
"Ha, well, that was nice of her." Arabella said, "I find it rather funny that she taught you when you were young. Most boys aren't interested or willing to do things like dancing."
 
Alfric paused, listening. That was a woman's voice.. But who did it belong to?
He opened his mouth again to speak but couldn't think of what to ask.
"I'm me" He finally settled on, feeling instantly stupid after the words had left his mouth. He could hear breathing, and subtle hints of movement, but nothing more.
Fawn bit her lip, trying to distract herself from the growing pain around her shoulder. "How long have you been in here?" She finally asked.
 
"Ha, well, that was nice of her." Arabella said, "I find it rather funny that she taught you when you were young. Most boys aren't interested or willing to do things like dancing."
"It was just the two of us, and she being older often had the say in our past times," Richard said in a slightly defensive tone.
 

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