*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

[silkiecuddles]

Alfric slowed his pace, he wanted to turn around and accept the offer, but he couldn't. Not now. "Try to keep up." He called back, quickening his step again.

Fawn rolled her eyes but quickened her pace to follow. "What's your name?" She finally asked once she caught up to him. .

 

[Athaid]

Alfric thought for a moment, glancing back at Fawn suspiciously. "James." He replied cooly. "You?"

 

[silkiecuddles]

Alfric thought for a moment, glancing back at Fawn suspiciously. "James." He replied cooly. "You?"

"Maybe I'll tell you when you give me your real name," Fawn said with a serious smirk. She glanced down at the flame to see how it was burning.

 

[Athaid]

Alfric turned quickly to Fawn. "What makes you think I'm lying?" He replied, trying to sound offended.

 

[silkiecuddles]

Alfric turned quickly to Fawn. "What makes you think I'm lying?" He replied, trying to sound offended.

"Oh, you know. Tense shoulders, you seem to be trying to hard with calmness, and you're not exactly making eye contact," Fawn explained matter-of-factly.

 

[Athaid]

Alfric dropped his shoulders and looked at Fawn. "Better?" He scoffed. "My name's James Cormack, check the guest list."

 

[silkiecuddles]

Alfric dropped his shoulders and looked at Fawn. "Better?" He scoffed. "My name's James Cormack, check the guest list."

"I wrote the guest list. There was no 'James Cormack' on there," Fawn replied.

 

[Athaid]

"Why would you write the guest list?" He asked.

 

[silkiecuddles]

"Why would you write the guest list?" He asked.

"Confirmed. You're not James Cormack," Fawn grinned triumphantly. "I was available when the list needed writing, that's why."

 

[Athaid]

"Alfric." He admitted, after a long pause. "What name did you scrawl down for yourself?"