*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

[silkiecuddles]

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

"Fawn," she replied bluntly. "And I didn't scrawl it, I have quite nice handwriting actually," she chuckled.

 

[Athaid]

Alfric didn't recognise the name, confirming his suspicions that she was most likely a maid. "I'm sure you do." He replied, absentmindedly. "Unusual name."

 

[silkiecuddles]

Alfric didn't recognise the name, confirming his suspicions that she was most likely a maid. "I'm sure you do." He replied, absentmindedly. "Unusual name."

"Do you have anything positive to say while we're in here?" Fawn asked.
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The servant returned to say that Lady Fawn was not in her room, nor was she in the adjacent sitting room. Edmund nodded solemnly then dismissed the servant.

 

[Athaid]

"I said it was unusual, not bad." He corrected, feeling a slight pang of guilt. "Here, put another tissue on." He said, holding the torch out to her.

 

[silkiecuddles]

"I said it was unusual, not bad." He corrected, feeling a slight pang of guilt. "Here, put another tissue on." He said, holding the torch out to her.

"It's a handkerchief, sir, and I'm out. I only had the one," Fawn replied. As she said that, she bent down and picked at a loose strand on the hem of her gown, then gave it a good yank. With the thread gone from that particular area, she was able to make a small tear from which she yanked again. "But this should do," she wrapped the blue fabric carefully around the flame.

 

[Athaid]

Alfric moved the torch around in front of them, holding it up to the stout walls and low ceilings which wrapped around them like the belly of a giant stone snake. "Thanks." He managed to say at last, shivering slightly as a sudden coldness came upon him. "Do you feel that?" He whispered, backing closer to the wall.

 

[silkiecuddles]

"Feel what?" Fawn asked. She watched the areas that the torch illuminated, looking carefully for a seam.

 

[Athaid]

Alfric could feel his heart rate begin to quicken. "There." He whispered, gesturing for her to be quiet. A very light, cool breeze rushed along the floor - barely noticeable. He stared at fawn, wide eyed. "You feel it?"

 

[silkiecuddles]

Alfric could feel his heart rate begin to quicken. "There." He whispered, gesturing for her to be quiet. A very light, cool breeze rushed along the floor - barely noticeable. He stared at fawn, wide eyed. "You feel it?"

Fawn bent down and placed her hand on the floor. "I suppose we've moved up a floor or two without realizing it," she said, shrugging.

 

[Athaid]

"Moving up a floor or two explains the cold current of air?" He replied, still whispering. He cocked his brow at Fawn and shrugged. "Whatever you say."