*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

[silkiecuddles]

https://www.backyardchickens.com/a/verge-of-war-character-page

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(the owner has been gone a good while. How will you get accepted? Wait till she comes back to post?)

(Oh that's what you mean. I guess you'll have to wait till she pops in. One time she gave me permission to accept (or decline XD) forms, but I'm not sure if that still stands)

 

[Athaid]

"In training." Alfric quickly added. "So, you're some kind of maid, huh?" He asked, fiddling with a jar of dust sitting on the table.

(Thanks. I'll wait and see if she comes back )

 

[silkiecuddles]

"In training." Alfric quickly added. "So, you're some kind of maid, huh?" He asked, fiddling with a jar of dust sitting on the table.

(Thanks. I'll wait and see if she comes back

)

"There's a rather large difference between 'knight' and 'knight-in-training'," Fawn said with humor. "And no, I am not a maid. Maids don't come to fancy balls."

 

[Athaid]

"A year or two. Not much." Even as he said it he knew it wasn't true. A year or two was everything, the difference between a boy and a man. He sighed again and rubbed his shoulder. "So then who does?"

 

[silkiecuddles]

"A year or two. Not much." Even as he said it he knew it wasn't true. A year or two was everything, the difference between a boy and a man. He sighed again and rubbed his shoulder. "So then who does?"

"Apparently knights in training do," Fawn smirked, though, her back still to him he couldn't of seen it. She set the rag down on the edge of the bowl and looked for the salve. "Can you hand me that?" She asked.

 

[Athaid]

Afric picked up the jar and handed it to Fawn, screwing up his face in disgust. Not a maid.. Not a royal... Then who? "So..." He started. "Other than knights.. In training - who else would come?"

 

[silkiecuddles]

Afric picked up the jar and handed it to Fawn, screwing up his face in disgust. Not a maid.. Not a royal... Then who? "So..." He started. "Other than knights.. In training - who else would come?"

Fawn took the jar and opened, then carefully slathered a blob (<what a gross word) over her shoulder before answering. "People who have been invited come," she said.

 

[Athaid]

(Glob is even better)

Alfric sighed "I'm too tired for games." He snapped, slumping into the chair Edmund had first sat in.

 

[silkiecuddles]

(Glob is even better)

Alfric sighed "I'm too tired for games." He snapped, slumping into the chair Edmund had first sat in.

Fawn glanced over at him. She was hesitant to say anything more in case he used it to pry into her own history, but she was eager to know more about him. She closed the bottle of salve and returned it to the cabinet, then sat down on the table to wait for Edmund.

 

[Athaid]

Alfric frowned at Fawn, then closed his eyes and lay his head back against the wall.