*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

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Startled by the sudden appearance of the 2 strange men, Herja stood up to her full height, a beast of a woman. Scowling, she whipped her halberd to her front, unsure in this strange land as to how she should proceed. If she threatened these 2, would she frighten the soggy one? She was definitely not happy right now that she had lost her helmet in the swim to shore.
 
Unaware of what was going on above him Alfric mumbled quietly to himself. His voice was soft and frail, and shook as if he were on the verge of tears.
"It wasn't me... It wasn't me.."
 
India listened cautiously from a distance. So much had happened, and so fast. She kept her ears pricked and trotted gently through the grass, towards the large apple trees which she knew grew close by.
 
After several minutes of oohing and awing over the large orchard, Emilee weaved in and out, sighing over the pretty apples and picking a few. Daisy pranced behind her, stopping and waiting patiently for Emilee to drop of few apples into the baskets and give her one. The two went on like this for a good long time.
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Anna sat down in her rocking chair and picked up her knitting. She had built up the fire after supper, and now that all the chores were done, she could relax and finish the shawl she had been working on as a gift for Emilee. Emilee had been gone several hours more than expected, but she wasn't the least bit worried about her. If the girl could travel from one kingdom to another on her own, surely she'd be fine gathering a few bushels of apples by herself
 
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Motioning her chin towards the half drowned young man, Herja grunted. Furrowing her brow, she took a few steps away so as not to accidentally tread on him should she engage in battle. Her eyes followed the other official looking male scurry off after a brief conversation between the two, then she fixed her icy stare on the newcomer. She widened her stance slightly, brought her left arm forward to grasp the shaft of her halberd tightly, should she need to jab.
Her stomach grumbled loudly.
Herja blinked once, slightly embarrassed, then tightened her grip and gritted her teeth.
 
Since he retreated, she released her grip on one hand and slung the long halberd behind her, holding it over her shoulder to keep it at the ready without emanating too much menace. She did not relax her glare on the standing man. She did not like strange men pushing her out of the way to rip things out of her hands as she was working on them. She may be a warrior, but she was still a female, and he was still male.
 

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