*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

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CrazyChickLady7 said:
Gwen had been standing in the corner, absolutely bored. She had expected more from it. "I would love to dance." She said, flashing him a sparkling smile.

Peter couldn't find Jane, so he took the drinks to an empty table, and sat alone.
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William smiled and led her from the edge of the room. He hadn't actually seen the princess in years, due to his being out of the kingdom on business, so he was oblivious that his fair partner was she.

Linnet rose as soon as Richard was out of sight and went to fill her glass. After a servant filled her glass, she took it and walked outside. The large porch that was directly outside of the hall had been decorated with candles and flowers, but surprisingly no one was out there. Linnet walked down to the far side of the porch and sipped her wine while viewing the stars.

Fawn prepared to leave the floor, but Edmund insisted she dance the next with him. "There really isn't anyone else here who I would care to dance with more," he said honestly. Fawn tried to make excuses, but none of them he would accept until she agree to dance again.
 
CrazyChickLady7 said:
Alana jumped at the sudden click from the door. Quickly she scooted away from Edwin. "Thank you."
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Edwin didn't pretend to be pleased with the tea. He thanked Katrina and accepted a cup, but after only a sip he set it down.
"Your highness, ye may go if ye wish to. I'm sure their Royal Highnesses would wish ye to be at the ball," Katrina said. Edwin looked hesitant, but said, "Yes, I'm sure they very much would. But I have no desire to be there," he stated.
 
Once the stables of a large estate were within sight, Herja could feel the horse perk up. Her ears swiveled forward and she started trotting directly to her stall without bothering about the human on her back. Her first stop was the watering trough. She drank long, deep and hard. Herja realized this must be the horse's home, and very stiffly dismounted. As she did so, Herja could see the horse was definitely a mare for sure, and a real beauty. The mare, upon Herja's dismount, pinned her ears and squealed at Herja, swinging her hindquarters dangerously, but the mare was also tired, and didn't really want to fight. Both ladies were bluffing, but the battle was, for now, a stalemate. Herja didn't want to overstep her bounds or tire herself to the point of hurting herself, and the mare was overworked and refused to go any further anyways. Herja, even though the ride was clearly intense and her thighs ached like fire and quivered under her, knew that the right thing to do for this horse was to put her away properly. She didn't know where anything was, so she let the mare have her space, and show Herja where her stall was once she had gotten a drink. The mare loafed a little, but eventually wandered into a grandly ornate stall, already with a manger full of hay and a freshened bed of straw.
Since the mare was so wet with sweat, Herja wanted to make sure she would not catch a chill. This also gave her the chance to try bonding with the horse, but on the ground, the horse had a definite advantage. Herja looked for a halter of some sort to lead the mare, so she wouldn't colic. She needed to be cooled before resting or she could hurt herself, thought Herja. India had other ideas, and was done with people for the day, especially this one. India bobbed her head, holding it up high to make putting the halter on difficult, but she was hot and tired, so eventually Herja managed to get the halter on after a lot of dodging and coaxing. India did not want to move. Herja noticed that the mares breathing had gone back to normal and she was no longer puffing from her hard ride, but she was still soaked, so Herja tied her out, away from the manger. India was not happy with being denied food. She had worked hard, and was hungry! Herja knew that drinking too much and eating right after a hard workout can cause colic in horses, and colic can lead to death, so she had to cool the mare down before she could feel right about letting her eat. Herja had no idea where the grooming supplies were, so she simply started rubbing the sweaty horse down, massaging her and rubbing hard to loosen her muscles and cool the mare without causing her to catch a chill from the night air. India at first was very indignant, but the rubdown felt very nice, and after half-heartedly pinning her ears, she allowed it to continue. Soon, she realized that the better she behaved, the nicer this little person was.
 
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( I guess she's in Edinburgh stables.)
Still rubbing down the mare, Herja, in her tiredness, let her guard down with the horse a little bit. Sensing this, India took the opportunity to pin her ears back and quickly turn and bite Herja on the shoulder. She bit hard, drawing blood, as if to assert dominance. Herja immediately yelled, and smacked the mare on the nose with an open hand, letting her know that she was not only displeased, but that Herja would not let herself be cowed. India was so surprised that she didn't try biting again that night. She didn't like the smack, but it didn't really hurt. Sucking her breath in through her teeth, she looked at the bite, as blood started to flow. It wasn't particularly deep, but it still really hurt and would leave a scar. Herja realized that the yell might draw attention to herself, and decided that she needed to hide somewhere in case someone came to investigate. She could not help being annoyed at the poorly trained mare; she had never been trained, not officially. Glancing around, she saw a hatch to the hay storage in the loft, and made her way up, hastily throwing a little hay over herself. The mare was still tied, and almost dried, but not quite. She cursed under her breath.
 
silkiecuddles said:
A quiet chuckle escaped Jane. The tone suggested that 'John' was more than likely lying, probably not wanting to reveal that he was actually just some peasant who had snuck in disguised a nobleman. But, peasant or no, Jane didn't particularly care. As long as he was a decent dancer, meaning better than the man she had just danced with, all would be fine. "Well, it is indeed a pleasure to dance with you, sir. Or perhaps you are a 'lord'?" Jane grinned.
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Mariah cast a dark look at her husband, several chairs down and probably pigging out on the oddly exceptional food. She then looked Jephry over, debating about how to answer him and trying to identify anything about him, wether he was some hoodlum friend of the Alnwick family or a distinct lord she was acquainted with. Nothing suggested hoodlum, but nothing suggested wealthy and clever. No, she would not dance with him. Too risky. "I am not very fond of dancing," she stated with a smirk. She then looked about. "Perhaps that young woman over there is in search of a partner," she suggested. The young woman in reference was just then being led away to dance by an elegantly dressed man. Mariah's mouth formed an O.
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"Something like that" Cliffton nodded, beginning to get suspicious about who she was.

(Who is Mariah referring to?)

CrazyChickLady7 said:
Thomas choked on the tart in his mouth. "A shable boy?" He mumbled. "You're joking!"
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"No, you just...struck me as someone who either shovels out the horses stalls, or perhaps...scrubs the palace floors?" Cedric said seriously.

(Sorry guys. Been busy with school)
 
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MadamPoofyBrow said:
"Something like that" Cliffton nodded, beginning to get suspicious about who she was.

(Who is Mariah referring to?)
(Sorry guys. Been busy with school)
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(Just some random person :p )

Jane laughed lightly. "Well, for the record, I don't particularly care who you are as long as you aren't a murderer," she grinned. "And as long as you dance well."

(No problem :) Understood )
 

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