Fianna
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Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Post by Fianna on Nov 10, 2019 16:10:34 GMT -8
A road that meanders north and south through miles of mostly peaceful forest.
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Barthlomew Eads
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Nov 10, 2019 16:37:34 GMT -8
The damned horse had bucked him off backwards. An unusual thing but it had been spooked due to his own inadequacies. He’d been distracted and allowed Gem to fall prey to a sinkhole. From there the horse had tried to free herself and in the process he’d landed on the wrong side of the horse, which was the ground instead of its back. Gem had taken off with after having sorted herself not yet realizing his absence. The horse was never used to such hardship as he’d put her through.
He hollered after the creature and attempted to get up and follow but his leg gave out his ankle having twisted upon his landing. Gritting his teeth he hobbled over to a large tree sitting down before it. His breathing was long, deep, and heavy from the pain. His side was tender and would be bruised large splotches of heavy purples and yellows but for now simply hurt when pressure was applied. There was already swelling along the line of his leg in his knee and ankle. His knee would be alright within a day from the heavy hit but his ankle would take a few weeks to be in working order.
A few words escaped his mouth at his situation that weren’t polite for most company but they felt right for the moment. Gem would eventually return, the old mare had a way of making her way back no matter the circumstances, but until then he settled in against the tree leaning his head back and preparing to figure out his own splint but giving himself a moment to sit in his own misery at his failure.
Gem would charge through the forest the large mare’s wide hooves leaving a pattern that could be easily followed. She had carried with her his bow, his belongings, and all of his items to make camp or have executed a splint himself without ripping his shirt and he preferred to keep what little clothing he had on him intact.
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Fianna
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Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Post by Fianna on Nov 10, 2019 17:23:22 GMT -8
The sound of the gentle clip-clop of the horse’s hooves upon the ground mingled with the rustling of autumn leaves which danced upon little gusts of wind and the wheels rolling over the hard packed earth while the cart took her northward. Fia was tired after spending the morning doing her rounds in the nearby village and would have dozed a little… The sound of an approaching horse caught her by surprise, however, and she blinked as a riderless beast passed her. “Woah!” she said and tugged on reigns and her own horse came to a halt.
Lucky enough for her, the equine slowed and she hopped down from her perch to go to the horse. “Hello there… It’s alright…” She patted the velvety neck and took the mare’s reigns, drawing her toward the cart. She, of course, would investigate the situation, taking the runaway steed in the direction it came from.
Eventually, she found the marks and was able to follow them, leaving both horses on the road for the moment, hitched to a tree. Upon seeing the hurt man, she rushed over and knelt down. “I assume you are the one who belongs to the horse that just found me…” her voice was low, though not too soft spoken.
She was a pretty thing, her dark blue eyes peering down at the pained face, clad in a fine but sturdy gown and an even fancier cloak that meant she didn’t belong out in the wild, yet she didn’t seem to care if her clothing got soiled… especially when a man needed her help.
Fia moved over him, her hands skimming over his form expertly, pausing to feel for bumps and lumps… “I am a healer,” she said without preamble or introduction, “I need you to tell me where you feel pain if you have any.” She skimmed her hands down his legs, squeezing gently and releasing as she made her way to his feet.
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Barthlomew Eads
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Nov 10, 2019 17:35:59 GMT -8
A darker figure appeared from the shadows of the woods, and his horse, the blasted thing having brought back company. Company that offered very little explanation and rushed over to him. Her hands were down upon him before he could resist and he would greatly grasping them with a quick, “Woah there.”
Dark eyes met the same darkness his own brown but bright, his curled hair full of grass and a twig from his fall. He sported a months beard that fell under high cheekbones and did nothing to hide the firm jawline that rose upward at her presence. Her explanation forthcoming he would still be holding her hands if she did not resist giving her a slight joke, “You could at least have given me your name first so I know who’s taking to giving me such a pat down?”
His good humor was intact even if his leg throbbed the deep pain not quite as severe as a broken bone, and he’d broken those before, “Just my left ankle, and my knee,” he’d add, “Think I’m mainly just bruised but my ankle went about when I landed.”
He’d yet to explain how he got into this mess, or how he’d lost control of his horse, both of which weren’t the kind of things a skilled rider should do. His clothes showed wear from his riding as well, dark leather boots with intentions for the stirrups, his pants slightly thinner in the thighs, he wore a cloak that was tossed up underneath him with three clasps under his collar and openings for his arms and his quiver that was threaded through the back. He wore bracers that were tied on his forearms along the line of his wrists and a leather breastplate that was softer and molded to his chest. He wore forest colors, mixes of brown and greens, None of it seemed dangerous upon him as his bow had been strung over the horn of his saddle and his blades were tucked into the blanket to be out of view.
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Fianna
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Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Post by Fianna on Nov 11, 2019 21:03:53 GMT -8
He caught her hands and she blinked a few times, humor lost on her. "Oh... I am usually thinking about my patient before me," she said and left her hands in his for the moment. "I am Fianna..." She tugged her hands from his afterwards and went back to patting the affected knee, gently prodding. She stood and left him there for a moment so she could get her bag of healing.
She returned shortly after and knelt, producing a vial that she handed to him while saying, "This potion is made with feverfew and honey. It should take away the pain. Drink." Assuming he took her order/potion, she would wait for him to down it first, then would move to start working off the boot on the offending leg unless he chose to stop her again. If he wore socks, that one would follow suit with the boot. She examined his foot and said, "We must bare your knee so I can get a better look."
The lass seemed pretty straightforward with her actions... she was an awkward companion, however. She didn't seem shy of course, but it was just her mannerisms. It seemed already that she was commanding as a healer should be.
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Nov 12, 2019 6:49:18 GMT -8
"Bart," he replied to her introduction releasing her hands so she could get about her work, "It's a pleasure to meet you Fianna."
Being handed a vial from the strange woman who'd done nothing other than feel him up and attempt to undress him thus far which was quite different treatment from what he usually recieved at home. Settling on believing in good faith he'd rarely seen much of it in this world but this woman seemed kindly enough, when she wasn't stripping him and mumbling to herself. "Thank you," he would say raising it up as if he were toasting her before downing it. It was not unpleasant, but wasn't pleasant either, and he would cough once before setting it aside.
When she tugged at the boot it would slide off quite easily revealing thick wooden socks and calf muscles built from walk and travel. He'd keep his leg straight not flexing his knee allowing her to roll up his deerskin hides up past his knee. It was swollen but nothing out of place, his ankle was the same but the swelling there was aggravated and would require him leaving it be for some time, it needed elevated and splinted but while Bart was allowing her to begin to treat it now he would not follow whatever requirements followed after to heal it quickly.
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Fianna
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Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Post by Fianna on Nov 12, 2019 7:16:58 GMT -8
"Mhm," she murmured absently, then got her things ready to splint and bind his leg so he could go on about his business. "Likewise."
She had felt him, but she hadn't done it to be inappropriate, though she wasn't aware he seemed to be amused by it in some ways. She was used to being called odd because of her ways or being reacted to by people who she treated the same way as him... Of course she didn't care what they thought of her bedside manner because she kept doing the same thing. There was a detachment with the rest of the world she didn't really let people see, but it was there... a gaping chasm of disconnect... It didn't come from being a lady, which she should have acted like... Blushing and fawning after telling a man he should lift his pant leg... No, she didn't blush.
When she looked at his leg, she was satisfied that nothing seemed broken, and she said, "Just sprained. You got very lucky." She grabbed for bandages she had made from an old bed sheet and said, "Wiggle your toes for me if you will?" she asked while she was working to ready his bindings. Regardless of the outcome of him wiggling his toes, she began to wind the fabric around his knee a certain way, and then do the same for his foot and ankle. She didn't see the need for a splint if he was going to ride and not walk. "You'll need to stay off your foot as much as you can, and I will give you another few vials of potion for when the pain is bad."
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Nov 12, 2019 7:23:22 GMT -8
"Save them for someone who needs them," he would advise her as far as the potion went. Pain he could handle, it was not stoicism but a care for what the lady carried within her that caused him to say it. If she was so willing to go about and treat others he would leave that which was needed for them. A sprained ankle would be only a throbbing reminder of his own poor treatment of Gem, who was currently standing aside and watching the situation. The horse clearly was not amused by it but nor did she interfere with Fianna which was the first sign the girl could be trusted. Bart knew that horse had better instincts than most humans.
He wiggled his toes as was demanded of him and said in his way of making light of the situation, "Looks like all the little piggies will get to where they're going too." He was smiling again attempting to make some sort of connection in the girl, or make her laugh, it was the least he could do for her kindness. The most he could do was pay her and though he had very little he would try to provide recompense for the services rendered.
If she spared no response for the way his voice made light of the situation he would ask instead, "Are you traveling alone?" He did not mena her ill will nor would he have ever done so but the bandits that had tried to make light of him two days prior would certainly take advantage of a woman alone. He would clarify because the statement was rather poor manners of him, "I only ask for these woods may seem kindly but there is danger in being by onself on such a road."
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Fianna
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Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Post by Fianna on Nov 12, 2019 7:51:24 GMT -8
"If you say so," she said in regards to the potions. She finished binding his knee and ankle, then she said, "It's good your toes still wiggle... it means there's no break and the sprain isn't too severe." She dug into her bag and then pulled out a little sache of willow bark, "Take this for the swelling at least. You just make it into a tea, it is willow bark. Make it later when the feverfew wears off or whenever you need to." Fianna did not laugh though. Her eyes dropped from his and she expected to melt into the background... Except that he was asking questions.
"I live in these parts. I was just in the village making my rounds and I head homeward now. Or I was heading home until your horse came and found me," she said, not jokingly but it could easily be misconstrued as one if one had a sense of humor the same as he had.
She moved to take care of her bag of healing supplies, tucking excess bandage away and any other things that might be out of place. After that, she moved to put the bag back in the cart, and back again to Bart... "I think it might be a good idea for you to come with me and rest your leg for a day or two, at least give yourself a chance to mend a little before you go on your way... The keep isn't far from here at all and we have plenty of food and water." She had a lilt to her accent that sounded Celtic, though not heavily so."And a lass or two who might fawn over you in your infirm."
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Nov 12, 2019 8:01:47 GMT -8
Bart was beginning to quickly realize that Fianna held herself apart, not in a uppity off setting way but in a way of keeping the world from getting to close. Therefore he was surprised at her final offer but not unpleased by it. The road had been harsh and he was still not expected back for several weeks. A day or two more would not do much harm other than to make sure he was patched up well enough to walk. He glanced over to Gem who could also use a spare day where the horse was not pushed so harshly, not that the old gal would ever say no.
"Well, how am I to refuse such an offer," Bart would give her with his smile once again splayed across his face. He'd take the bag of tea gently and tuck it into a pocket in the side of his breeches. His boot was not too terribly far off from where she'd set it and she'd settled his sock inside. The air was taking to a slight chill so he'd grasp it and pull his sock on carefully to keep her bandaging in place, and then jam his foot into it using his fingers to stretch the harder leather to give it room. It would be a rather good brace with the extra fabric settled within it.
"I don't have much to repay you with Ms. Fianna but I would be might happy to do the best I can. My momma would be ashamed if she learned I had not even tried," he could see her dragging him by his ear now and bringing him around for a whipping as a small boy. He was a man now and it was unlikely she'd be able to easily acheive the same sort of effect but it wasn't doubtful she'd try.
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Fianna
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Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Post by Fianna on Nov 12, 2019 8:38:05 GMT -8
"Good, then let's get your to your feet and into the cart... I don't expect you to be able to mount your horse right now so I will hitch her to the back. It will be less than half of an hour before we get there." With that, she waited until he had finished cramming his foot into his boot. She did not gaze at him much, but when she did, it was when she thought he wasn't looking. She was not lost on his looks at all, but she would never say anything about it. No man would ever catch her fancy, that was a vow she had made after her father tried to marry her off to a man who ended up trying to get under her skirts the night of his arrival to meet her.
Besides, she didn't want to be the chatelaine of someone else's home! She was in love with her home, every nook and cranny, every rolling hill that bloomed with color every spring and every drop of sea water that crashed into the cliffs below the keep. It frustrated her father to no end because she should have been married and had at least one child by this point according to him.
Once they were in the cart, she was clicking her tongue to her dappled gray, and the cart moved off in a slow and steady pace. She sat with much ease behind the reigns, unseemly for a lady to know this... She didn't even wear gloves to prevent callouses on said reigns. No, she was an oddity, that, choosing to do some unladylike things in order to accomplish whatever it is she set out to do.
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Nov 12, 2019 8:43:55 GMT -8
Fianna may have appeared unlady-like to anyone else that took the time to meet her but Bart had quite different views on what a lady should and should not do. Mainly because in the small village in which they took to hiding in everyone was required to pull their weight. Therefore when she hopped up to take the reins he gave no objection and would be settled in the back of the cart with his one leg propped up against a box of supplies she had there. Gem was obediently following behind while he kicked back his hands behind his head keeping himself in position.
"I would ask you what a girl like you is doing in a forest like this but I've already decided it's probably for the best," he was teasing her from his position his head tilted back so he could look up at her a grin on his face, "After all you'd be offending most sensibilities of other ladies but I like your style."
It was an odd pairing in the little cart to be sure, her stern and particular and Bart, well Bart was just Bart. He had a tendency to open his mouth and pop off with whatever he was thinking. It made him callous to some but other enjoyed his blatant disregard for the rules of society. It also made him the leader of his people because his honesty was always at the forefront and they trusted him to use it wisely.
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Fianna
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Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Post by Fianna on Nov 12, 2019 9:15:00 GMT -8
"I already told you the answer to that," she said with a rare chuckle. "I am a healer... I am needed every day in the village, much to my father's displeasure." She guided the cart around a corner and then another. "I may be a lady, but I am my own person." She didn't fit in with society and that suited her just fine. Her father was at his wits end of course but that was of no consequence in her opinion.
The trip was short, just as she had promised, and she was silent for the whole thing after that unless he asked more questions. Small talk received a grunt, perhaps, or a hum. The keep was not a very big one, but it was rich. There were folks bustling around, toiling at their daily workload. She stopped the cart and a boy immediately came up and took the reigns. "See? Short trip. Let's get you situated."
She got the help of one of the older lads so he could help the man walk into the keep. When her father saw she was in the company of a handsome looking lad, his eyes lit up hopefully, but he said in his booming voice, "Ey, what's this now?"
"Father, this is Bart. I found him in the forest on my way home... He's been injured. I invited him here for a day or two to rest while he is laid up." More like told the man more or less to do so but in the form of an opinion.
"Well now, go upstairs and change out of that frippery into somethin' proper for dinner. I'll have the servants ready a room. Hello Bart, I am Lord Malcolm Foxe." He waited until his daughter obediently left to change and an idea formed in his head. "So... Has she sung for you yet?"
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Nov 12, 2019 9:28:41 GMT -8
Her chuckle was quite the disconnect from her presentation and despite his best efforts to hear it again he was denied on the trip back. He quieted up after a little bit and settled for a low sweet whistle doing a tune that was more suited for a lute than it was for attempting what he was. He managed quite well flowing between notes. He paused as they approached people his attention then moved. His blades were still hid within the blanket under his horse but his bow was strapped to the side, not that he felt he needed it here, but he would not be without some protection no matter appearances.
"You were correct," he teased openly about the trip back as she asked one of the men to assist him. Another approached Gem who snapped at him impolitely, Bart shushed the horse and undid his tack from the cart itself before telling the man, "She'll stay in place, I'll be out in a minute to settle her."
He would meet the master of the keep and pay his respects before hobbling back out to manage his own horse, it was to his benefit that he dismissed his daughter rather quickly as she was unlikely to approve of his actions. As it were he hollered after her as she went to get changed, "Thanks again Miss," he was grinning as he turned to the father, "Pleasure to meet you Lord Foxe, can't say she's done much other than patch me up and make certain I was not about to make things worse."
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Fianna
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Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Post by Fianna on Nov 12, 2019 9:39:55 GMT -8
She wasn't too pleased when he hobbled about and her glare told him so, but she could not stop him from doing it, she supposed. It was his damn ankle. She disappeared for a time to change into the trappings of a lady while her father continued to talk to the gentleman. "Och, she has such a fine voice, and plays the psaltery like no other." He was going to make sure she sang that night with the excuse that it had been quite some time since he'd heard her sing. It was not a lie, at least, so she would not get too suspicious hopefully.
Fia came down the stairs wearing the only gown aired out, the blue causing the cobalt of her eyes to lighten a little almost. She let her hair down from the braid and fussed a little. So maybe she was a little more affected by the man than she thought. Her eyes fell upon him and then darted away. Her father stood and gestured her over. "Dinner tonight and I would love ta hear you play a few of our favorite songs on the psaltery and hear your lovely voice, daughter. I was just thinking about it before you came home and said to myself that I miss hearing you sing. You'll do it, won't you?"
Suspicion did cloud her eyes, but she sighed and said, "Alright, papa. I will." She was, after all was said and done, a mostly obedient daughter.
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Nov 12, 2019 9:48:59 GMT -8
Bart would be none to pleased at the matchmaking either, a random stranger entering your home was no hope for a marriage proposal. Besides Bart looked every part the gentlemen as she'd looked a lady earlier even if he spoke finer than most ever would. He listened to Lord Foxe with all that was due to him as the owner of the land in the vicinity and as he managed the estates in the nearby area. It meant his daughter was much more than he assumed at first and it also meant Bart needed to reign in how feisty he was but that was something that might never cross his mind.
"Thank you for welcoming me Lord Foxe and for your hospitality," he'd allow. He'd thought to ask the girl after her singing but he was a might bit distracted by her hair being freed and the intense look of concentration having passed. Not that she wasn't attractive before but now she resembled some elfing with her dark hair and her eyes brighter for the matching tones, "I'm afraid I do need to tend to my mare, Gem, she's quite fussy with others trying to handle her and she took quite the stumble earlier as well."
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Fianna
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Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Post by Fianna on Nov 12, 2019 10:13:06 GMT -8
Lord Foxe was an odd fellow with a pot belly and an unkempt beard as black as the hair on Fia's head. He had let out a guffaw that jiggled his girth, and said, "We Foxes are known for our hospitality. You're most welcome." He tried not to give a smug smile when he saw how the younger man reacted to his daughter's beauty.
Fia, meanwhile, was gloriously oblivious to what her father was thinking. She paid more attention to Bart, who was speaking about his horse. "Do I need to tend to her too?" She asked, feeling bad now for having forgotten to check the mare. It hadn't been on purpose, of course, it just happened that he was hurt more, seemingly, and it slipped her mind.
"Not with those fine clothes, ya don't," chided Colm. "The man will be alright seein' to his own horse." It was no secret that he didn't like that his daughter was a healer, one could easily discern that by his chiding. Why he let her do her rounds was a mystery to most... perhaps it was because he didn't want her to hate him.
There was nothing to be done but to let Bart do what he was going to do. Her father instructed another servant to fetch the psaltery and the harp for later while the guest room was being aired and readied. The stable lad had already taken care of the dappled mare and cart by the time Bart got out to take care of Gem, while the hustle and bustle of work continued to flow about them.
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Nov 12, 2019 10:21:49 GMT -8
Fia asking after his horse was sweet and her father immediately turning her down began to highlight the situation for him well. She enjoyed what she did, her father did not, and while she would mainly go along with his wishes Bart got the feeling she might have otherwise rushed off otherwise.
The Lord’s quick refusal was noted as well but Bart was not without feeling, “Gem is not hurt,” he would reassure her before taking his leave to undo her tack, “Exhausted I’m sure but she was just spooked and attempting to get out of a sinkhole we found when we got off the main path.”
It was Bart’s fault that it had occurred, or at least he blamed himself, any normal man would realize that they were impossible to see or know of. Gem had handled herself admirably and saved both of them more pain but while he had given the horse her head to manage the situation he had lost his seating his legs loosening as he leaned forward. He’d ended up on the ground when she’d been freed and she continued to move fearful of the ground sinking again. He didn’t blame the horse, and had moved quite a ways away from the deteriorating ground which was why he had no fear of Fianna falling in it.
With that being said he hobbled his way out to the stables. He would see to his horse, slip his dagger in his boot as was his usual, and hang his bow along the back of the stable. His sword he kept within the saddle blanket that was settled over the edge of the door. It had straps within it for the shorter sable. Gem would once again nip at anyone who came near.
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Fianna
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Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Post by Fianna on Nov 14, 2019 8:12:48 GMT -8
"Oh," she replied to him talking about his horse not being hurt. "That is good. I shall see you again when you return then," and then went to tune her instruments because she didn't trust anyone else to do it.
While he took care of his horse, his room was readied and the option for a bath was presented to him by a servant. "Oi, suh, we 'ave yer room ready," stated the maid at one point, and went on to say, "Ye just say the word and we'll 'ave ye a tub ready and things ta groom yerself. Supper shall be done shortly and it seems ye're in for a treat wit' the young miss singin' later." If only she heard the maid speak, Fia would blush.
Assuming he took the time to clean himself up (after he was through with his horse), he would be notified eventually that dinner was to be served.
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Nov 14, 2019 13:12:14 GMT -8
Bart wasn’t the type to turn down a bath, especially in a tub that was much cleaner than the ones he’d usually be presented with at any tavern. This one had been scrubbed clean, filled with water, and a fire lit to keep it warm. He slipped in with a thank you to the servant girl and scrubbed the dirt off of his skin and out of his hair. He emerged almost a new man before bending his knee just enough to rewrap her careful work earlier. He was here to rest and stay off of it but it appeared he’d only get half of what he wanted.
Redressing he had very little in the way of clean clothing. One of the girls took his dirtier ones, which were quite patched, and ran off with them to clean them. Therefore he was left with his nicer cloth pants with three iron buttons up the front. He slid back on his boots which had been polished and a clean linen shirt that he tucked into his pants. It was not as threadbare as the rest of his traveling clothing and presented at least a more polished look as he ran his hands through his curled hair as it dried.
Being walked out to dinner he was beginning to feel as if Fianna was going to be a prized turkey at this dinner. The maid’s comments had not helped matters. Still he wasn’t there to gawk at a young woman, he was simply passing through back home where a shipment would arrive on the edge of their doorstep. One that would give them comfort and peace of mind as they’d have the variety of crops they needed then and livestock.
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