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 Feb 10, 2020 16:44:42 GMT -8
“I know and I would like that,” she replied to both his statement on not making promises and his invitation for her to join him for at least a time. “And yes, life is much too short to live in unhappiness. I think my potential suitor, the one from the night before… well… I wouldn’t have been happy with him.” She did not give a reason as to why.
“I don’t mind the hard work,” she replied to his words on training her. “If I am to make it in this world, I need to know how to fight, yes? Which means I cannot afford to refuse to work for it,” she finished. Her eyes were serious as she regarded him. “There is much to be done and if I am to have only a margin of time with you to do it… then it must be done quickly.
She got off of her mare when Bart indicated she should move around, and when he gave her a portion of food, she ate it while walking around to stretch already sore muscles. She did not complain about them at all despite everything.
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Barthlomew Eads
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Age: 32
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Feb 10, 2020 17:34:03 GMT -8
Her ability to put aside her own pain was to him one of the things he found pleasant about her. She was willing to endure in order to outlast. He had not meant that her time with him had to be limited, really he wanted her to stay with him as long as possible and as they walked, putting distance, he would express that his usual suaveness missing, “I did not mean you had to leave, only that if you wished to part ways that you could, I,” he stopped because it had been stammering mess.
He drew up to full height taking in a deep breath looking over at her, “Fia I will do my best to teach you how to fight, you’ll do so differently than men. You’ll use their strength against them and your wit to fight smartly.”
It appeared that he was serious on very few matters and this was one of them.
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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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Registered: Nov 10, 2019 11:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Fianna on Feb 10, 2020 18:06:58 GMT -8
She looked over to him at his words, taking a moment to think before she spoke. "I didn't mean to imply I wouldn't stay longer; I just didn't want to assume." She was finished eating by that point, so she moved closer and touched his arm. "I think whatever happens will happen. I am happy to go with you. I am just..." She trailed off. She was scared to open herself up to that kind of hope when she barely knew Bart. At the same time, however, it seemed inevitable.
"I have no doubt that you will teach me well, Bart," she murmured as they walked. She needed to keep walking for a time to stretch her muscles, so she was in no hurry to get back up on her mare. Besides, her main focus was the conversation at hand. "I will try my best to be a good fighter as you teach me."
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Barthlomew Eads
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Roleplay posts: 111
Age: 32
Registered: Nov 8, 2019 11:40:55 GMT -8
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Feb 10, 2020 18:18:29 GMT -8
It appeared both of them were toeing along a line that neither knew how to cross without it being quite awkward. It made him smile to think of both them bumbling about. Since they were both walking and her hands were free after she touched his arm he reached for her hand. The ground was level so it was not awkward to walk hand in hand if she allowed him the enjoyment of it.
“You don’t have to worry Fia,” he informed her lightly, “You’ll be healing and hurting in no time where necessary.”
He was back to his joking a grin on his face as they walked.
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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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Registered: Nov 10, 2019 11:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Fianna on Feb 10, 2020 18:28:53 GMT -8
She smiled when their fingers twined together... it seemed as if they were going to keep gravitating toward one another no matter how hard they tried. He might not be trying as hard as she wa-- oh, who was she kidding? She wasn't trying that hard. Not after that first kiss. She moved a little closer and pulled his arm around her, then looked up at him with a grin, "I think you might be stuck with me after all. And I have no doubt I will be doing the things you say." There was a pause, then she continued with, "How long do you think before we reach home?"
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Barthlomew Eads
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Age: 32
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Feb 10, 2020 18:33:35 GMT -8
Home, she did not differentiate and that gave him a little spark of hope as he saw her own smile being shared openly in return. She moved his arm and he used it to draw her just close enough to kiss her forehead somehow managing the awkward movement and keeping them on track, “A fortnight if we continue at this pace, if we slow it could be a full month.”
He had not intended on slowing, nor stopping, it was hard on horse and rider. With her in tow he did not plan on making it in such short time, “Once we put a few more days distance between us and the hounds we will be able to lessen our pace.”
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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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Registered: Nov 10, 2019 11:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Fianna on Feb 10, 2020 18:50:49 GMT -8
She liked the kiss to her forehead, but she pulled back away to make it less awkward to walk, going back to holding his hand. "Then I suppose we had better keep on track then." The sooner they were away from her father's lands completely, the better. While she was unused to the pace they had set, it was going to have to be alright for her. She still did not complain. Her fingers squeezed his and she said, "I will be alright to ride again soon." Even if it hurt, she thought. Her eyes moved over to him again for a moment and she murmured, "Thank you for this... I know you hadn't intended to be party to any of this when we met... but know that it is appreciated."
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Barthlomew Eads
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Roleplay posts: 111
Age: 32
Registered: Nov 8, 2019 11:40:55 GMT -8
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Feb 11, 2020 6:51:54 GMT -8
“If it makes you feel better I would have done it for anyone that was oppressed so,” he seemed earnest in it, and his behavior towards the servants would confirm it for her. He’d been polite, had managed everything on his own, had helped where he was able, he’d treated them like people. He even treated the animals as if they were worth their weight in gold. Gem was so well cared for that it was easy to see why the horse need not even have him hold the reigns in order to pull the horse behind them.
“Though I am glad that it was a damsel in distress,” he was teasing now squeezing her hand as he grinned, “Rescuing pretty maidens is a better trade than the old farmer.”
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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 Feb 11, 2020 8:39:08 GMT -8
"It does," she said. She had noticed his treatment toward others, even her father, that would suggest what a kind person Barthlomew Eads was. It was something that made her like him immensely and it was starting to sink in that she wanted to keep that kind of thing close to her. He had treated her mare with such care the night before, making sure she was as comfortable as Gem was in that they didn't have burrs on their legs and they were brushed down. And then there was his treatment of Fia... He had been respectful when he lay with her in the bedroll.
"I am glad it was you." she said quite seriously, squeezing his hand back. "Aw, you think I am pretty?"
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Barthlomew Eads
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Roleplay posts: 111
Age: 32
Registered: Nov 8, 2019 11:40:55 GMT -8
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Feb 11, 2020 13:14:34 GMT -8
“I think you are beautiful,” just how the man switched from serious to laughing in such a short time period she might never know, but he meant it every time. He dropped his tone to something more even when he spoke in regards to something he thoroughly believed in, “When you first came to help me in the forest I had to remind myself I was not on elven lands quite yet.”
He meant that too. He’d seen elves, knew how beautiful they were, but something about her struck him from the moment he saw her. There more he learned the more beautiful she became. It was how love worked. When one was attracted to the soul the outside began to shine all the brighter.
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Fianna
Committed
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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Registered: Nov 10, 2019 11:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Fianna on Feb 11, 2020 13:33:36 GMT -8
She looked at him with surprise in her eyes and whispered, "I think you are a beautiful soul, Bart." She stopped walking and turned to face him. "If you hadn't come along... I would be locked in my bedchamber still." She knew this because she would have refused to marry the man her father had chosen for her. Alliances be damned! She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his mouth, wrapping her arms around him. Another few kisses were given and she murmured, "I could fall in love with you, but I think you already know that." Knowing they had to keep going, she kept it brief though and soon swung back up on her mare. She wanted to sit with him, but she didn't want to tell him that.
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Barthlomew Eads
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Roleplay posts: 111
Age: 32
Registered: Nov 8, 2019 11:40:55 GMT -8
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Feb 12, 2020 17:00:03 GMT -8
Her drew her against him when she kissed him and he spoke in such a soft refrain when she mentioned her feelings, “You make me feel as if I am on a precipice but I want to jump into the water beneath. To be swept under.” He brought his forehead to hers for just a moment before helping her back upon her horse. Then they would continue on. A few more stops before the night would fall and he would wait until almost sundown. When they broke for camp she would be more sore than she’d ever been before. There seemed to be no reprieve from her hurt muscles for after they’d made camp he found to long sticks that were fairly straight. He would swing them both as he walked back towards the campfire.
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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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Registered: Nov 10, 2019 11:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Fianna on Feb 12, 2020 17:47:18 GMT -8
Indeed, she was sore by the end of the night and pretty quiet about it. She did not lie down or anything, rather, she moved around and worked out the kinks in whatever muscles she could. When she noticed him with the two straight sticks, she had an inkling as to what they were for. Did he want to start teaching her already? That was the surprise, doing it while they were fresh off the horses and needing to rest. "Now?" she couldn't help but ask. Her eyes were wide, she tilted her head as if to accept her fate, and then she gave a breath. Alright, she could do this.
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Barthlomew Eads
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Age: 32
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Feb 14, 2020 8:45:31 GMT -8
"As good as time as any," he reassured her, "Bandits don't wait until you're ready."
He tossed her her stick expecting her to catch it, if not gracefully at least get a hand on it. He would not jump her until she was prepared for him to do so, his master had not been so kind. But he would teach her first how to manage herself. He laid his against a tree and walked over to her, "Like I said you're going to have to fight smart, but you don't want to be knocked over easily by a strong blow either."
His hands were on her hips and he changed her position to a stronger stance, then adjusted her hands, "You'll need both hands on a sword if you're to carry it properly until we can find something slim that isn't as heavy."
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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 Feb 14, 2020 19:51:47 GMT -8
"Damned bandits," she said with some amusement, though she was taking it seriously.
She caught the stick out of reflex. "I have a feeling that I am going to take a beating," she said seriously, then gave a nervous chuckle, but wasn't complaining. She felt his hands on her hips and adjusted accordingly. She moved to hold the sword as he told her to. "Like this?" It would seem that she was a quick learner thus far, doing as instructed easily with a look of concentration on her face that said that she was paying attention to his words and physical guidance.
Indeed, she was probably going to catch a lot of bruises by the ends of the night.
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Barthlomew Eads
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Roleplay posts: 111
Age: 32
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Feb 15, 2020 17:31:18 GMT -8
"Just like that, and I'll try not to give you too hard a beating, you need to be able to ride tomorrow."
He was grinning when he came around front, "Now fighting is muscle memory. It is practice and repetition that allows you to do something without thinking."
He would aim his stick at her side, "If you parry down you have to worry about your leg, parry at level and you won't be able to fend me off for long, parry upward and slide under and you change my direction and can send me off center."
He showed her each one, showed why it was important to know them, and they would move through the actions slowly. Then he would swing for real and it was up to her to follow through.
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Fianna
Committed
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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Registered: Nov 10, 2019 11:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Fianna on Feb 16, 2020 18:19:44 GMT -8
She followed his instructions, directing her "sword" upward to parry his thrust. She did not thrust in return, not yet confident in that. She would continue to absorb the lesson for however long he was having her learn. Her muscles were soon screaming for release, however, and it would be evident that she was worn out from all of the day's activities of riding and walking. At some point, she would start faltering quite a bit and taking more than a few hits in the process.
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Barthlomew Eads
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Roleplay posts: 111
Age: 32
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Feb 18, 2020 7:31:39 GMT -8
Bart called an end to their practice once he realized that she could not carry on like this much longer. He would reach out to take her stick and put them both aside, "I should not push you so hard," he scolded himself, "Nor should you let me." His reference to her was more light-hearted than anything because while she had not complained she had every right to. She had never had someone who expected so much of her, at least not within one day, and yet he knew this life had to be won through hardship and he would do his best to make sure she was prepared.
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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 Feb 19, 2020 21:03:05 GMT -8
"I wanted to learn," she said with a deep yawn, then playfully sent a poke to his chest after he took the swords. "I will be fine," she finished. Fia then picked her way over to the bedroll and winced as she sat down. Goodness, but she was sore from head to toe! She climbed in, leaving room for him, and was asleep by the time her head touched the ground. Poor thing wasn't used to any of these things, but she took it all like a champ.
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Barthlomew Eads
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Roleplay posts: 111
Age: 32
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Feb 20, 2020 17:02:48 GMT -8
He feigned injury when she poked him grasping his chest. He'd lay them aside and join her both exhausted, sweaty, and sore but he was used to his exhaustion. The next few days would pass in much the same manner. She learned; quickly. They shared gentle kisses and one night he accidentally bruised her forehead. He drew her in and kissed her so gently in the area and apologized.
It was a week before he allowed them true rest. He found a stream in which they could bathe and he would leave her to it while he set up a camp. The days would not be so rushed after that. He found himself connecting to her more and more, and before they slept he would always claim her lips for a few moments. He never pushed harder than that because he knew her limitations but after he left her to get undressed he found himself pacing.
He could not continue like this without telling her how he felt.
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