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Date Posted: 16:34:14 05/19/01 Sat

His quick strides carry him out from the rain and into the stables, the scent of hay and horse immediatly reaching his nostrils. The dripping wet black is eager to enter a stall, his large hooves echoing upon the cobblestone way. Reaching for the stallions chest, he feels no warmth. Filling a trough with luke warm water, and tossing a small flake of hay on the ground by his feet, the knight then shuts the door curtly. Wincing at the hoofprint where his steed had leaped on him once he'd been untied. Careful not to show his pain he swallowed and turned to Mabellina.

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She watches him lead the large ebon in, nodding. "Wonderful confirmation, I must say. Gorgeous." She reaches a hand out, rubbing the steed's neck before turning back to Victor. "Is your foot all right? I know how that feels." She grins, yes darting to his foot. (NT) Mabellina 16:37:23 05/19/01 Sat

"Fine, I feel nothing at all, the chill of the wind and wet has seeped through the leather, causing it to go numb." He explains and waves his hand about, before letting a deep hearty chuckle escape, directed at himself. (NT) -- Lord Bowdyn, 16:39:06 05/19/01 Sat

She smiles. "'Tis fortunate. We couldn't have you hurt, or the barracks would by full of the infirm." She smiles, guesturing to the sounds of the snoring stablehand. "Up there is the loft." (NT) -- Mabellina, 16:41:39 05/19/01 Sat

He grins playfully, remembering the prime hiding space from his younger years. "Many an unfortunate girl..." he stops sharply and allows himself to lighten up and laugh. "Nevermind." (NT) -- Lord Bowdyn, 16:50:08 05/19/01 Sat

She arches an eyebrow, a smile on her peach lips. "'Many an unfortunate girl?' - do tell. You seem to have sparked my intrigue. What mischief have you wreaked in earlier years?" She gave a light laugh, glancing down the aisle where Celtic was stabled. (NT) -- Mabellina, 16:53:59 05/19/01 Sat

"Let us just leave it at..." he hesitates and rubs his chin a bit, then his cheek, now covered in stubble. "Well, it is where I have developed my callased cheeks from." He thinks back to if that makes sense, then decides it would be better if it did not. (NT) -- Lord Bowdyn, 16:58:29 05/19/01 Sat

She nods, not wanting to press him. The words confused her slightly, but she didn't show it. Instead she played with a strand of fiery-red hair, eyes wandering back towards the door. "If you wish we might seek an audience with the King - though he is busy of late and might not have time." ((U know about Jen...Internet probs...)) (NT) -- Mabellina, 17:00:38 05/19/01 Sat

He thinks for a moment, knowing it best that he should, but wishing to disguard the thought. "Not now, perhaps tomorrow, that way I am sure he shall be here!" One edge of his lip curls as he laughs at the success in his words. "Let one more thing slip, the callasses? They would be from the hands of young maidens." He knows he said to much, but if he wished to battle along side her, he must feel comfortable. (NT) -- Lord Bowdyn, 17:05:32 05/19/01 Sat

She grinned. "Used to abuse from us women, I see. What a urchin you must have been." She laughed, then spoke again. Then unless you wish to visit the servant's chambers or the kitchens, perhaps Hogwen is our next destination. Though, if you wish, we might wait until the rain slows and your horse settles." She smiles... (NT) -- Mabellina, 17:09:57 05/19/01 Sat

He looks thoughtfully at her and let a heavy sigh escape him. "Tis True I am afraid." He grins playfully, unable to imagine her at war. "So you are a lady-knight? Tell me if you will, how did you become involved in this?" He avoids the direct question of where to go. (NT) -- Lord Bowdyn, 17:13:22 05/19/01 Sat

She sighs, trusting herself and this fellow knight to reveal her 'story'. (inside) -- Mabellina, 17:18:52 05/19/01 Sat

"I see certain flaws in your story." He looks at her with a sly glance. He reaches up to touch her hair, then with little hesitance her face. "Who could mistake you for a boy? I find it hard to imagine all this beauty has just recently appeared." (NT) -- Lord Bowdyn, 17:21:46 05/19/01 Sat

She can't hide her blush, but tries to look down. She finds herself looking back up at him, eyes sparkling. "Twas hard and I was ridiculed by the other paiges." She smiled wryly, trying to hide her embarrassment. (NT) -- Mabellina, 17:24:46 05/19/01 Sat

He smiles sympathetically. Not letting his gaze wander from her eyes, even as she looks away. "Who knew someday, not only would then stand you no chance at war, but they are liable to be turned down by you romantically as well." He grins, he had no lines on this subject manner and was trying to go along with it. Her pulls hand away sharply and shoves it in his pocket, feeling a bit self-concious now. (NT) -- Lord Bowdyn, 17:29:03 05/19/01 Sat

She too feels self-conscious, but her gaze doesn't waver. "Possibly, but I have yet to meet them again. And turning down any romantically is not something I am well-versed in..." She doesn't mention her past life in this area, but remembers the two who left abruptly... (NT) -- Mabellina, 17:31:22 05/19/01 Sat

"Surely you jest." He looks at her disbelieving, there is no fiance? No lord lucky enough to have you within his grasp?" He looks at her rather thrown back. "I'm sorry, I do not believe it." He is sure that he is intruding, but hopes she is to having fun. (NT) Lord Bowdyn 17:50:39 05/19/01 Sat

She blushes, eyes still downcast. "I am not jesting. And I am not lucky enough to have a fiance. Not at present, mind you." She gives a luke-warm grin, upturning expressive eyes back to Victor. "Several times I have been...well...left behind."... (NT) -- Mabellina, 20:28:39 05/19/01 Sat

He reaches for her shoulder and tightens his grip. His expression full of sorrow stares after her. "Well, let's not talk about that, shall we? Only good times ahead, as I've met my first friend in this fine new kingdom." He runs his hands through his black curls, his hand shaking slightly. (NT) -- Lord Bowdyn, 20:31:48 05/19/01 Sat

She nods, not really trusting herself to speak at the moment. She wasn't going to cry - tears wouldn't help and she felt she really had no use for them. Straightening, she feels his arm on her shoulder for the first time. "I thank you for that...And yes, I seem to have made another friend." She dons a smile, glancing at the now-quiet sky. "'Tis over, the storm. Might I suggest a ride, or do you wish it not?" (NT) -- Mabellina, 14:24:58 05/21/01 Mon

"It sounds lovely Milady. Shall I meet you out front?" He tilts his eyes downward so he could stare into hers more easily. "Althought, I am more keen on the rain streaked skys upon our backs as we ride, but I suppose that is the attitude of any man with a boys spirit." (NT) -- Lord Bowdyn, 15:41:02 05/22/01 Tue

Verdant green eyes seem to twinkle, a slightly sly look in them. "Aye, I love a good ride. Perhaps it will indulge our tastes later." She tilted her head to the side, as if searching his eyes. "'Tis good to remain partly child, Milord. yes, I shall meet you out front." She turned, jogging down the aisle to where Celtic was stabled...[inside for anyone who cares...lol] -- Mabellina, 16:59:54 05/22/01 Tue