<font color="darkkhaki">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." -- crossroads

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Subject: 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."

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Lord Bowdyn
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Date Posted: 16:50:08 05/19/01 Sat
In reply to: Mabellina 's message, "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."" on 16:41:39 05/19/01 Sat

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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