'scuse the silliness, will be back to our regular seriousness with 487 :P which is to say, not serious at all, even then :-/ oh wellWinterTerrwyn meekly accepts the punishment and goes back to Larksnest. Alone in her manor, Terrwyn spends her days in the yard, practising till she is called for service again. She sends messengers to all the other knights, desperate to find out how her twins are doing at court. Lots of things are "accidentally" thrown or broken. It isn't very funny. Those poor servants!
Okay, kind of funny.
She sometimes sees Jaradan laughing, out of the corner of her eyes, only to see nothing when she turns. Suffocated, she feels someone lying beside her in bed, only to see nothing when she lifts the sheets. She barks at the servants to get rid of the stained carpet in the great hall. She is not crazy. She is not crazy. She is /not/ crazy. She hears his booming steps and cringes. No, it is just the servants shifting something. She berates them for being so loud. Her head hurts. Not crazy!!
She has to live. She has to get back in the grace of the court, she will beg and plead with that whoreson Roderick to see her daughters. No, he will never relent. She curses him. "May he never live to see his own child grow up!"
Arcadia. Roderick. Children. Jaradan. Roderick. Arcadia. Jaradan. Children. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it! You are but a ghost, you can't hurt me. You hurt me all this year, you can't anymore. Who won in the end? Haha! I did, jerk. You are rotting below. Arcadia. Forget her. Arcadia. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH forget her! Why on earth would she have her now? She will understand. No!
The fools at Salisbury! Those women will bring them up as weaklings!
*rocks back and forth* maybe this would be a good time to go on a raid!
It isn't. It really isn't. See *counts under breath* 7 posts above for further detailsDiane. Must focus on Diane. Is she doing well? She is. Her fighting has vastly improved, as has her responsibility. Perhaps she could be her armiger now! She is frightened of her. >.> She never understood why. Never mind! No one need understand!
Okay no dude, stop looking at her like that. You're a ghost. Okay, that's it!
Sir Miles! I'm sending this girl over, okay? She will be your new squire. Shh, no arguments! He's right here. Can you sense him, lingering?
Back again, are you? Well, I'm not afraid of you,
my lord. See this? *clash* This is me getting better at the sword than you ever were. Yeah, see this? *whack* See this?! *whack whack* ARE YOU SEEING THIS?
Oops sorry, Bryce, my bad. But shush, tell me, is he there behind me? Who? Jaradan, of course! Idiot! Uh no, there he is, can't you se- O shit! Sir Eustace as well! Wait, no no, I'm really sorry! No I just wanted to live!
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Yes, I'm the worst, I know. A-are you done with your lecture now? It's been a whole week. Please, one of you is bad enough. Ascend to your stupid heaven or whatever sir! This is getting really tiring, your insults were never that creative in the first place, okay?
What? What are you looking at? Get lost, peasant. Don't you dare laugh Jaradan! F-fuck!
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And now I don't really know how to end this so let's just say Terrwyn gets fed up one day finally and rides to Winterstream to resolve things. And then rides to Ebble. The age before maps and signboards were confusing, alright? She sheepishly smiles at Lord Amig. "Okay no, I know how this looks but - wait wait don't close the...! and you did. Okay. Well, I guess I deserved that.
Hey can one of you at least take down a message? No? Okay. Cool."Let's go home then. :-/ Don't stick too closely to me Jaradan, you have your own horse. No doubt he only didn't let us in because of you. You look dirty." >.>
and off they went uh, riding into the sunset? Yeah sure