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Subject: Enters.....

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Elizabeth Fitcher
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Date Posted: 15:56:45 05/13/01 Sun

The two enter, Elizabeth leaning heavily upon Mabellina. When they finaly reach a cot she sinks slowly into it, groaning softly and closing her eyes, barely able to stand the pain any more.

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Gold-red tresses fly behind her haphazardly as she gently lays her down upon the cot. Jaded eyes are dark with worry as she straightens painfully. She glances up, her instincts kicking in at the rustle of the new knight's garb. She whirls, facing him with expressive eyes. "Sir - fellow knight - Might I request your assistance...This woman is wounded..." (NT) Mabellina 17:52:14 05/13/01 Sun

He rushes to her side, his green eyes piercing the scene that lay at his hands. "I am afraid I know nothing more than stitches. I shall do what I can, what do you ask of me Milady?" He looks intently at the woman lying on the cot. His weather beaten face showing an expression of compassion. (NT) -- Sir Bowdyn, 17:55:57 05/13/01 Sun
~*She pushes herself upright, gritting her teeth against the pain a emerald gaze sweeps quickly around the area. She forces a slight smile in Mabellina's direction*~ Your a knight arn't you. ~*She states then leans back, her breathe ragged*~ Then i must thank you, as a fellow knight for your help ~*She leans her head back and again closes her eyes, shuddering slightly in pain.*~ (NT) -- Elizabeth Fitcher, 17:58:46 05/13/01 Sun

He is struck curious by the thought of the opposite gender, standing at the stature of knight, perhaps even battling side by side by a woman, what a queer thought. Shaking it away he rushes to his bed side and rips open the satchell. A long black bandana the only contents that may possibly be useful. "I fear this is all I have, what might you need?" (NT) -- Sir Bowdyn, 18:01:50 05/13/01 Sun

She frowns, kneeling beside Elizabeth. She reaches into her own satchel, coming out with a strip of linen. She smiles at Sire Bowdyn, eyes twinkling. "Let's not soil your bandana. Here, this may be useful. Now, Elizabeth, what exactly happened?" ((OOC: I g2g...Dinnah...bb 2morrow?)) (NT) -- Mabellina, 18:36:43 05/13/01 Sun

He casually tosses the black cloth to his beside, it flutters to the ground. He watches it for a while, unsure of what to do. He kneels down and rocks back and forth on his heels. "Do you need anything, anyone I should tell? Oh yes, my name is Sir Bowdyn" He offers his arm then pulls away realizing this was not the moment, infection was a hazard and the less germs that contacted Elizabeths skin, the better. (NT) -- Sir Bowdyn, 18:54:04 05/13/01 Sun

~*Shakes her head slowly*~ McCankery was following behind me, we were both at a dead gallop on our horses then the arrow hit my back and i don't remember what happened after that. ~*She drags in another ragged breathe as lids open and emerald gaze shifts to the knight nearby*~ I would say it was a pleasure to meet you but... ~*She half shrugs and a slight smile touches her lips, even in extreme pain her years of knighthood had given her a sense of humar.*~ (NT) -- Elizabeth Fitcher, 19:07:45 05/13/01 Sun

"Rest Lady," this came out a bit more of an order than a suggestion but he pressed her shoulder to the bed and scolded her with the eyes of a reprimanding father. "Do not strain yourself, if you wish not to speak than do not, perhaps you will do better after some rest?" (NT) -- Sir Bowdyn, 19:37:14 05/13/01 Sun

~*Shakes her head slightly.......*~ -- Elizabeth, 13:39:51 05/14/01 Mon

He casually wanders over to the napsack lying sprawled across his bed. Pulling a short gleaming daggar from the mess he catches the gleam in his eye and begins inspecting it. He nods to Mabellina. "Aye, You tend to the wound and I shall heat the blade." (NT) -- Sir Bowdyn, 15:13:29 05/14/01 Mon

She smiles, taking the line strips to a small stone basin near the door....^inside^ -- Mabellina, 20:30:25 05/14/01 Mon

~*Stiffens and clenches her teeth, but she knew this was only a quarter of the pain to come.*~ (NT) -- Elizabeth, 18:56:46 05/15/01 Tue

She continues her work, cleaning the wound well. She turns, rising to put the rags into the cauldron herself. Once they're soaked, she brings them over. "This will sting as well." She applied it gently, letting the water wash away the bacteria... (NT) -- Mabellina, 18:10:45 05/16/01 Wed

He returns with a blistering hot knife and watches with interest. "Aye, it's hot, I felt it would melt if I left it to long." He keeps a glimmer of humor about him, but soon slips back into the dismallness of which he arrived. His green eyes watch onward with interest as he holds the blade delicatly, carefuly not to touch the scalding metal. (NT) -- Lord Bowdyn, 18:29:57 05/16/01 Wed

She smiles, done with her work. She can appreciat humour, and shows it in her own sparkling green eyes. As she stands she meets his, nodding to Elizabeth. "I believe she is ready." Taking the soiled rags, she thorws them into the fire which returns with a puff of smoke... (NT) -- Mabellina, 19:11:20 05/16/01 Wed

98 Letters over. Inside-- Lord Bowdyn 20:01:58 05/16/01 Wed

--- -- Mabellina, 15:32:11 05/17/01 Thu

......... -- Elizabeth, 16:16:25 05/17/01 Thu

His cool glance dances from Mabellina to Elizabeth. "Now, what a welcome I've had." His rougish handsome face seems wary with his travels, but lightened in most respects. His scruffy beard begins to fill in along his chin and upper lip. His large hands run over it briskly. Thinking calmly about what his next move would be. (NT) -- Lord Bowdyn, 18:01:54 05/17/01 Thu

She smiled in return, eyes averted to the door. She returned her gaze back to Sir Bowdyn, "If you wish an audience with His Majesty, I might be able to direct you. Otherwise, feel free - I know my way around." She glanced to Elizabeth, worried still about her plight - psychological as well as physical. (NT) -- Mabellina, 17:14:30 05/18/01 Fri

~*She smiles and laughs lightly*~ Ah yes, what a welcome for the new knight! ~*Laughs again and shakes her head, her emerald gaze shifting to Mabellina*~ I'm fine really, I just wish Jared had made it... ~*Her smile disapears and her gaze becomes distant, her beloved Jared's image again flitting before her eyes. She shakes herslef back to reality and forces a weak smile, hoping her eyes don't show the pain she feels in her heart though she knows they probibly do.*~ (NT) -- Elizabeth, 20:20:31 05/18/01 Fri

She slips over, putting a slender but muscular arm around Elizabeth's shoulder. "I know you've suffered, and if I am not imposing I would like to help you. I lost many in my time, so I must say I empathize with you." She looks back to Sir Bowdyn, eyes inquiring... (NT) -- Mabellina, 11:52:16 05/19/01 Sat

Standing back from the women he looks onward with a sympathetic gaze... -- Lord Bowdyn, 12:35:04 05/19/01 Sat

She smiles at him, straightening. Green eyes twinkle as she dips her head a little. "Mabellina III of Kellya. Please - call me Mabellina." A soft rosy pallour finds its way onto her cheeks, before she glances out the door once more. "If 'tis a tour you wish, I am able." She looks back to Elizabeth, unsure what to do... (NT) -- Mabellina, 15:25:34 05/19/01 Sat

~*Smirks as her gaze flits from Mabellina to Sir Bowydn then back to Mabellina. Shaking her head she waves at them both "I'm fine" Smiles, a sly look coming to emerald orbs "Go on before I decide to get up and push you out m'self" Grins and settles back against the pillows. "By the way, since we're givin names i'm Elizabeth Fitcher of Margate In Far Northern Irland" (NT) -- Elizabeth, 15:59:02 05/19/01 Sat

He grins and offers to open the heavy steel door. "Forgive, me if I treat you as a lady of the high courts, I am a bit unused to the thought of a lady knight." He grins charmingly although a devillish gleam appears in his eyes. He directs the last comment to the both of the women. "Well it is good to meet you Elizabeth, rest now, I do believe I shall take Mabellina up on her offer." (NT) -- Lord Bowdyn, 16:02:48 05/19/01 Sat

She smiles, green eyes twinkling warmly from Elizabeth to Victor. "I won't hold it against you, but if you start bowing I shall have to club you one. 'Tis hard to bow to another in breeched...I dress like no lady." She smiles, guesturing to her attire - breeches and a tunic over a coton shirt. She nods to Elizabeth, turning to Victor once more. "Would you wish a tour of Hogwen or the Tor? Your choice, Milord." She smiled ruefully. (NT) -- Mabellina, 16:09:20 05/19/01 Sat
((ooc: Almost made it... "breeches", not "breeched"...*sigh*)) (NT) -- Mabellina, 16:10:27 05/19/01 Sat

He is unable to squelched the politeness, seeing her still as a member of the opposite sex, not a comrade, just of yet at least. "Whatever you wish, I tend to be indecisive when it comes to simple choices." He smiles comfortably at her, still showing no obvious signs of discomfort in the new place. For he has traveled lots in his time, and is at ease in foreign lands. (NT) Lord Bowdyn 16:15:29 05/19/01 Sat

She gives a gentle smile, debating the choice. "Since we are here now, perhaps we should start here in the Tor. As you know, these are the barracks." She gives a sly smile, guesturing out the door. "Out the back and down a short path are the stables. Have you gotten your horse boarded there? If it is still outside I believe we must hurry, or your gear will be soaked." She thumbed towards an open window, the rain already coming down steadily. (NT) -- Mabellina, 16:18:42 05/19/01 Sat

His eyes divert to the window and he struggles to remember. "He is under cover, I am sure, but I must get him watered, I suppose I should do that for him at least." He grins and thinks of his massive ebon steed. "Perhaps a ride in the rain later on?" (NT) -- Lord Bowdyn, 16:22:48 05/19/01 Sat

((hehe...pink...))She grins at the prospect, thinking too of her own large friesian. "Why not? I am no silly courtier...Beg pardon of course." She downcasts her eyes, grabbing her cloak. "Let us get him, then." ((Post at the Tor or the Stables?)) (NT) -- Mabellina, 16:25:52 05/19/01 Sat