Two Interesting Arrivals

[Dr. Daniel Carter]

Adam Masou His mood since his return to the castle had been darker. He had been spending his time licking his wounds alone in the small courtyard outside of his room in Castle Emain. He had even been sleeping there, denying everyone save Ashina as visitors and had not spoken much more than a word to her even when she was there. Perhaps, they had all assumed, he was not yet willing or able to talk. There were as always whispers circulating about the castle about him and the Lady Ashina, cruel remarks towards them both, her for loving such an animal. And he felt that in some ways, they were right. Now he sat perched on the edge of the raised stone wall that overlooked Emain Macha letting the wind brush across his skin. He had refused clothes and medical care<c>
Adam Masou since he had gotten back and only washed himself in the fountain that was bubbling in the courtyard behind him. He had just bathed himself and now he sat in tattered old pants alone, toes gripping the outer wall and clawlike fingers as well, staring out over the city with a nostalgically sad look on his face. He had once tried very hard to fit in here, for her sake, for the sake of himself as well thinking that maybe he was being given a chance to fit in and rebuild his life. But every time he tried something happened to burst his dream. He was going to forever be looked at as a freak and a 'missing link' between humans and animals, he could feel it. He lamented it. If there was one feeling in the world that was the worst, it was self loathing. And Adam had quite a case of it.<c>
Adam Masou Looknig down at his scarred, mutated hands he stifled a sigh in an effort to hold off the anger he felt welling once more. How could she love... this? Such a hideous beast, an animal, a murderer at that. He could not forget what he had done to Luke, or to Dunliek, or how Ashina had watched him tear the man's brainstem out of the back of his neck. Was it as they said? Was he savage? Looking at his scarred body he had to agree. He was ugly to himself and could not imagine Ashina returning the feelings of something that was only half human. 'Eventually', he thought to himself, 'She will see you for what you are. A dog. An animal to command and domesticate.' He hung his head. What would his ancestors say if they saw him like this? He was betraying their memory<c>
Adam Masou and betraying himself. But he loved her. Quite a cross to be nailed upon, it was. There was no easy resolution except to heal, go back to the forest, and never see them all again. His looked up again, tears threating to spill from his tired, weary eyes. Leave. His family. He dropped his face and a few drops hit the stone below him. <fin>

Ashina: ...she didn't feel his pain in her own body as she had before, but she knew that something was wrong. The wind, again refusing to speak to her, merely mourned the loss of something that Ashina did not yet understand. Raven brows knit together in confusion, and she turned from the window before which she had stood momentarily in rest, facing the door now. She paused, crooked fingers rising to rest against her delicate chin, before she started forward. Hesitantly, she touched the knob, feeling it first almost as if she expected it to be hot. And, perhaps she did. <broken>
Ashina: ...On the Isle of the Kelpie, she had learned much, including how to read Spiritual Signatures on objects in different places. The knob itself glowed red, the color of fire and passion, and she hesitated, fearful lest her fingers burn. But, under her watchful gaze, the color slowly died until the knob returned to it's original state. What was this? Symbolism perhaps. Was someone's passion dying? Surely not Adam's for her. Theo's for Aerillia then? Perhaps she should find out about pregnancy as soon as possible. A slight sigh, and then she reached for the knob again, this time turning it quickly and sliding through the open crack into the hallway. As she turned in the direction of Adam's room, she thought over the past few days. <broken>
Ashina: ...He had only allowed her visitations within a certain limit. Something was obviously wrong with him, now it was just a matter of figuring it out. <fixed>

Daniel Carter: -He was sitting in a room not far from the courtyard, quill in hand writing furiously in the leather bound book that he had made himself from the supplies he had gathered the previous day at the cartographer's shop. He was sitting on a bench letting the evening breeze waft in from the courtyard beyond in a fresh change of clothes with a good shave and as per the usual, an intense focus on the book in his lap. It was the Tamil text that Kahlan had showed him from the study a few days ago. It was quite remarkable. "Incredible!" He exclaimed to himself, unaware if there was anyone else around. Halar would have laughed at him for it. The dragon swore that Daniel's middle name ought to have been "oblivious" but his parents had gone that normal route to "Phillip" instead.(C)-
Daniel Carter: -Sitting in the open room on the main floor of the castle, there actually were many people coming in and out and all around. Unlike some cities, the first few floors of this castle seemed to be open to anyone who chose to come see the grand architecture, visit the library, or just come to peruse the fine art hanging high on the walls along side ancient tapestries decorating in only the best of taste. But that was not why Dr. Daniel Carter was here at all. He found that a bit of background noise was always good on the thinking when he had something important to do. So he took it upon himself to find an empty bench and spirit away Kahlan's precious texts to try to make some notes and decipher them as best he could while he had some downtime waiting for the (C)-
Daniel Carter: -excavation team to be assembled and the supplies obtained. Though he knew that it would take a long time even for him to translate the texts from Tamil to common, there was no reason not to start now when opportunity presented itself like this! No better place than the castle commons! He thought to himself, enthusiastically to say the least. The people ignored him and he did them, creating the perfect atmosphere for the young archeologist to begin on the path of discovery of something that he was convinced was very important indeed.(F)-

[Dr. Daniel Carter]

Cecily She was so lost. Just to state it simply, so had run so far away from her small town of Olm, so had no idea where she had ended up, but she wasn't in Olm anymore. She definitely wasn't as she looked up at the large and daunting castle that stood before her. What had she gotten herself into this time? But before she could think about that question she heard someone yelling after her, something about it was safe; that she was safe, it was hard to decipher through her tired ears, but she ignored. She began to run once more, but this time towards the large castle. The voice was harsh and she couldn't recognize it from the wind in her ears and she wasn't about to stop and turn around to see. So, Cecily kept running, one foot in front of the other as she had been doing for such a long time, <C>
Cecily Cecily made her way quickly through the forest. Quickly glancing back she tries to look to see if they were still behind her, her pace slows down a bit as she realizes she is alone once more. A sigh of relief escapes her lips as she pushes her long hair away from her face and runs her small hands down the front of her blue dress, smoothing it out so she looked somewhat presentable, but she hurriedly stops as she realizes one of her hand is bleeding and she was getting her blood everywhere. Cecily then lets out another sigh, but this one more out of frustration than relief, damn those men, damn them all the way to Hell! Letting her bloody hand fall back down to her side she continues her trek through the forest, trying to calm her breath so she could become more aware of her surroundings.
Cecily her dark eyes try to find a possible path out of the wooded area. Not seeing any path she carefully makes her way through the trees.hurriedly her small and dirty feet carried her towards the castle. Inhaling quickly she dodged past a guard, shoot she had forgot about those... thinking quickly she reached for the handle to small door... Once on the other side of the door she realized she was in the kitchen, or what seemed to be a kitchen. It was loud and there were many people there, but they all seemed to busy to pay her any mind. Keeping her back to the wall she edges her way past them all and finds herself in a hallway. She felt even more lost. What was she doing here? Glancing out the window nervously she wonders if they would follow her here, and if so would they be able to find her.
Cecily she continues to wander down the hallway, it might led to the exit of the place. But being lost she really didn't know anything for sure. She looks into a mirror that huge on the wall, she barely recognized the girl staring back at her, the only thing that seemed to remain the same was her long blonde hair, but her face was covered in a mixture of dirt and blood, she felt so out of place.<end>

captain_jezibelle_tallon A nimble leap and a precarious perch on the railing, Jez holds onto some rigging before hanging out a little dangerously. Her crew blanches at the sight of her hanging so wantonly from the rigging, booted feet playing a game of chance as she walks along the railing. The crew would never tell her what to do, they loved her and she loved them. Her first mate, a burly man nicknamed 'Mace', calls out to her. "See anythin' yet, darlin'?" He calls with a husky voice. Dappled with a hint of an English accent, the captain calls back, "Not a thing--"She pauses for the briefest of moments and then leaps down from her perch. "Land off the starboard bow!" Her voice comes out as a bellow <C>
captain_jezibelle_tallon As booted feet make a hollow thump. Jezibelle Tallon makes her way across the deck and to the wheel, assuming her position as the preparations are made to ensure a safe landing in port. The maps below deck showed their course had taken them into the lap of her Majesty, High Queen Kahlan Lothair. Delicate lips curl at the thought of meeting her highness once again, however as a grown woman. For all intents and purposes Jezibelle was thought to have died long ago during a pirate raid, when her father's beloved sea side town had been sacked and his lovely daughter taken. Getting in position to file into the port behind several other ships, Jez hands the wheel over to Mace. "Bring 'er in. Ill sweet talk the patrol." <C>
captain_jezibelle_tallon Mace grins and winks as the Captain heads toward the side of the boat facing the Patrol's ship. A pair of tight black pants and a tight crimson corset leave nothing to the imagination as the tan skinned woman walks across the deck. She reaches up and yanks the dark red bandana from her hair, allowing long brown and gold locks to fall in waves around her shoulders. The wind picks up the silken tendrils and bats them around as she smiles disarmingly to the patrol. No one knew the Bloody Jasper in these waters, or so she supposed, thus the dark blue sails that were its trademark in warmer waters, might not be picked up right away. <C>
captain_jezibelle_tallon A man, apparently the head of the patrol, tips his hat to her and smiles back. "Hullo miss! Might I speak with the captain of your ship?" Jez wondered sometimes if the male half of the population hogging the seas thought women couldn't be the captain of a ship. She smiles once more and tilts her head slightly, "You're talking to her luv!" Her smile is oh so roguish! Reaching behind her back she gingerly pulls out some fake documents claiming the ships legal status to be roaming the waters from far south of this Kingdom. "We seem to have been blown off course." She says with a light pout on her full lips. Gawking at her for a moment, the patrolman gives a quick look over her papers and smiles at her, "Well you are in friendly waters Ms.?" <C>
captain_jezibelle_tallon He asks with a questioning look. "Ms. Talia" She says quickly and with a smile to seal the deal. The man nods and ushers her on her way, a line behind her having formed. She makes the motion for Mace to bring her in. When close to the docks, she leaps from the ship with a few others and aides in tying the ship off. "Great work everyone, take your leave! We'll be here for four days so be quick about it!" With that she begins her journey up to the Castle to visit an old friend of the family. Kahlan would definitely be surprised to see her if she were in town. Passing a few stands in the Market Place until she finally makes it all the way <C>
captain_jezibelle_tallon To the Castle. Just as she had remembered it. When she is stopped at the front gates of the Castle, she tries to blend in with the small crowd begging admittance into the castle for whatever reason. Keeping her face downcast she quickly hurries in and follows the crowd up to the front doors. Massive and beautiful in their stoic battle against time. Once inside those doors she quickly departs from the crowd to find Kahlan, seeking out the main hall she instead finds what looks like a dusty old bookworm. A closer look proves that he is actually fairly handsome and might prove to know a thing or two, something she couldn't always find on board the Jasper. <C>
captain_jezibelle_tallon "Hullo Sir. I think I'm lost." She says, looking rather forlorn at the prospect of being lost in the big castle. Her eyes though are exquisite, like a mirror of the sea and the one thing she can't hide is the tattoo on the side of her face. A whirling design of serpents that meant everything south of here in warm waters, for now she plays the coy game of innocence when it is blatantly obvious that she isn't. <E>

Daniel Carter: -Tamil... the language he was reknown for cracking the code to, or so they said. An expert team of linguists had begun to try to translate the text five years ago, Daniel being on that team. It was his contribution that had been the most valuable to creating an accurate translation of what was perhaps one of the world's oldest religions. Roaming the Aon desert for many centuries since before even the common era in Ayenee the Tamilites were a group of wandering nomads of which there were still some tribes alive, though they no longer spoke their ancient tongue, only modernized Tamil which was actually called Aonian. Interestingly enough the text Kahlan had charged Daniel with deciphering just happened to be in ancient Tamil, (C)-
Daniel Carter: -quite ironic if he did say so himself. He was still scribbling things on the text in his homemade notebook, beginning to wonder why he never got the same surreal flashes with this piece of text as he did with other artifacts (a little known skill he had that was what made most of the discoveries he had jotted down in the many books he had published on esoteric subjects from the origins of the Elvish script all of the way to the sacrifical ritual chambers he had found in the Athrobos jungle.) He leaned back on the wall, tired. It hummed in his ears for a moment, shutting down some of his senses, almost like his sixth feeler was picking up on something in the hallway next to his little alcove that he couldn't quite put his finger one. He went to turn around(C)-
Daniel Carter: -on the bench to look down the hallway to see whoever or whatever was down there, but when he did he found he was looking at the abdomen of a very interesting woman. He blinked and immediately jumped back from the rougish lady, taking off his glasses for a moment and blinking several times before replacing them on the bridge of his nose and looking up at her, quite startled. Lost, she said? He wondered why she asked him of all people. Perhaps she assumed his intellegence or maybe it was because he was the only one that was sitting still. Probably more the latter. "Oh... I..." He stammered before closing the elegantly scripted text and setting it next to him, but never taking his hands off of it for a second. "Where it is that you're trying to go, Miss?"(F)-

[Dr. Daniel Carter]

Cecily Reaching out a small and dirty hand she wants to try and touch her reflection, but she notices that her hand is shaking. Inhaling sharply she brings it quickly back to her side. Was she scared? Well, not so much, she had been scared too long to notice it as a new emotion. She wasn't quite sure what was wrong with herself. She continues to stare at her reflection as she reaches up with a steadier hand and pulls back her thick blonde hair... the hair that her mother would always brush to erase her fears. But that could no longer happen. She knew she would never truly be safe and she would never see her mother. Until, Cecily herself was taken from this world, like her mother had been. But she was soon startled out of her thoughts by voices, but these weren't voices from her head. <C>
Cecily No... these were coming from a room nearby, a feminine and then one of the male sort. The feminine sounded anything but threatening, almost fake, but the male's just sounding confused, afraid even. Afraid, why would a man have anything to fear? Taking a few steps backwards from the mirror she takes a few steps towards where the voices where coming from. Rubbing her small hands over her face, she isn't watching where she is going, as her small and fragile body crashes into a bench near the front door... a small squeak escapes her lips, she quickly covers her mouth. So much for trying to be quite and not seen... Damnit. She places a small hand on her aching hip and glances quickly around the hallway once more. She needed to hide, what if the man and woman had heard her? <C>
Cecily What if they knew the men that were after her? A shiver ran down her spine... now she felt her fear ebbing at her once more, now it seemed more normal to her. There was a small space between the a bench she had crashed into and a wooden chest, she could easily fit there. Crouching down low she crawls into her little hiding place. Closing her eyes she hopes she can not be found... and hopes even more that these people won't harm her. <E>

captain_jezibelle_tallon An inner chuckle finds his attempt at holding the book rather cute. She didn't want the book and from the look of it, it was fairly old. She probably wouldn't be able to read the text anyway. "I was looking for the High Queen, but I was separated from my guide." Fingers that look worked but not so overly worked that they are rough, push through the brown locks of hair crowned with golden highlights. "I was hoping to meet her before I left port. We hear stories about her even from where I come from, far to the south." As if remembering her tattoo she quickly covers it with a hand and looks almost ashamed. Oh but couldn't so work the part so well! <C>
captain_jezibelle_tallon It is evident that she isn't a native of the south just by her skin tone. It isn't as inherently tan as the natives of the area. Though the kiss of sun has obviously been continuous and ongoing for several years, she smiles with her hand over her cheek, hiding the serpents partially. "I apologize. I forget that the people of this culture might look down upon facial tattoos." Her voice is almost meek but she smiles warmly to Daniel. "You are busy though, perhaps I could find someone else?" She asks and looks around, having timed it perfectly so that no one else is available, the hall deserted. She takes a step to the side as if preparing to leave. Her lithe form smells of the sea and something vaguely indescribable. <C>
captain_jezibelle_tallon "Was it two halls down and the left door on the second turn?" she frowns, this time actually trying to remember but doing it aloud. "Hmm, Or was it perhaps three halls down and the first door-" She shrugs and starts to walk away, booted feet making soft shuffling noises against the stone floor as she wanders toward a door to the left, obviously not one she's supposed to be going out. From years past she starts to recite something from a lesson she was taught in her Father's manor. Showing she is learned though she may not look it in the least. <E>

Daniel Carter: -Now what was ~that~ he wondered? He stood up still holding the book with a perplexed look on his face and tried to peer around the oddly dressed woman into the hallway behind her. "Did you hear that?" He asked, still peering. He knew something fishy was going on. Seeing nothing his attention turned to the tattoos on the woman's face. Interesting, she didn't look like a jungle native or of any of the desert clans he had worked with on his last dig. "Those are intriguing..." he said, looking over them studiously, "Not a tribal accent, but these markings are clearly.. "he trailed off, realizing he was not only inches from her face staring at her tattoos that she was trying to cover, but that she was also asking him a question. Leave it to Daniel(C)-
Daniel Carter: -Halar would say to do something like that. He smiled sheepishly and shrank back a little and cleared his throat. "Sorry." he mumbled, looking down at his book for a moment. "I just haven't seen marking from the Mapouche tribe in a very long time." How interesting indeed to see someone obviously not of Mapouche birth yet here she had the markings of a full tribe member! "Not since the last time I was on site along the southern coast." he added after that. As she paced around trying to remember where Kahlan's quarters were, he clung to the book watching, mesmorized and socially inept for a moment. "Well.. I'm not that busy... I could... I mean I do know where she might be... but..." He blinked a few times and turned his head back to the hallway for a moment(C)-
Daniel Carter: -Something was really bothering him about that hallway. His intution was rarely ever wrong, so he decided to chance it. "Would you excuse me for a minute please?" He said, still clinging to the Tamil text but leaving his open notebook full of scribbles, his ink and quill on the bench. He walked down the hall quietly and stopped halfway down. "Hello?" He said hesitantly, "Is anybody here?" It was growing late and the commons were more or less empty by now, so he supposed he must have looked fairly silly talking to himself in the middle of the hallway. Yet he knew there was something down here. He had heard something, yet now there was nothing there. He took a few more steps to be standing right in front of Cecily without ever(C)-
Daniel Carter: -seeing her. He was less than threatening to look at, even at six feet tall. Well groomed, glasses, commoner's clothing and a tightly grasped book in a language only five men in the world really knew how to read. Unarmed, as well. Didn't exactly make for the most imposing of figures, now did it? His brow was furrowed as he scanned around the room again looking for the person who might be back here.(F)-

Cecily Inhale... exhale... it seemed as though it was getting more and more difficult to breath. Her hiding spot wasn't THAT small, was it? Readjusting herself a bit she brings her knees up under her chin, there, she was a bit more comfortable, but she was still catching breaths in her throat. Maybe she was a bit more scared than she realized? She was lost, and in a castle for goodness sake. Her dark eyes look around the expansive hallway from her new vantage point. She had never been in a castle before; she had never seen things like this in her father's old tavern. Blinking curiously she almost wants to get up and run her fingers over the smooth fine wood of the furniture... almost but not quite. She wasn't sure it was safe for her to do that just yet. <C>
Cecily And she was correct, it wasn't exactly the time or place to go exploring because right at that moment someone was in the hall and had obviously heard her. Holding her breath she closes her eyes. Hearing the man's voice almost made her jump, but she kept her hand on one of the rungs of the bench, her knuckles turning white as she did so. How could this man not see her? He was right there in front of her... she could reach out and touch him, if she really wanted to. But at the moment she really didn't. She glanced towards the window, seeing a few men peering into the window. Oh Hell! Had they already tracked her? Perhaps it wasn't them... but this man was looking around as if he was looking for someone, he was catching their attention. What if they questioned him? This was no good... <C>
Cecily she could almost feel herself being caught. Taking a deep breath she looked up at the man again and realized he didn't look too foreboding... no not so much. Slowly removing her small hand from the rung she had so desperately clung to she reached out and pulled on his pant leg as she had done so many years ago to her father when she was but a young girl. Hopefully catching his attention, she places a finger on her lips, signaling for him to stop yelling and her dark eyes glanced towards the men at the window once more, hoping that her plan would work. <E>

[Dr. Daniel Carter]

captain_jezibelle_tallon Her eyes linger over the man as he blatantly calls out the tribe from which she was made a full member. The Mapouche rarely accepted anyone outside their own, so to have the markings of a full blown member was something indeed, even she knew that. Did the man know what the Hydra meant to the Mapouche? Maybe he would even make the connection between her being a captain and the tattoo. When he leaves the room her eyes scan his journal. A scholarly journal indeed, scribbling about some language that she didn't understand and notes to himself, rather uninteresting without a narration from the author. <C>
captain_jezibelle_tallon: : Eyes of the ocean (as her tribal name was translated and a name she would give no one even under threat of death) scan the room quietly. She had the make up of a British woman and yet…so much conflict in theme that it was hard to place her at all. Just how she liked it! A slender hand rests on the pommel of a sword that had previously been turned away from the shy and meek scholar. It was none other than Lirael, the legendary elemental sword of water. Just as with any person with a sword of the elements Jez was bound to the element of water. She had no idea that there were two others in close proximity that were like she. <C>captain_jezibelle_tallon So when Daniel leaves she frowns slightly and listens for him. Hearing him call to a supposedly empty hallway, so she shrugs. Not entirely interested in what he fancies to do with his time, she runs an idle finger over the tabletop, rounding it and coming to stand near the door, awaiting Daniel's return. <E>


Daniel Carter: -Eyes got a little wider as something snagged his pantleg. Looking down sharply to see the girl he furrowed his brow at her but then looked up again. His eyes made a furative sidelong glance to the men at the window and he suddenly understood. He walked a few more feet, looked around, shrugged, and started to walk back to the common room until from the corners of his eyes he saw them depart from the window pane. Moving back to the girl quickly he bent down next to her. "Are you alright, Miss?" He asked, looking a little worried about the welfare of this young woman, as she seemed to have cuts and bruises everywhere. He gave her a once over with his eyes in an attempt to assess her, but was giving glances to the window also(C)-
Daniel Carter: -to see if the men had really gone. If they had, that meant they were probably circling around to come and get them. His brow furrowed again, and worried blue eyes peered at her from behind wire rimmed glasses. He reached out and took her hands in a snap judgement call. "Come on, let's put you someplace safe." he said, knowing just where to go. The poor thing was frightened and looked young and lost. Leading her by the hand he turned the corner he stopped only to pick up his journal and quill and cap his inkwell. "Come on, follow me!" He said to the rougish woman that was waiting on him. If she wanted to see Kahlan, then he would lead the woman there. He headed for the stairs that moved up through the castle. Most people weren't(C)-
Daniel Carter: -allowed up here, but do to the excavation about to be leaving and his personal interests Kahlan had given him permission to use the study for his personal needs. He figured if the woman needed to talk to Kahlan at all, she would have to wait with him there for Kahlan to show up. The Queen was probably off tending the Princess of speaking with dragons in the courtyard. He was still fuming over that one, and he was going to ask Halar just what he thought he was doing alighting on a castle turret to spy on him. He opened the heavy mahogany door with some effort and ushered them in, checking once to see if they had been followed. To the best of his knowledge, they hadn't been. And now they were in the last place anyone would think to look(C)-
Daniel Carter: -After all, it was a room full of books. The only person that would spend time in here was him anyhow. He placed the Tamil text back on the shelf and dropped his personal affects on the desk where he had already spread out maps of the excavation site. Looking up at the two hopelessly over his glasses he glanced from one to the other. "This would be Queen Kahlan's study. If you're looking for her, this is the best place to wait." he said with a sigh. Moving around the desk he sat the other girl in a chair to look her over. What he wouldn't do for a medkit. "I suppose there's a story to go along with this..." He said, looking over the mess of blood and dirt everywhere on her.(F)-

Cecily Her face looked pained, she had never really reached out for another person in such a long time, literally or figuratively. She was too ashamed of her predicament, and didn't really want to get anyone tangled up in her mess. But this man was about to get tangled either way, and she would rather not get him too much involved. But this man was smarter than she had thought... maybe it was the glasses? The men by the window did leave when he had walked into the other room. She ran her hands nervously through her long blonde hair and was about to get up and find a way to escape unscathed, but she saw the man return. What was he doing? But before she could escape, he had bent down in front of her, and was talking to her. Was she ok, would she ever be ok again? <C>
Cecily Before she could open her mouth to respond, he had taken her small hands. Trying to hide a grimace she bites her bottom lip, trying to trace their steps, just in case she had to make a quick exit. But seeing the other woman with the tattoo frightened her. Where was he taking her? To the queen!? Had she done something wrong. She tried to loosen the grip he had on her small hand, but wasn't able to escape. He had said he was taking her somewhere safe, but how could she really trust him. Swallowing slowly she continues to allow him to lead her upstairs and to set her in a chair. Her dark eyes look around the large study... there were a lot of books, possibly more books than she had ever seen in her young life.<C>
Cecily And she had seen plenty, from the men and women who would pass through her father's tavern. Sometimes, she would even borrow them and read them as well. But she doubted she would be able to read all those books. She tried to keep her attention on anything but the man in front of her. She was embarrassed, hurt, and scared even. What would he do to her. She nodded her head as he mentioned the story; yes there was a story. A very long and sad story for her that she kept to herself and barely shared parts of it. It was a scar on her broken and shattered heart, it was hurtful and preciously the only thing she that made it so difficult to share with those curious others. <E>

[Dr. Daniel Carter]

captain_jezibelle_tallon She follows and admires where it is applicable to do so. Itching to get back out to sea, even though shes only been in port for an hour at best, she reaches down and plucks her bandana from its resting place on her belt. With the scarf on she looks the part of a Captain, if she hadnt looked it before. She eyes the hurt woman for a moment before coming to aid where she might be able to. Come now, Pirates werent all that bad, besides she was raised in a British household, it was only proper. The majority would scoff at such an idea, but she enjoyed being random. "Can I help with anything?" The english accent is unmistakable. She tilts her head slightly to the side and looks up to Daniel for a brief moment, the woman was indeed hurt. "Isnt there an infirmary in this castle? <C>
captain_jezibelle_tallon Perhaps a doctor should look at her wounds." It was logical and from the looks of it she wouldnt find Kahlan right away either. Oh well, such was the life of a pirate, you could never be too sure what would be coming your way next. As if by habit her fingers run over the silver blue hilt of the sword at her side, runes etched into the handle seem to sporadically shimmer, as if there were water behind them. Yet it was only a passing thing and soon the effect would waiver and disappear. So many books so little time, had Jezibelle a love of the land she would stay as long as it took to devour all books. It would satiate her need for knowledge. She was considered by most to be a loose cannon, you couldnt quite put a finger on what she would do next. That was a scary prospect and <C>
captain_jezibelle_tallon She enjoyed playing the part. What was the point of life, if it was spent in a singular manner without uncertainty. Boring and flat, thats what it would be. By far she had never met anyone to match her as far as wit and charm went, and she wasnt betting on meeting anyone soon either. Noticing that her tattoo might make the woman uncomfortable, she slinks back into partial shadow and begins to walk around the room, admiring the titles of the books at eye level with her hands behind her back, like a good and civilized woman of the Aristocracy. <E>

Daniel Carter: -He was scouring over the room looking for some kind of medical sack or something to help him with her wounds. "Yes, there's an infirmiry." he said distractedly trying to rummage through a few drawers in the desk looking for tonics, wraps, anything. "But she's being followed and someone in her condition... that's the first place they would look, don't you think?" Ah! He smiled just slightly as he found a washbin with a little bit of water and a small towel behind the desk next to the wall. He picked it up and brought over his backpack as well. He wet the end of the towel and began blotting the dried blood and dirt off her arms and legs where he could. "Please pardon my hands, Miss, I mean nothing by it..." He said, seeming to examine each wound intensely(C)-
Daniel Carter: -for signs of infection or imbedded objects. "Hand marks... this one's a little deep..." he said looking over her forearm with a slight from, "It looks like a knife cut." He said looking up at her over the top of his glasses. He didn't wait to see how she would respond, he simply blotted at the wound. "Here." He said to the girl, taking her hand and pushing it down on the towel. "Put pressure on this." His tone was flat, like a doctor going about his medical routine. "I don't suppose you're going to tell me how this happened to you or who you're hiding from?" He asked benignly enough as he pulled a strange looking vial and a few pieces of linen out of the back that came in strips. He gently nudged the towel out of the way and uncorked the vial with his teeth(C)-
Daniel Carter: -"This might sting, don't worry, it's only cinnamon bark extract." He said, though he doubted many people knew that it was a topical numbing agent/. Of course, when you lived in the middle of nowhere most of your life you had to learn to get a little creative with that kind of thing. He dabbed it around the edges of the wound and began to wrap it dilligently with the bandage strips. When he was done he tied the ends in a knot over the wound to put more direct pressure on it and began to douse his hands in the washbin.(F)-

Cecily Cecily had used to enjoy the spot light. She would hop from table to table as a young girl, taking orders, being friendly, and perhaps even sing at her father's tavern. But those days of easiness were hard to come by anymore and the attention given to her by the pirate woman and this studious man was anything but desired, as it would have been if only a few months before. Her dark eyes watch as the woman reaches for her sword, she takes a sharp intake of breath. Weapons made her so dizzyingly scared... why did she have to do that? Closing her eyes, she tries to focus on something else, anything else. Her dark eyes land upon the man in front of her. She studies him now, as if his face was an open book for her to read. He was obviously a well-educated man, <C>
Cecily you could tell that by the way he talked, by the way he carried himself. But he was truly worried about her, and something about that was unsettling to her. It had been so long since she ran into anyone who truly had cared for her, but usually with that care came deception. But Cecily was unable to read that deception on his face. And surely he wasn't harming her as he began to look over her wounds. She took the towel from his hand and put pressure on her arm, like a good little patient. But he continued to prod about the origins of her many wounds, it was logical. Who wouldn't ask? But each mark, each scar, each cut went deep, as deep as her story was. She couldn't just simply sit there in this study and tell him her whole tale... <C>
Cecily not without knowing anything about him. So she simply shrugged her petite shoulders and diverted her eyes once more, continuing to stay silent, her lips sealed. <E>

[Kahlan Lothair]

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Daniel Carter: -He had cleaned the wounds, wrapped the deeper one, went over her as best he could without being indecent and now there was nothing left to do except for ... well... get some answers. He sat back for a moment and looked at her right in the eyes, though hers were cast downwards. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know if it's any consolation to you, but this is the last place in the castle they would look for you, and they're locked out." He said, moving his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and trying to gauge some kind of reaction from her. He got none. "Look... I don't even know your name. I don't know who's chasing you and I don't know why you're even here. If I don't know anything, then I can't help you." (C)-
Daniel Carter: -He wasn't very persuasive about it, of course. Daniel wasn't known to be a very persuasive figure. "C'mon... throw me a bone here." Nothing. He sighed again and stood up, beginning to pace around the room. He had to figure out what to do now, there were men outside trying to hurt this girl, and they were for all intents and purposes trapped in the study until he could figure out a plan of escape. Daniel himself was no fighter. He was just a scholor. He studied dead things, he didn't even know how to use a sword all that well, a knife, he was ok but not compared to hired killers. The only thing he could think to do would be to outsmart them... but how?(F)-

Cecily She was nervous; there was no denying that. Nervous that she might actually trust this man before her, hell she was doing it right now. Letting him touch her, care for her. She was treading in dangerous waters, but she couldn't swim away. She was lost, and needed help. But getting help from a perfect stranger was dangerous, almost as dangerous as the men that were after her, but not quite. She brought a small hand up to her forehead and placed it there, trying to clear her thoughts. Maybe, possibly gain the courage to speak to the man before her. Cecily didn't want to seem disrespectful in anyway- no not at all. She simply had all sorts of emotions jumbled up in her brain: confusion, nervousness, and most of all hurt. <C>
Cecily And with having such kind help, such help that she would have never dreamt of; it made her even more muddled. But his voice, his voice was so kind and soft, not harsh and rash like she had sadly become accustomed to. She ran her tongue across her lips as she watches him stand. Swallowing she watches him pace. Was she making him nervous as well? How could that even be possible? Softly clearing her throat she raises her chin a bit higher and softly begins, "My name... my name is Cecily" She blinks a bit, a little shocked at her own boldness. Wasn't she too nervous to even think clearly? And now, and now she had just given him piece of important information, a piece of herself that could more than likely be used against her. <C>
Cecily She pulled her knees up under her chin once more, feeling as though the walls were closing in on her. Cecily quickly diverts her eyes from the man again and feigns her attention on the many books before her. <E>

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair The air tasted peculiar tonight. Not quite right, altered to some extent, manipulated. Taking a deep breath she spats it back out and turns to round the stairs. A robe made of the fur of a white wolf and the fur of a black wolf blend together, making her appear to snap out of the tales of myth. A glance would suffice to say she has a candle, but a good hard stare would reveal she is carrying no candle, in fact the tip of her sword is elevated just above the confines of her fur robe to keep most of the light from announcing her arrival. Delicate shapes linger in the shadows, poised to strike, and the slowly disintegrate as she ripples past, creating a disturbance in the air with her presence. A short brisk walk carried her to her Study, not expecting anyone to be inside she <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Throws the door open and quickly shuts it behind her. Her back is to the room and the dim light surges with a radiance, announcing her arrival as she sheathes Taeriss. She turns and spies Daniel administering to a woman in her study, a slender brow rises, though not in confusion. Perhaps it was the reason something felt amiss. She says nothing as she crosses the room, coarse shadows of her body in the fur robe cast about the area. Making sure that the sword is secure at her hip, she opens a drawer in her desk and lifts a secret panel which hides of all things what looks like the blade of a stone knife, a closer look reveals ridges and intricate marks. "Something is amiss, care to tell me what it is?" Her voice is business like but not unkind. Her gaze levels on Daniel, ah but <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Wasnt it blatantly obvious that those were the eyes of the Wolf and not the Dove? The eyes are grey, boardering on something at the fringe, something not quite right. Long tendrils usually so carelessly strewn about are held back now in a plait that serves its purpose. At this time she looks far more a Valkrie than a Queen, but then again she had a title amidst other things to uphold. Soon Daniel would know more, much much more about the lovely Queen. Soon indeed. <E>