A Gathering in the Gardens

[Dr. Daniel Carter]

Amariette: ~"Well I...don't know really, you've already surprised me so much with all the possible choices I have. After all, I am only a simple peasant girl, don't you think it would be in bad form to seek out the Queen and her daughter in the privacy of their own chambers? I shall be thrown into dungeons!" Her cheeks were flushed now and she seemed a bit panicked, in fact, Amariette was more than just panicked, she was terrified at the thought. It wasn't that she did not appreciate his kindness at offering her what she considered to be a once in a lifetime opportunity, but in the recesses of her mind, she was nagged by her per-ordained duty to her father. He would be most displeased if he caught her being idle with, what she now thought to be, a rogue soldier?~<c>
Amariette: ~Trembling some, she stopped in her tracks and lifted her soft emerald gaze upwards, the keep looming like a giant before her. Collecting her hands to the valley of her breasts, she waited and let her head fall in silent thought. To see Her Majesty and the royal child would be more than she could have ever hoped for, and at this moment, Amariette felt compelled to see all that she could in this city before she had to return to the simple and uneventful life that awaited her in Chartha. There was a curiosity within her that caught spark and she was suddenly reminded of the tales of her mother, the proud noble woman who had a strength that even made the mountains obey. "I wish to see it all Mr. Wolf, all that you would show me. For such a gift, I am most certainly in your debt."~

Willow OFreiden: ~Willow awoke with a light smile to the brilliantly sun-splashed room. For a two year old, this space was quit impressive and would make any being envy over the small child's fortune. The room was decorated in an elaborate Victorian manner and given ornamental accents on everything; from the dresser drawers, play chest, to her tot-sized bed. The bed had been carved from heavy expensive rose wood; which was considered the most trend in bedroom furniture. Her mother, the Queen, only wanted what was best for her child's desired comfort. Even in the bed she slept in. The child was most active these days. Roaming the grounds with her mother, playing pretend with her imported figurines in the spacious 'living room'.
Willow OFreiden: The small child rubbed at her eyes and gave off a little whine of irritability; almost as if she wanted to continue that wonderful dream, of the grand Silver Dragon she had met with her mother the other day. She had a care-free, off-white slip on when she gathered herself out of bed. She knew enough to place her daily 'slippers' on before she waddled to greet her Nanny with her daily wear. Willow's nanny, had been the one, to splash the brilliance of the sun upon her and bring her to reality. The nanny dressed her in a light dress with intricate designs of flowers and typical ornamental needle work. The dress fit on the child like stiff ruffled cloth.
Willow OFreiden: Willow was not thrilled to be wearing such an annoyance, the annoyance was soon forgotten however, and she slipped out of her nanny's grasp once more. Exploring her world had become more of a habit, being with her mother was still the main mission of choice. She wouldn't have it any other way. She scurried, her legs soon gaining more fevered energy. Servants learned to ignore the wandering child. They were trained, however, to keep an eagle eye, incase she wandered into any 'dangers' as a two year old might. Laughter filled the bright corridors, lit with their many sconces. ~

Daniel Carter: -If one were to go searching for Dr. Daniel Carter in his usual well worn seat in the castle's library today they would surprisingly find it empty. Normally the young and enthusiastic archeologist spend day and night holed up inside of the book lined walls pouring over the pages of some of the world's most precious texts, but today he was... taking a little vacation. As much as Daniel loved things that were older than time, covered in dust, and a mystery to be solved, he also had a special liking for warm days in early fall when the leaves were just starting to change. Today he was in the western wing of the castle's adjoining courtyard sitting on the ground with one leg propped on the other, journal in hand sketching out something with (C)-
Daniel Carter: -quill and ink. Beside him, rather conspicuously, was what could be called his only friend, a gargantuan thrity foot tall silver dragon. The massive reptilian was, infact, older than time or at least most people assumed so from his status as a Wyrm, and perhaps that was why Daniel got along with him as well as he did. The dragon was crouched next to the tree enjoying the late afternoon sun, the courtyard successfully cleared of all people that were either afraid of getting eaten or found Daniel himself a little too eccentric for their tastes. With his scaly tail wrapped around the tree and his head next to Carter the great beast was eyeballing the drawing with a mischevious glint. He would let out a sigh now and then, perhaps trying to engage his human(C)-
Daniel Carter: -companion in some kind of conversation, but today Daniel was particularly distant. Finally, done with his exercise in futility, the lizard spoke. "If I didn't know any better, I would say you might be in love." came the deep rumble in draconic. It was a well worn joke by now, Daniel's simple inability to put a family and a normal human life before his passion for his work, and he most of the time ignored the chidings. "Mmm..."He answered, continuing to sketch. "Though it seems I am correct, simply that the object of your fancy is not a woman but what appears to be the Tamilite God of Scribes, given your very accurate representation in your sketchbook." Still no reaction as Daniel dipped his quill into the ink well and sketched some more(C)-
Daniel Carter: -Halar lifted his head slightly and drew back leathery lips into a fangy smile. "I don't know, Daniel, I really don't think he's your type." Daniel finally looked over, perplexed at first and then smiled as he got the joke. "It's Hamarin, you're right about that." He said, his first words to the dragon all day. "Last night Charlie showed me a scroll she found in the south of the Aon desert. It was in perfectly preserved Tamil on an Altar to Hamarin." He said. The Dragon nodded again, "And you touched the scroll and saw this, didn't you?" he asked, enquiring after Daniel's well coveted 'gift'. The archeologist nodded in response. "Fascinating." Halar's eyes glittered as he studied the drawing that Daniel had turned his attention back to.(F)-

Lord Bredon ODuer slowly, yet gracefully rises to his feet from the spot he had been sitting at beneath a tree in the castle's garden. Young Bredon reaches back brushing the grass from his trousers as he smiles, a light sparkle can be seen in the corner of his dark, forest green eyes, one might even be able to see the light ring of sky blue that circles the outside of his iris should they look to notice. His slender hands reach up and brush back the crimson brown hair that had fallen over his face as he begins to move foward. He had always had a deep admiration for the outdoors, it had been like that ever since he was a child.<c>
Lord Bredon ODuer Bredon's hands fall nearly down to his side, but reach out letting his finger tips brush against the plants as he makes his way out of the garden. his movements are slow, but he seems joyous in his steps. His gaunt cheeks still glow a rosy color as he makes his way to the castle doors and merely nods his head to the guards as he is let in. It is not in any interest of his to really speak to anyone right at the moment, but he is not opposed to it either.

[Dr. Daniel Carter]

Tyrrial Of Pendragon ~ Silent footfalls led the slender figure along the path. She was perhaps five foot four inches tall, and thin. Her garb was simple, though somehow elegant in it's simplicity. The elf wore a tunic of green, and leather breaches; beneath a hauberk of mythril ring mail. Over this was an ancient looking gray cloak, the hood thrown back to allow tendrils of auburn to reign freely about her slender shoulders. Orbs of brilliant green swept to and fro, as she approached the castle grounds.<c>
Tyrrial Of Pendragon ~ The guards halted her at the gates, and she offered a smile in return. She herself had often stood such guard duty, and complied willingly. The Pendragon seal she carried marked her for an ally, and the nature of her visit was a peaceful one. Ty had wished to see more of the landscape around camelot, and had decided to visit some of the surrounding kingdoms in her wanderings. Ulster happened to be first on the list. The elf marveled at the beauty of the place, as the guards looked through her papers, awaiting permission to enter the realm.<e>

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair The day had dawned eventful for the High Queen as ever it was. Her eyes always cast to the outdoors feeling more like a caged animal in a dark cell while the beauty of her Kingdom outside is changing with the seasons. Kahlan could feel it in her bones, in the very marrow of her bones, in her essence. Time was moving and so thus the seasons changed. A wry smile comes to mind but it is ladened with a gentle sorrow which is evident in her eyes. Today marked the anniversary of her marraige to Shaine. She missed the man dreadfully, his life snuffed short by a senseless act, a border skirmish. She had been spirited away to Avalon to be able to have her baby in peace, but it had been an all but peaceful event. Pushing back from her desk in the study she wonders how things might have<C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Changed if Shaine were still around. If he hadnt passed on. Pulling herself to her feet she sets the finished documents aside, petitions all for something, most for a chunk of her time. Like a phantom she wanders aimlessly down the halls dressed in of all things a white dress. The dress fits her well and complements her sun kissed skin. Her eyes are a delicate shade of blue grey, bearing in mind her contemplative state. Long locks of hair are bound back for show during the days events, when she steps out into the cool air though warm by most standards she is met with a rather interesting sight. Daniel and Halar. Perhaps she should tell them? Could she though, really and truely? She wasnt an experiment to be watched like a specimen under a microscope after all. <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair The echo of her daughter's glee are like music to her ears. So much like her father that it makes Kahlan smile. She had a piece of him, of his heart, if ever there were the best package to have. Reaching down she plucks her white slippers off her feet and quietly makes her way up to Halar and Daniel. "Good afternoon." She says with a gentle smile before tilting her head upward to catch the sunlight, letting it warm her, seep into her soul and purge it with the glorious warmth. It felt worlds better just being outside. "How are you both?" She asks with a tilt of her head. Becoming rather annoyed by the hairdo she reaches up and starts undoing it until it unravels entirely and her long loosely curled hair falls in waves like molten gold and fire mixed together. The dress <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Flutters on a breeze as it passes over her body. The gossamer silk teases the wind and the senses as her scent, gentle but steady, fills the air. Today she smelled of roses and something else, something harder to place but sinfully sweet. When she looks back to the two she smiles apologetically. "Forgive me, I find that this is a day often reflected upon by myself. Though I never regret it." She wondered if they would remember or even know what craziness she spoke about. She turns her head as she hears the coo's of her daughter grow louder. She could definately do with a hug right about now. <E>

Amariette: ~Amariette watched as Farris was pulled aside by another servant, her eyes surveying the young girl with a kind and understanding glint. The child seemed to have run the entire way, her chest heaving and her speech broken and forced. Rather shocked as he made his apologies and left her alone once again, she felt suddenly rather small and helpless once again, thoroughly lost but knowing she was very near the castle proper. Looking from her left to her right, she decided that since she could not find her way back, perhaps she could find someone in the castle who could give her directions. She scolded herself within for leaving her map on the small table in her room at the Golden Apple Inn, her fingers reaching up to clutch the strap of her pack reassuringly once again.~<c>
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Amariette: ~Swallowing down her nervousness, she advanced on the keep and was surprised to find it completely barren of soldiers. An ancient wing of the castle perhaps?At any rate, she was determined to seek out the first friendly face she saw to inquire about a way back to the market place. She had discovered that her father had provided her with more money than she actually needed, a rare thing indeed. It had been some time since she purchased a new dress for herself and this time, she wanted something more decorative and lady-like. Bigham would no doubt disapprove when her learned of her spending, but she cared very little of his opinion of her affairs of the cloth. Even now, she didn't look too terribly peasant-like, her long crimson hair brushed out fully against her shoulders and neck.~<c>
Amariette: ~Her body was clothed in the modest fitting green dress with open shoulders that ended in an embroidered hem at her ankles, her feet adorning the worn village sandals. In fact, she looked more the Lady of lesser birth than her true peasant status, a thing that her father prided himself on, though not in her presence. Still, she was anxious to be on her way and as she drew along the stone corridors, she followed the sounds of light conversation, the sun radiating over her freshly scrubbed skin. Emerging in a rather lovely courtyard, her eyes centered on a gathering of people, as well as something she did not expect at all, a figure that made her very breath catch in her throat. The creature was enormous, but she did not fully believe her senses.~<c>
Amariette: ~Was she dreaming? Was she really staring upon a living, breathing dragon of old?~ <e>

makreth_demortis a young man had came to the gates of the large castle, he was 18 or 19, he had a freshly shaven face but wore a old tunic and cloth pants, in his right hand resting on his shoulder was a large wooden maul, he smiled finaly ariveing at a castle, his boots were gone and he had been walking bare foot for the past few days, his feet bled a little but he was happy still as he walked towards the gates)
makreth_demortis he looked seeing a few gaurds walk around the city as he ran forward suprized"cool a gaurd"he looked as if he lived in a small village all his life his hair was short brown his eyes were green to all who looked to him, he looked at the soldiers weapons seeing the ordinary swords but they were shoddily built"very dissapointingC>
makreth_demortis he was raised to build swords and all other crafts of weapons, his father was a blacksmith but there king had taken his father because he kept takeing to much tax and took there familys steel and wealth, he didn;t even have a single penny on him, he then walked aroudn the town a little still, looking for food

[Dr. Daniel Carter]

Willow OFreiden: ~The child fumbled down the steps. Servants that watched the child, turned themselves into a nervous breakdown. Fearing the child over a simple bruise or scratch. The child ignored whatever minor scrapes or bruises she acquired from running so carelessly down the 'huge' exterior steps leading to the garden. She spotted the giant 'beast' first and then her beloved mother. Daniel became a third party member and hardly left an impression on the child. He was thought of as another wandering servant in her childish mind. She ran at a dashed speed and nearly stumbled flat on her face, had she not been brilliant enough to stop her fall with a little balance and confidence. She immediately barked out the first word that came to her; regarding Halar.
Willow OFreiden: "WHAZARD" In an adults translation, the word Whazard would come to mind as 'lizard' or 'wizard'. The child naturally hadn't been exposed to Dragons as of late. She became fascinated by Halar and her fear had since vanished on their last meeting. She showed herself to him with more curiosity and acceptance. Excitement glowed from her, she giggled and pointed anxiously at the Dragon as if the two other adults couldn't spot him. She laughed and opened her arms up for her mother to pick her up so she could get a better 'look' at him. ~

Daniel Carter: -Kahlan's entrance was noted by Halar at least who raised his head in greeting, one massive draconic paw crossed over the other one, tail still wrapped rather protectively around Daniel and the tree as the studious historian continued to work on his journal without heed to the rest of the world. "Good day, Lady Kahlan."the dragon said in his own tongue to her with a great toothy smile and a respectful bow of the head. "Quite lovely weather in the capitol today. Not a day to be kept inside." He noted with a deep inhalation of the local scents. Noticing Daniel's unsurprising lack of manners he tapped the man's outstretched leg with the tip of his tail. "Daniel." he said patiently and the doctor looked up, slightly startled(C)-
Daniel Carter: -to see Kahlan standing there. "Oh... I'm sorry..." he said standing as was polite to do with royalty. "Good afternoon, your Highness." He said with a small and distracted smile, of course still thinking about his latent discoveries. Halar looked up to him and smiled that same sharp toothed grin he always had and then swung his head to Kahlan once more. "Ever the gentleman, isn't he? Good to know some things don't change." He quipped in draconic, knowing both of the humans would understand his speech. Out of the corner of his eye, however, he spied something else. Turning his head and tilting it to the side he stared down Amariette for a moment and then his grin spread wider. "Well well!" He called out in the common tongue,(C)-
Daniel Carter: -"It appears we have another visitor, don't we?" Daniel looked up only mildly interested. "Amariette?" He asked, looking surprised to see her. They weren't supposed to meet again until tomorrow morning. He stepped over the dragon's tail paying no more attention to the lizard or the queen or even his journal that he left open on the ground. Halar raised a scaly eyebrow in question of this action. "Perhaps my first theory was correct after all..." he mumbled to himself as he watched Daniel walk over to the red haired girl. "Ms. Willowbane..." he said, looking at her with a furrowed brow, "Are you alright? You look pale." He remarked, and then followed her line of sight to Halar. Could it be that she had never come across a(C)-
Daniel Carter: -dragon before? He laughed a little and put a hand on the back of his neck. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize..." He looked back to the dragon, "This is ... a friend of mine. A very good friend of mine." he motioned for the silvery scaled lump in the grass. "Would you like to come meet him?"(F)-

Lord Bredon ODuer: ~slowly runs his hands over his dark blue silken shirt brushing out all of the rifts and ripples that had gathered during his venture outside. Each hand did a quick brush over his shoulders and arms, and Bredon sets back his shoulders to give him a more appropriate posture for a person of higher status. Reaching up, he brushes his fingers tips through his hair slicking his hair back behind his shoulders, it drops to reach about mid-back. His eyes begin to gaze about the inside of the castle as he begins to feel a bit more presentable. ~<c>
Lord Bredon ODuer: ~ in his own mind it was an impressive peice of architecture, but such things were really not in his interest. He was a hunter, and his body provided enough evidence for it. He was thin, but his build was shaped enough. The corner of Bredon's lips curl up into a smile as he hear the laughter of a child and the voices of others, or at least one another. He makes his way back out toward the direction of the others. His fingers reached up and grasped at something hidden beneath his shirt, and amulet or charm of some sort connected to the worked black leather strap that hung from his neck. ~<c>
Lord Bredon ODuer: ~ reached the others and let his hand drop before he did a quick survey of all of the people that had entered the area before him. Noting Kahlen amongst the others he bowed down to about waist level and smiled kindly to her~ "Good day m'lady, I hope the morning finds you well." ~He turns toward the others smiling toward the child and her reaction to the dragon. ~ "Pardon me if I had interrupted anything." <e>

makreth_demortis he continued to walk around the city a bit finaly walking out into the large garden looking into the large croud, he was famished but had no food, the onlything he had was his wooden mace and the cloths on his back, he then leaned against a tree looking at his feet winceing a bit as he looked away and ignored the pain again, he was to hyped to finaly see a army and soldiers

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair She smiles lightly to Halar and then nods to Daniel. When Willow comes running out to her however, her entire demeanor changes. With a laugh she whisks the girl up and takes her closer to Halar, dually noting the presence of Bredon. "You have not interrupted anything M'lord. Please partake in our--" she glances to Halar and chuckles softly, "Afternoon gathering, I guess is the way to put it, wouldnt you agree Halar?" She asks while allowing Willow to be closer to the great Silver. "Be gentle Aria, Halar is a living and breathing creature." It was more of a jest, for the child could not truely hurt Halar even if she tried, though Halar may play like she has. Her white dress stands out starkly against the beginnings of fall, where the edges of some of the leaves are turning <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Into the familiar shade of fire, an element she is intimately knowledgeable about. Even the breeze carried the tidings of Fall, the strange spicy smell and crisp clean feel of the air. No longer was it the slow humdrum pace of Summer but the brisk pace of impending fall. Willow was getting harder and harder to hold onto, especially since she is so active. Letting the spirited girl down she smiles and runs her fingers through her curls. "Aria, dont climb on Halar, I dont want to have to rescue you." She says playfully before looking back to Bredon. "Can I help you?" She asks as she smoothes her skirts at the hips. Long slender fingers push through fiery locks, as if she were playing with fire in and of itself, yet her hair isnt red per se but blonde. Long lashes frame blue <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Grey eyes, making her seem almost surreal. She stands out even against the Silver dragon at rest next to her. The dress has no sleeves but boasts a bodice of sorts, entirely white with the metal work in silver. Fine needlework scores the surface of the dress and bodice, the airy feel of it makes her seem like the bridge between seasons. Fall competeing with the last vestiges of summer, all tangled together in an eternal struggle for supremacy, and the product of their trials...her. She turns her head as Willow goes around to face Halar calling him a "WHAZARD!" a few times and then asking things that are otherwise indecipherable, but they seem perfectly sensible to her. "Aria..." Ever the doting mother Kahlan quickly excuses herself from Bredon as Willow tries to grab at Halar's <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Nose. Her voice so much like a mother hen, "Willow! Dont you dare grab that dragons nose!--" and her voice trails off as the din of the garden becomes much like that of a disfunctional family. It was welcome to Kahlan, she enjoyed having the castle full of friends and family, and this was what she needed to feel most alive. Soon she is chasing her daughter round and round Halar, all the while Willow squealing with a glee that comes only from children it would seem. <E>

[Dr. Daniel Carter]

Amariette: ~"I...I....would. Daniel. Yes. Please." Her words were broken, fragmented, more than a sign of her amazement at the sight the great beast had to offer. Daniel had been right, all the color in her face had drained away and she could only stand in obvious disbelief, her heavy lashes batting in blink after astonished blink. Reaching out with a trembling hand, she took his arm and drew close to him, more out of the fear that she may faint to the ground. Amariette was behaving as to be expected for one in her situation, save for one noticeable flaw, the girl had no fear in her eyes at the sight of the mythic creature. The supposed terror was replaced by a look of absolute reverance, as though she were witnessing a dream made true that not even her heart could stand.~<c>
Amariette: ~Walking slowly by his side, her red strands caught in the cool breeze of the day, a faint smile had formed on her lips, one of child-like resolution and daydream appraisal. Hesitantly, as though she were captured in a moment of subconscious delight, she released Daniel's arm and moved toward the dragon herself, her light steps barely echoing on the stones. Lifting a hand, the fingers trembling, she drew ever closer, captivation mirrored in her soft features, and she let her digits brush along his scales. "I believed in your kind before I ever knew the weight of a book in my hands, the fairy tale parchment that filled my dreams with adventures of your glory."~<c>
Amariette: ~"You are the greatest sight in which my eyes have ever seen and to be in your presence now fills me with a sense of peace and contentment that I have never felt before. Master, Great One, I am your humble servant until the end of my days, when my spirit will soar with you once again, across mountains and valleys, and the very spans of time out of mind." She slowly withdrew her hand from him as her entire body moved in fluid grace down onto bended knee, her head bowed before him and the long strands cascading toward the ground. Her body felt light, weightless, and her heart raced, threatening to burst within her very chest. The lovely material of her dress spread out before her in her act of total supplication and respect, the very presence of all others about her forgotten.~<c>
Amariette: ~Amariette was certain that she probably looked very foolish in the eyes of the small crowd gathered here, but she had felt that to greet the magnificent beast in any other way would have been improper. If she ever looked the silly peasant girl she was, it was right now at this moment, with small giddy tears falling down her pale cheeks.~

Daniel Carter: -The great dragon was not unaccustomed to human ways. Though his size was often a problem when it came to their interactions, Halar's disposition was more amiable than the majority of his kind. There were some days where he wondered if perhaps his scales were the wrong color and that he was actually copper with silver paint. Whatever the reason was, Halar dwelt alongside the village of Invernis in peace and prosperity. However, Daniel had been the first of his kind to make a real connection with the lizard. And Halar was glad he did. Though most dragons lived in solitude, Halar could not remember a time in the past decade when he wasn't glad to have Daniel with him. For a human being, he was actually quite remarkable, and one of the only(C)-
Daniel Carter: -men alive Halar felt could truly challenge the Wyrm's mental capabilities. As Willow squealed and clamoured for him, he took it in stride and dipped his head to give her a foothold to climb onto his back if she so wished it. He then looked up to Bredon with a large smile. "Indeed." he replied to Kahlan, swishing his tail in the grass lazily. "You are most welcome in our company." The dragon replied in very polite and perfectly annunciated common. As the chaos of the mother and daughter standoff continued around him, he did little more than swish the tip of his tail and smile. "Ah, to be young again." He said with humor and looked once more to Bredon with a toothy grin. He looked then towards Daniel and the girl(C)-
Daniel Carter: -as the young man lead her over towards the group. She walked slowly and in awe, obviously from one of the parts of Ulster where dragons no longer resided. Sad but true, they were all but dying out now, weren't they? He smiled and dipped his head to her, eyeing Daniel in a peculiar fasion as he chose to hang back. How typical, standing there in with his hands in his pockets watching the girl without the slightest sense in his head that perhaps he should be persuing her in a means other than friendship. The dragon could only smile. He was right, some things never did change. As Amariette knelt before him and spoke he brought out a front foot, almost a hand in nature with talons sharp as knives on each toe. "My dear girl..." (C)-
Daniel Carter: -he chuckled, a deep and resounding sound within his mighty lungs, "Though I do appreciate your reverence, there is no need. If you are a friend to Dr. Carter, then you are a friend to me. I do trust his judgement in such matters as to associate himself with fine people." He nudged her with a foot to urge her to rise to her feet once more. Turning his attentions to his human counterpart. "Need I remind you of your manners once more, Daniel? That will make three times today alone." Daniel arched an eyebrow and cracked a smile at the witty serpentile. "Very droll, winged snake." He wandered over and touched his hand to the small of Amariette's back, maybe a reassuring gesture? "Halar, this is Miss Amariette Willowbane."(C)-
Daniel Carter: -He said with a soft smile to her. "Her father is a blacksmith. She invited me to come meet him and see if he can't provide us with some tools for the excavation of the temple." He explained. Halar nodded and looked her over, then shot Daniel a 'I have too many comments to make them all now' sort of look. "It is a pleasure, Miss Amariette, to become acquainted with such a lovely young woman as yourself." the dragon nodded to her politely. (F)

Verias His body arched backwards as his muscles buckled, his shoulderblades straining to keep his back muscles in perfect synchronicity. His hands clenched slightly - having not used any of his more latent abilities in a while - as he struggled to hold the emerging draw in check. His feet slid harmlessly outward from their positions parallel to his shoulders, as he softly let his right hand emerge forth in front of his body, crossing it across his chest as he quickly snapped on every one of the digits, an audible crack erupting from his palm as a quick magenta flame snaked across every one of his fingers, his hand pulsating with quick, sensuous light. Lightning curled around in a spherical format as it began to crawl in an infantile fashion up his right arm (C)
Verias The lightning spiked over to his heart, abating inward with quicker and quicker pulses, beating alongside his heartbeat with stunning precision. His heart rate elevated as he struggled to keep the power afloat, above the quaking torrent of power that brewed beneath him, dormant in a costant state of unconscious brooding for these many years. Clenching his fist again, a thick, dark mist drew across his fingers where the arcane entity once spewed from, and he wiped his brow with his left hand. "...I need practice." He said, as the young private that he had befriended simply stared on with awe. "...How did you do that?" He asked, his eyes jumping out of his head, his hands clenching his bed as he struggled to blink once again, veins forming on the edges of his eyeballs. (C)
Verias "...It's part of me. A seasoned warrior knows how to turn every facet of his body into a weapon - arms, legs, mind, soul - all of it should be used as a weapon. You should strive to raw upon the energies and powers within you to maximize your effectiveness. Friendship is a weapon. It can be used for you, the teamwork that arises from such a bond can strengthen people to attain skill or luck that they didn't have before. A blade is simply an extension of this mantra."
Verias The young private merely looked on with rapt amusement. "You sound as if you're some sort of war-torn general. Don't forget, you're not much in this world, my friend. Not much at all." He said, laying back in his cot. His watch wouldn't be for another 6 hours, and he meant to get some sleep. Of course, Verias' watch was now, and he had some rather important business to discuss with the High Queen. "...War-torn general indeed, my friend. Indeed." He said, amused with the words. They were falliable, and weak. Words spoke little more than to convey emotion, which could be faked or disguised in the endless corridors of subterfuge. He lacked those qualities. To not speak his mind, to manage tact. His word was truth - even if it wasn't heard. "I'll talk to you later." He commented as he left.

[Dr. Daniel Carter]

Lord Bredon ODuer: ~ shakes his head lightly, that friendly smile never seeming to fade from his face as he breathes in deep the air of the courtyard~ "No m'lady. I do not believe anything could make this day better." ~ A chuckle begins emits from his frame as he watches the scuffle between mother and daughter. ~ "Not a thing." ~ He looks upward toward Halar to return the grin and bowed his head a little in respect for the creature. Bredon would like to think of himself as a well-traveled man, but this was the first encounter he had with a dragon, but he had heard enough stories, but he would be lieing if he said he was not impressed..~ <c>
Lord Bredon ODuer: ~He started to drift off a bit as he caught a glimpse of a single leaf fall to the ground and listened to the young woman swear an allegiance to this truly magnificient creature. His eyes widen a bit as if he had just been struck by something mentally~ "OH! My apologies, my fine folks, I have forgotten to introduce myself." <c>
Lord Bredon ODuer: ~ Bredon shakes his head a bit and takes a deep breath to regain an amount of composure and bows lightly keeping his eyes up as he speaks ~ "My name is Lord Bredon Daman O'Duer of Ulster, and it is a pleasure to make you... all of your acquaintances." ~ He straightens up and lets his eyes glance to each of them with a smile upon his face.~

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Finally she catches the rampant little girl and tickles her while laughing. Hugging her close to herself she finally feels the weariness of the day fall away from her. As if memories, though sweet, were melting away in the stead of newer and happier memories. With a gentle swat on Willow's behind Kahlan sends her to pick some flowers, the only ones she can reach are the ones on the ground, late summer flowers and early autumn ones. Her gaze at once unsettling and yet genuinely happy, settles upon Bredon. "Lord Bredon, I am Kahlan Lothair." Dusting her hands off she extends one to him with a smile while keeping a wary eye on Willow. She intends for him to shake the hand, though often times people mistake the gesture. She felt jittery and excited, but about what she had no idea<C>
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-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair No idea at all. A gracious smile to Bredon before disengaging her hand from his, she glances to Halar as if to say 'We have to talk', as much as she would wish it to be right away, she knew it wasnt possible. Kahlan knew that Halar would say that Daniel should know too, but could she really risk so much? Her eyes take in Daniel as he talks with Amariette. He seemed enamoured with the lady and it made her smile, time would tell. Daniel appeared as if he could be trusted, but then only one other person, living that was, knew anything about her at all. Someone she considered a friend. Long fingers from both hands push through her hair as she watches Willow. Her bare feet make their way around Halar to his opposite side, seeking refuge from some inner trial as she watches her <C>
~High Queen~ Kahlan Lothair Daughter. How she loved her! She would do almost anything for her daughter and it made her appreciative to have her, especially because of the tumultuous first year of uncertainty. For now she seeks shelter against the form of Halar, attempting to hide in plain sight, something that Kahlan had often been the master of. Today though, today it felt like her very soul was open to interrogation, and that was unfair to everyone around her. She didnt mean to be morose and secretive, but then again, only she would hold onto the anniversary of her marriage to Shaine after almost 3 years, now wouldnt she? Silly silly Kahlan, perhaps she was stuck in an ever twisting historical parallel? Hadnt she been through some such thing before? Shaking her head she attempts to get close to Halar, <C>
~High Queen~ Kahlan Lothair Seeing him as her one true refuge next to her daughter, whom comes running up with flowers for her. "Fwowers, mum. Yook!" she exclaims and it makes Kahlan sigh with relief. Cuddling her close she smiles and runs her fingers through Willow's hair, singing a favored lullaby for the sweet child. <E>

Amariette: ~"You honor me Halar, though what Daniel has told you is true enough. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt anything, I simply was trying to find my way back to the market. You see, Mr. Wolf lead me here and then abandoned me once again. Since I was left to my own devices, I decided to try and find someone who could give me directions, if not lead me personally back to where I began. This time, I allowed my curiosity to undermine my caution, I'm glad I did." She turned her body, Daniel's hand tracing along her waist as she moved and she settled her eyes on him easily enough, a faint smile on her lips at the underlying notation of her words.~<c>
Amariette: ~"Still, I would much rather remain here in your company Daniel, if you don't mind. I'm afraid I am a bit hesitant to go on my way when I have a dragon to talk with. Also, I was hoping to see you again." She curled a collection of rogue ruby strands behind her ears and readjusted her straps so that they hugged her shoulders again snugly. Letting the pack fall from her body to the stones, she left it there and took Daniel's hand gently, pulling him closer to the small group. A playful grin was now flowing across her lips and she eyed him pleasantly, her cheeks filling with a rose hue once again and her pearl white teeth brilliantly displayed.~<c>
Amariette: ~ Lifting her emerald gaze to Halar once again, she smiled and then noticed the small child and the woman scurrying behind to fetch her, both figures disappearing in blurs behind the scales of the silver dragon. A giggle rose on her lips as she watched the little girl and remembered times long past with her own mother, a somber and solemn entity in her mind. 'Brianne..' She thought to herself. The realization as to the identity of the pursuing mother did not dawn on her until she caught a glimpse of the woman's face again. It was the Queen! So the child must have undoubtedly been…the Princess! Rather at a loss, she prayed that she didn't seem intentionally impudent at not greeting Her Majesty sooner and she gave a deep curtsy to the noble woman and the small child.~<c>
Amariette: ~"Forgive my idle tongue Your Highness, I did not realize it was you. I hope that this humble village girl finds you and yours in good health?" Her gaze shifted to the newly introduced Lord who was present as well and she gave a respectable bow of her head before looking to Queen Kahlan again.~

Daniel Carter: -The Dragon looked carefully from Amariette and then to Daniel, then back to the girl once more with eyebrows raised. "I am glad to see you are making friends, Daniel." He said slyly, the ulterior motion behind the words implied at something less than a sublte manner. But Daniel wasn't paying any attention to him. As Amariette took his hand and pulled him forwards his face flushed, slightly so, but enough to afford notice that her gentle actions with him had caught him off guard. She spoke of staying and remaining in his company, and though a smile crossed his face he only opened his mouth a crack for he had no words to reply with. Halar chuckled. "I believe the polite response, my dear boy, would be to ask if she would like a tour. (C)-
Daniel Carter: - Or at the very least an escort." The dragon said holding back deeper laughter. As Amariette caught sight of Kahlan Daniel looked up to the Queen and the Princess. "Oh... yes... Lady Kahlan... I would like you to meet Miss Amariette... a friend. The daughter of Bigham Willowbane? He is a blacksmith, well renown. Perhaps you know of him." He said, speaking to Kahlan still with the respect he should afford to her as he was not yet comfortable enough to do otherwise. He looked down to Amariette again. "He's right... if... if you wanted I could give you a tour of the city... just incase there was anything else you needed." He smiled just slightly, eyes connecting with hers, blue against emerald. Halar just shook his head. (C)-
Daniel Carter: -He knew the city would be a good experience for Daniel. Bending his head again to Bredon he laughs and smiles. "May your greeting be returned, but if you will excuse me..." he rumbles, shifting his eyes to Kahlan, "I believe the good Queen would like a word with me." The beast began to pick himself up off the ground to moved with Kahlan and Willow to the other end of the courtyard making all of the furniture shake as he moved along, trying to keep his tail from the way of things. Looking down at the diminuative in size but not in reputation Queen of the Realm he bobbed his head, speaking now in Draconic knowing Daniel, presumably the only one in the vicinity to know the ancient form of the language, was not paying(C)-
Daniel Carter: - any attention to them whatsoever. And he would be very right in that regard, as well he should be since no one could predict the archeologist's habits quite as well as Halar could. "I take it that you have something on your mind, dear girl." He said, turning his attentions back to Kahlan.(F)-

[Dr. Daniel Carter]

Lord Bredon ODuer: ~Wraps his digits around those of the queen and matches the firmness of her handshake as a show of respect. His finger tips glide against her palm as she pulls her hand away. Those bordered orbs looked skyward for a moment as she walked away wondering exactly why he had come here in the first place, but he was quick to shrug it off as he came back to reality. He lets his gaze wander over to the young woman who had seemed to taken a shine to the dragon and was beginning to notice the huddle about him. He found it a bit strange to see a dragon interacting so openly, and patiently with the people here, but it was not his place to question and it was soon forgotten.~ <c>
Lord Bredon ODuer: ~He merely smirked at the banter between the young girl and Daniel. He was able to catch the connotation beneath the words of the dragon and it made him chuckle from his gut a little, but he cut himself off as to not be rude to the people that resided here. He graciously bowed his head to Halar as the creature spoke to him,~ "Please, don't let me keep you." ~ Bredon watched after them as they walked away~ <c>
Lord Bredon ODuer: ~His gaze seemed to jump from one person to another for a moment, and finally he lowered himself and sat down in the grass finding the situation informal enough to do such a thing. Bredan stretched his legs out in front of him and leaned back placing his weight onto the base of his palms as he stared upward through the changing leaves to the clear sky above. ~


~High Queen~ Kahlan Lothair Once behind the protective barrier that is Halar's body she speaks in fluent Draconian. "Yes, I suppose you have noticed my mood if not my manner." She says quietly while Willow plays with a buzzing dragonfly nearby. "I know something that could greatly aid Daniel's research, but I am wary of telling him." She says with a soft voice that begs the question. What Kahlan? What are you hiding? Why are you hiding it, and what does it have to do with what Daniel is interested in? Pushing hair back away from her eyes she looks into one of Halar's great eyes. "Friend, I ask you to guide my decision, I will tell you what you might already know or have some idea about." Slowly she begins her story, a story about a girl born into some relatively interesting powers, the story running <C>
~High Queen~ Kahlan Lothair Parallel to the likes of which Daniel has found a single reference to. Enough to spark his interest in the site. Long lashes blink away tears as she recounts the telling of the Dragon that had been offered up for some sort of sacrafice by way of deceit and how she had by her own volition fought to save the entity until...and she stops. The memory still as vivid as if it were yesterday. If only Daniel lingered around her longer, held his touch just a little longer, he might be gifted with a little more 'sight' than she was willing for him to see. All of this she tells to Halar, leaving out one key detail, why she is what she is and why he can smell it. That part of the story she had choked up on was the answer, the key. To at least one part of it. <E>

Daniel Carter: -Halar's deep silver eyes, though like ice at first glance also held the secrets of many ages long since passed. He was not as old as the temple, naught but a hundred years younger, but still he had not always dwelt in Ulster. He had seen many things as he was now at the end of his lifetime on earth. He had seen kings die, immortals overthrown, civilizations rise and crumble. He had seen the procession of the Gods as they had left this world forever as a young wyrmling. Now at his ripe old age, Halar mentored the man he thought to be the bridge that would span the gaps of time. Daniel's brilliance was unsurpassed in his field, his intuition a gift that Halar thought should be used in a manner according to what Daniel was doing with it now(C)-
Daniel Carter: -as Kahlan tells her story he listens and behaves as any creature so wise would do. Ah, so the picture becomes clearer. When she chokes, he bobs his massive head in condolence and speaks closer to her so as not to let the others hear him. "Kahlan, I do not blame you. You need not say more. For now, this explaination will suffice me. As you assumed, I already know your secret, one which I will die with." The dragon said, his voice deep and cool at the same time. He hesitates on his next sentence, choosing his words very carefully. "Do not fear for Daniel. He could not possibly know. He is mortal. If you believe he would be an asset to your own history, there is a way to explain it to him that he will understand very well..."(C)-
Daniel Carter: -He trailed off then. If Kahlan wanted to know more, he would tell her, but he would not push her. He would let her think it over and decide for herself if she wanted to young archeologist so inimate with her. Daniel himself had said goodbye to Amariette who dismissed herself to retire to the Golden Apple after receiving directions. With a small smile still a tinge pink in the cheeks he watched her leave, the energetic young farm girl with bouncing red curls... For a long moment he watched her go across the market square as if worried she might run into some trouble. She was impressionable and he did not want to see her get hurt in a place so forboding and new. He blinked and looked at the ground then, wondering why he had watched her go, why(C)-
Daniel Carter: -it had felt so strange when she took his hand. He shook the feeling off and looked back towards his abandoned journal. Ah, yes... he still had a lot of work to do in that... He moved to the tree and picked the book up in his hands, running his fingers over the quill scratched pages he had been filling since he got here. It would be stored in his house in Invernis with the others. You could practically start a museum with the collection he had or a bookstore. He smiled at the thought. Perhaps someday the people of this world would have as much appreciation for their history as he did... and maybe, just maybe, they would start to learn from it as well. (F)-