Mar. 20th, 2007

livingintrinity: (Alone)
When she returned her skirts were wet again.

The sun still shining. The forest quiet save for animals, water and breeze. The tree trunk still behind her.

When she makes it back to the house, the Lady's tell her she should be more careful. So she carefully makes sure not to mention the second forest with it's lodge, or the girls and boys from all over the time.

In part because telling them really would further the tale of 'her spells'.


When her father comes back for Nottingham he's livid. Because the Lady's told him she fell in the woods. Because she doesn't clarify or deny their story. Because she could have been hurt much worse and alone be unaided.

She knows it from concern but it doesn't stop either of them from snapping at each other.

They can't help but be at odds.

The government is changing. She didn't get married. The people are terrified. She refuses to be 'A Lady'.


She leaves in the evening to the rookery. To fill the feed and watch the dark birds descend on it until the sun streamers begin to fade. She'd stay longer most nights, but she goes even though she wants to stay. Even though she wants to go back to the other wood.

For her father's sake.

They'll apologize. There will be desserts.

Because he wants her to be his little girl.

Because she knows it's one of the last things that hasn't been taken from him.
livingintrinity: (Warrior Maiden)
Never one for idleness past dark, Marian gathered her mask and arrows.

She needed a real outfit, but the small saving wasn't enough yet.

She made due with what she could filch before donation. The breeches were patched, the long strap of leather mask, the hooded shirt had straps around her arms in places to keep the extra fabric from billowing or catching and the boots one size too large with a hole in each.

Stopping at her fathers cracked door she listened to gentle breathing. Her finger tips graced the wood without moving it, then she turned to go with quiet footfalls.

He'd never know just how much she did this because of and for him.


She hadn't expected the last man.

Singling out the first two, knocking one down and out with an errant arrow. When the poor man they'd been hounding made it into the clear, she cheered her victory with the smallest sound.

Which had led to the running now.

Thought the darkness. Through the bramble. Looking through black endless for a tree big enough or a hole deep enough.

Foot steps gaining on her.

And she prayed. Heart thudding, lungs aching, legs screaming.

To her mother, to Mary. For help, for hope, for salvation, and rescue.

When the water crashed all around her being tears flooded her eyes shamelessly, even as she couldn't remember why she was crying.


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