The Pendragon's Reign

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Dagonet

Dagonet was worried about his friend. But it would seem that he was only annoying him... Gawain should rest it was true, but Dagonet would rather stay by his side and look after him, watch him... because if he would get worse Dagonet could help. But Gawain didn't want it. He pushed himself little up to show his strenghts.

Dagonet didn't look at Alainia as Gawain asked her that harsh question. His eyes were upon his friend trying in truth to decide if Gawain was wrong and was just telling lie.

That was truth. Dagonet needed rest, sleep. But he was not ready to again leave his friend, when something could happen to him. And well he knew that ARthur ordered him to rest, but surely that could wait a little longer.

Dagonet frowned and looked at Alainia... Cool water? A little smile played on his lips at this. Just slitght sign of smile. She knew what to say.

Dagonet looked back at Gawain trying to see if her words made anykind of effect on the man. IT was truth, Gawain should be ready to call for help if it was needed. If not the wounds he have might get worse and that Dagonet didn't want to witness this.
Alainia turned to him and tall knight's eye sought for hers.

He looked back at Gawain and then at Alainia once more. HE cleared his throat and his hand went to land upon his hurted neck.

"Maybe... We should go somewhere else for that." HE gave Gawain a knowing look. He knew that his friend hated to show weakness as Dagonet himself. "He needs to rest and sleep."

His gaze returned to Alainia.

"Come, let us leave him." his hand went to touch her shoulder lightly, he would not dare to catch her hand and pull her gently towards the door. A mere touch on the shoulder should be enough.

Alainia

She smiled lightly as he cleared his throat and rubbed his hurting neck. It was obvious he wasn't comfortable yet. Perhaps it was mostly the situation and his precieved weakness? Well, it didn't matter. He was hurting and she would help him. Perhaps he could help her find her rooms too?

She smiled as she let her gaze drop from his and return to the hiding man on the bed. Yes, it wuold be better to leave him to his sleep.

She grinned and said, "Very well, let's go to your chambers or another free one to deal with your back, eh?"

He looked at her again with a beseeching air.

As his hand came to rest on her shoulder, she heard and obeyed his silent command to move as well as his verbal,

She paused for a moment, looked back at Gawain and asked, "Do you want a fire built Gawain?"

Perhaps, she should have reworded that better. Re-build the already soothing fire because it was already burning, but it could die out after a time.

Besides, it would help him stay warm until his body had time to make more blood to regulate his body temperature.

Gawain

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Gawain heard the concern in Dagonet's voice, and probably in Galahad presence as well, but he couldn't move, he didn't want to see pity showned onto their face toward him.
He was a warrior, he was a knight, he didn't need pity. And even if they weren't watching him with that he would hate to show his weakness in front of them.

Simple as the day he didn't want to show that it hurt to move, it hurt to stand and even to breath. He would get the rest his body would need and in the end he would return to his normal self. The one that would be ready to shadow his brothers in arms, the one that could fight against any foe as to protect those he loved.

He heard their exchange and relaxed, Dagonet was suggesting to move to another room and they will probably leave him alone.

There was a fire in the room, at least when he walked in there before there was. Where did it go in the aftertime?
He didn't lift himself to look, he would simply trust her with that. But to ask for a fire it will probably only worry his friends, he had never needed much warmth.

Smiling softly to himself, he didn't need external warmth for he had too much inside of him, passion someone would call it - heat Bors would say.

"'m fine... I will call for help if I'll n..need." he hope his promise would calm them and let them leave him alone.

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Dagonet

Alainia smiled lightly at him and Dagonet felt strangly but good under that smile. He was not used to woman smiling at him like that... But his face remained stern right now.

Dagonet nodded his head. His chambers... That was alright with him. Better to leave Gawain before the knight will get more strained from pain and anger at them that they could not leave him alone. Dagonet knew how it was to want to stay alone with his own pain where you didn't need to hide hiss, winces and sometimes tears. It was better to leave Gawain to get back into his normal self. Dagonet knew it too well.

Dagonet just nodded his head again and looked at Galahad lurking somewhere by the door. Once more Dagonet pated Alainia's on her shoulder and walked with her outside the room taking Galahad by his shoulder with his other hand. He slowly and silently closed the door behind them.
He looked at Galahad and noded silently.

"I'll stay here... for now." said the younger knight and Dagonet sent him again a nod of his head.

He moved away with Alainia by his side and as they walked Dagonet looked down at her.

"My room is just around the corner..." he informed her silently once more massaging his neck with a wince. It was really hurtful and annoying.

((ooc: bring them towards Dag's room if you like Alainia ;) ))

Alainia

She grinned lightly when he patted her shoulder.

He showed nothing on his face, but somehow she felt that he liked, if not, enjoyed her company.

That made her feel good since she was new here and had realitively not friends. Accaintances and co-workers whom she was friendly with, sure, but so far no real friends.

She hoped that she was Dagonet's friend, or at least, on her way to becoming a friend to him; as he was to her now.

As Dagonet closed the door, Galahad said,

She gave him a smile and said in understanding, "See you later Galahad."

As they moved down the corridor, him leading of course, he said,

"All the better than!" she said with another smile as she winced in sympathy as he massaged his neck once more.

As they walked around the corridor, she paused at a door that was a few feet away from a simply oak angular bench and a torch currently unlit and asked curiously, "Is this it then?"



((OOC; Hope this is okay!))

((ooc: sure it's okey ;) ))

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Dagonet

Dagonet hoped that Alainia felt good in his presence cause he didn't know how to show that he indeed liked her. And that he enjoyed her good spirits around him. They were making him feel better... but ofcourse he was not showing this to her. He remained stern as always.

They said their farewells to Galahad and Dagonet cast the knight one last look before they went farther into the building.

Dagonet almost smiled at this. Yes it was his room. He noded at her with a murmured confirmation before he pushed the door open for them and peeked inside. There wasn't much mess inside, thank the gods. He offered her with his hand to walk first inside. Once they crossed the door line Dagone closed the door behind him.

"So..." he started. "here we are"

He announced with a hint of smile in his voice. His room wasn't much. Simple bed, a very large one, cause he was not fit for any other beds at the fort and this was made specialy for him, which was the most amusing thing to laugh at for his brothers in arms at some point. Like Bors's children without names. There was one window not quite large... a table with three chairs and cupboards. In the far right corner his armor was kept, it had to be brought by cleaning boy... there was also his sword, which he didn't carry all the time.
He sighed a little.

"Not much..." he told her feeling his cheeks go a little red at this.

Some would think that being a knight made him more respected man around and that he got special things arranged, like bigger room, bigger stall for his horse and so on. But in truth Dagonet was a slave for Rome for most of his adult life, so a slave didn't matter at all. Specially to Rome....

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Nudd

Nudd felt her hand upon his back, it stroked it firmly but also gently. He listened to her words. She had not answered to his question. So it told him that she was indeed annoyed with him. He looked away and bit his lower lips.
As she started to sing Nudd frowned not believing what was now happening. Nobody was singing him a lullaby.... Nobody ever. Not even his mother.

He looked at her with surprise as she took his hand and looked carefully at it. It hurted but not that much as before.

"Rea.... " he whispered swallowing roughly. "Could you stop..." he meant that singing. "I'm not used... " he cleared his throat.

His healthy hand run through his hair.

"Could I sing something for you?" he asked this time smiling at her somehow apologizing. "My sister had me thaught it! It's a nice song... Can I ?"

Rhea

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Blinking she stared hard at his back not really understanding how anyone could not be apt at being taken care, or gently handled like she was doing with him. Nor she could understand why should she stop singing, of course since he asked she stopped doing it, still it hurt slightly


She stopped her singing and windraw her hand from his looking sadly.

His sister? Was this another lie or was he serious this time?

Rhea really didn't know, she couldn't know since he had spoken way too many lies to her. Still he had asked her and she could not refuse him anything. Smiling still a little sadly she nodded "Of course you can sing... what is it about?"

What she wanted to ask in truth was "How was she called your sister, and where she is at the moment" but of course, knowing how Nudd would became she simply keep her mouth shut accepting what was offered and not pushing anymore.

Alainia

She smiled over her shoulder at him as he, like the gentleman he was, let her enter his room first; after checking it of course!

It showed her another aspect of him, even if only a tiny part; he was conscience of how things reflected of him in a way.

She spun around and glanced around his room. It was a tiny bit bigger than hers, and she was slightly surprised that he hadn't moved into a bigger one when Rome left the lands.

She smiled at him and said as she noticed all that there was: a simple bed, a very large one, that made her smile; there was one window not quite large... a table with three chairs and cupboards. In the far right corner his armor was kept, there was also his sword nearby too.

She heard him sigh and said with a light and cheerful smile as she truly meant what she said, "It's a nice room Dagonet; bigger than mine to be sure!"

She raised an eyebrow at him and smiled at his red cheeks.

It was cute.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, Dag, I think it fits you in a way...simple yet profoundly solid and important."

She moved over to one of the chairs, pulled it out and said as she patted the top back rest with her hand, "Come on, sit here and lean forward slightly."

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Dagonet

She smiled very often and it was something Dagonet could not. Her posiive attidute was so much different from what he stand for. He was silent, stern, steady and solid. Gawain told him today what he thought of him and it made Dagonet feel better. Needed. But seeing Alainia smiling up at him no matter why made him feel easier on the soul somehow.

Dagonet's corners lifted in a half smile... Nice room... Many people have wondered why he had not moved to other room, like some of the knights had done. But in truth he liked this place. He could find here solitude and silence. And besides he didn't need any bigger place, he didn't need anything more than was here in this room.

Dagonet's cheeks seemed to burn even harder at her words.He had not smiled nor commented on her words just stared into her. Important? Solid? Simple? Well iit made him feel flatered somehow. He had to look away to hide his confused expression.

Tall knight looked back at her after geting back his composture. He cleared his throat and came closer to where she stood with a chair in front of her. He casted her one brief gaze before he sat down on the chair and leaned forward awaiting. And as he leaned forward a slight hiss of pain escaped him which he tried to cover up with another clearing of his throat.