02-21-2011, 08:29 AM
Percival pulled his hand out of Azara's, but only so he could wrap it around her shoulders. It was half a loving gesture and half to keep himself up right. He was still slightly disoriented. As they moved through the market, he could hear people speaking of the ill fate of a knight in the arena. He, at first, thought they were talking about themselves, but he soon figured they weren't. He shot a glance at Azara, "It seems whomever competed after myself made quite a stir."
Rosie nodded lightly. She rubbed her eyes and sniffled. She accepted another bite from Roderick and managed to steal a bite of bread.
"I stepped in when I saw a drunk old man screaming at her. ..Couldn't let it continue." At his statement, one might think 'It is now snowing in Hell.'
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