She blushed softly when he called her beautiful. "I serve no one now, but I did once have a Lord. He had freed me before his famly was attacked many years ago." She sighed wistfully in rememberence as she paid the vendor for his wares. She turned to him, the smile returning. "I travel and dance now. Maybe I'll see you and your Lady at my performance in a few hours. If you know any children I would suggest bringing them, I also set out cookies and candies that I both make myself and pick up from my travels." She offered, before she curtsied once again, just to poke fun, then deftly disappeared into the crowds to head back to her wagon where she worked to set up a stage and some tables as well as set up a pot for a soup which was to be her dinner for a few nights.

Azara kept working quietly on Percivals neck as he spoke. She listened intently making sure to remember everything he said. It wasn't very often people spoke about their life and she always treasured it when they did. Azara could feel his muscle tense up so she knew he was bothered with not having a family even though he tried to play it off like it didn't. "It always is very sad when a family member dies before their time comes. Mothers do always push for what they think is right. Mine tries to do the same thing. But you know it is never to late to start a family my Lord, never to late." Azara couldn't help but know where he came from. She was over 140 and still didn't have a family.

Striker watched at Ciarda vanished into the crowd. He would indeed be going to watch her dance. Shaking his head Striker began making his way back to Percival's tents and back to Azara.

Percival smiled and leaned his head back to glanced up at her, "I am 43, your Grace. I very much doubt that I will remain healthy enough to have a family when and if I find the right woman. Sometimes, I wonder if I am healthy enough to go chasing after Rosie all the time. With all she's been through, you'd think she wouldn't wander off," he chuckled lightly, "My mother would not agree, but I am beginning to think this is my destiny. Strange, no?"

Resting her hands on Percivals shoulders Azara looked at his face when he leaned back to look at her. "Ahh the talk of destiny..is it truly believable that someone has a great destiny? That is the question I would like answered. But really you can't dismiss it until you try it. Who knows maybe starting a family will give you a burst of energy." Azara smiled as she thought of the little pixie. "Rosie is going to be a handful that one is. I could help with her, if you wish? And only if I'm not overstepping any boundaries by asking that."


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Percival laughed lightly, then looked up at her again, "You know what gives me a burst of energy?" He motioned to Rosie's tent, "Every night, I put her to bed in her tent. Or in her room, if we are home. And every single morning, I wake up to find that tiny little creature curled up in the crook of my arm. And it fills my heart with such joy and my blood surges through my veins. And even, though only between us two, I sometimes get a tear when I think that I'm all she has in the world now and I'm going to give her everything that is in my power to give. She is the reason I no longer actively search for a family. She is my family now."

He smiled handsomely when she mentioned Rosie being a handful, "She already is, my Lady. And of course! I would love some help. I think it would do Rosie some good to interact with a younger woman. My poor mother is far too old to chase after her. All I hear sometimes is Rosie laugh and my mother sighs 'No! And stop that!' and Rosie comes to me, all pouty-faced because Nana won't chase her."

Hearing Percival talk about his pixie was quite amazing sometimes. It was as if she was his own flesh and blood. His love for her was as obvious as the color of the sky, as deep as the vast ocean, and as plentiful as stars in the night.

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Sabine let out a low breath. Of course he would want her immediately..she should've thought that through. Sabine pat his arm gently, almost reassuringly. "If thou does this for me, then how could I refuse?" She nibbled her bottom lip gently for a few moments. Sabine smiled at him for a moment, still carefully guiding him towards his now in view tent.


Arell the plump dressmaker, came hurrying up to Percival's camp. A box in her hands. It was an extremely large box but it was quite deep. She went to where Percival sat, curtsied to him and held the box out for him, as if waiting for him to take..but she didn't wait. She dropped it softly into his lap. "Just a few of the gowns My Lady has commanded me to make. Some are for play, some are for sleeping and most are for grander things than that." Arell curtsied again, turned on her heels and the plump woman began to hurry off.

Roderick smiled a little goofily, but it faded very quickly. He stopped suddenly, stopping her as well. He looked down at her, frowning deeply, "I do not yet have my mother's ring. If you wish, however, we may return to Kent immediately following the tournament. We can make everything official on paper and in our hearts." Roderick seemed to have sobered rather quickly. His words sounded sincere, which was odd for him. He suddenly sounded very mature. He sounded like the responsible Duke he was born to be.

Percival, upon noticing the seamstress, started to say something, but stopped when she spoke first. When she plopped the box in his lap, he jumped a bit, the chair he sat upon creaking under his weight. He chuckled lightly, "Nothing is grander to Rosie than playtime. I thank you, my Lady! And send a hearty thanks to Lady Sabine as well!"

He glanced to Azara and set the box on the ground in front of him. He opened it and pulled out a few of the dresses, "My, my, my. She is going to be thrilled."

Azara was about to reply to Percival when Lady Sabines seamstress came up to Percival with a box. As Percival opened the box of dresses Azara leaned foward and to the side so she could see them. "I think Miss Rosie is going to be more than thrilled. That little pixie is going to be over the moon. What beautiful dresses." Coming around Azara sat in the chair close to Percival.

Coming up to Percivals tents Striker looked for Azara. Fining her he walked over to where she was seating a stood beside her. "I just bumped into a woman at the market. She is a dancer and invited us to the performance she is going to be doing in a while. She said to bring children because she has homemade candy that she made and set out for them. I would like to go, if you wish Azara."

When Striker came up to her she smiled to him. "If you would like to go then yes we shall. I do love to watch people dance." Turning Azara smiled at Percival. "Would you and Rosie like to join us my Lord?"

Ciarda had managed to get her soup mostly done, it just had to simmer for a long time, before she changed to her travel and work clothes. Humming as she set up the large, low to the ground square table that she would be performin on, she also set up some poles with strings to set up curtains where she could hide her props and if she wanted, to change her outfit. Of to the side she had set up an area for the kids, setting out some toys and cookies and some drinks on a low table, repeating the process of refreshments for the adults at a more reasonable height. She worked diligently, waving and thanking a few people that came by and threw a few coins her way from the humming. As she went to get dressed in her red outfit again, she wondered if she would see the male again.

Percival smiled and picked out a nice dress for Rosie to wear the rest of the day. One that matched her tattered fairy wings. He looked to Azara when she invited him and smiled, "That would be lovely. I am going to fetch a tunic to throw over my shirt. Would you be a dear and wake her for me?" Before she had a chance to answer, because he figured it would be a yes, he leaned over, placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, then went to his tent to find a tunic.

-:O Omg, I found a super cute Disney Toddler doll of Rapunzel today at the mall. Her expression reminds me of Rosie so much lol So I'm gonna dye her hair and repaint her eyes :D S'gonna be so cuuuuute!:-

Name: Prince Sylis
Age: 18 when he died
Story: Sylis had fallen in love-at-first-sight with a maiden in the crowd after his first match of the tourney. Unknown to the young prince she was an assassin from his home, come to slay and remove him from line his place in line to the throne. After enwrapping his heart with lies of love and happiness, she drove a dagger into it.
Years later his corpse would be used by a young necromancer, looking to create a bound slave, he instead awakened a sorrow-filled apparition. Sylis attacked the spell caster in a fit of rage, wanting nothing of the realm of the living.
He appears under the light of the moon, every night till the tourney comes to an end. No one has been able to get a clear look at him, some people even believe the story to be a myth some drunken dwarf made up. But still it is not uncommon to find a lone man crying by himself in the light of the moon, only to disappear the moment the observer blinks.

(Unfortunately I have yet yo figure out how to upload a picture into a forum, I apologize for the inconvenience. I will be home later, hopefully someone can help me.)

Azara was about to say yes when Percival kissed her on the cheek. She sat there for a second with her hand over the spot he kissed and a smile on her face. Then standing up Azara went over to Rosies tent and went inside. Seeing the sleeping pixie made her smile again as she walked over to the small bed. Squatting down Azara brushed the hair off of Rosies face. "Rosie hunny its time to wake up. Were going to get you ready to go see a performance." She said softly but loud enough to wake her up.

Following Azara over to the tent Striker stood outside and watched her through the door of the tent. The scene made him smile. Azara had always been good with children.

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Rosie snoozed quietly, but when Azara called softly to her, she whined. She turned over onto her belly, stretching out over the little bed. She shivered sleepily and snoozed again.

When Rosie flopped over onto her belly Azara couldn't help but smile. She was absolutly adorable. Leaning foward she got closer to the bed. "Ok if you won't wake up I'm going to tickle you!" Reaching over Azara started to tickle Rosie.

Rosie wriggled and thrashed a little. She hiccuped and whined, not quite awake enough to giggle. She kicked and tried to push Azara's hands away, "No tickle! No tickle me, p'ease! I up! Up up!"

Percival emerged not long after in a black tunic. It was simple and elegant. He approached Rosie's tent slowly, smoothing over his blonde hair.

Laughing Azara pulled her hands away. "I guess I'll stop if your up." Still squatting Azara leaned back away from the bed. "Do you want to go find Percival with me? So we can go get ready for a fun afternoon?"

Rosie sat up, rubbing her little pink eyes. She pushed her fuchsia hair out of her face and reached out for Azara. She yawned cutely and shivered again, "What we doing today?"

Percival smiled and stepped up next to Striker, "May I...ask you something, Striker?"

Azara couldn't help but smile when Rosie yawned, it was the cutest thing she had ever saw. When she saw her shiver it made her pause. "We are going to see a Dancer perform for people. But first let's get you dressed then will go find him." Grabbing the dress from her lap that Percival had picked out, Azara held it out so Rosie could see it. "Lady Sabine sent this for you with some other dresses." Laying the dress on the bed Azara stood up and picked Rosie up then set her down on the ground. Squatting down infront of her she smiled. "Do you need my help changing?"

Striker turned to Percival when he came up and spoke. "Sure my Lord. What is it you wish to ask?"

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She looked at the dress and gasped. She ooo'ed and smiled. She nodded when Azara offered some help, "Yes, p'ease. I can not weach deh ties on deh back. ...And I can not tie it." She fluffed her hair a little, her big pink eyes sparkling with excitement, "Can you make my hair pretty, too!?"

"You stay very close to Azara. Is there..something more than a guard's relationship going on? I apologize if this question offends you, but...well, I'm a curious old man. Humor me," He smiled and pat his shoulder.

Smiling at Rosie's excitement Azara scooted closer and helped her out of the clothes she was wearing. While she pulled the new dress over her head she spoke. "We will make your hair so beautiful everyone will want their hair just like yours." After she tied up the back of Rosie's dress, Azara picked her up again and sat her in the small chair that was in the tent. "Do you want you hair up or down sweetheart?"

Striker had to smile when Percival asked the question and patted him on the shoulder. "Azara is my family that is all. There is nothing going on between the two of us." Pausing Striker wasn't sure if he should ask the question he wanted to. Deciding to just go with it he continued. "If its doesn't offend may I ask why you truly wanted to know that my Lord?"

She stayed still while Azara helped get her dressed, which she never did for anyone that normally helped her. When She was put in the chair, she pushed some of her hair up onto her head, "Up! I like it up, p'ease."

Percival shrugged lightly, "I had only wondered. I am old. It is what old people do, is it not? They nose about,"

"Then up it sha'll be!" Azara said with enthusiasm. Gathering up Rosie's hair she began pinning it up on her head. Leaving out a few chunks of her hair Azara made a couple of braids and pinned them across her head, ear to ear. Then leaving a few whips of her shorter hair down around her face Azara stepped back. "All done! What do you think Rosie?"

Striker smiled again. "I guess so my Lord."

She wriggled in her chair while Azara worked and once she was done, she checked her hair in the mirror. She smiled big and looked up at Azara, "I love it! Can we show Papa now!?"

Percival smiled tenderly when he heard Rosie exclaim from inside the tent, "If a woman every asks you about being the father of her children, you might be tempted to run away. That is the wrong direction. Run towards that opportunity. For if you run away, you will regret it forever. There is nothing better than riding up to your home, serenaded by a child screaming your name."

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