He smiled again and had a cookie himself. He watched Rosie crumble another piece of cake into her cup. "Bernicia is beautiful. I do not mean to be biased, many places in England are beautiful, but I would never leave Bernicia. And the autumn brings such gorgeous colors and a wonderful celebration of the year's harvest."

Rosie had stopped, setting her cup on the table. Her keen little pixie ears picked up footsteps and she watched the pathways between encampments to catch a glimpse of the traveler.

Adol took a deep breath and sighed as He looked around." I haven't heard of any battles happening around here." He stroked his chin as he looked around for a place to get a warm bite of food. He had enough money to at least buy a warm spice bun with icing. "Mmmmm..." A slight grin came to his lips; as he thought of the biggest warmest spice bun he could.

A bright smile came across Azara's face. She did love autumn. "I love the colors that autumn brings about. It has to be my favorite time of the year." Azara was about to pick up her glass when she noticed Rosie focusing on something. Opening her own strong hear up she listened in and heard the footsteps that Rosie must be hearing. But since no one knew she could hear that well Azara didn't comment on the fact she could hear them. "What's that matter little Miss? Do you hear something?" She asked Rosie.

((Off for the night. I have to go into work tomorrow so I won't be on till later tomorrow night. See you then, night guys!))

She waited a moment longer before shrugging. She went to sipping her cake-juice and wriggled, "I heard sumthing. ...Guess I didn't really heard it."

Percival glanced to the pathway as well. Usually when she heard something, something was there. It wasn't usual that she heard phantom footsteps or strange things in the night that turned out not to be real. He pat her head gently and finished his cookie.

-:Ugh, I would have posted HOURS ago, but I got all wrapped up in depressing Monster High business :( :-

Adol heard some one; talking and headed toward it being cautious not to leave him self open to attack. " Hello..." He knocked on some thing to draw those who were talkings attention. "Any one there?" His bright red hair poking out as if it was looking around. His curiosity getting the better of him.

Azara was about to say something when she heard someone call out and made a banging noise. Swinging her head around she looked to the direction of the noise and saw a flash of red hair. Frowning she tightened her grip on Rosie slightly then looked to Percival. "I wonder who that is. Should we call back to them?"

Her eyes widened slightly. Harpy? It wasn't something she was expecting. "Wow. Harpies. Thats interesting. Do you have wings? Whats it like to fly? What about any special ceremonies? Festivals?" She had looked thoughtful at first, but now she was excited and curious. She turned slightly when she heard the soup pot rattle the lid as it simmered, moving over and settling the soup by stirring it slightly. She glanced at Striker then over to her wagon. "Would you like anything? I know I have some fruits, maybe a little bit of water or a bottle of wine." She shrugged, suddenly shy for some reason. It didn't settle right with her that she was normally so confident and capable with over males, but with this one she wasn't, she was shy, nervous, and unsure of herself.

((Hey guys sorry its been a while. But it seems my comp had a bad crash. We(me&my family) got a virus that wouldn't let us access the internet and reformating it so far hasn't worked out. So the only way I've been able to get online now is on my bfs comp, Which I don't live with...It sucks. -cries- So yea now you know whats going on and why you may not see me much for a little bit yet. >.>))

[ Adol poked his head in fully as the rest followed out under his shoulders. "I wonder whats going on." He yawned a little and stretched. the young man looked around and saw the group and bowed " My name is Adol Gaiseric." his greyish blue eyes scanning the room.

Percival stood slowly when the young man approached them. He nodded his head lightly, "It is a pleasure, young man. Is there something the Duchess or myself, can do for you, son?"

The small pixie watched Adol very closely. She had already had a close encounter with a strange, mean man that day. She didn't want a second. She sipped her juice, looking up to Azara when she held her a bit tighter.

-:That sucks, Amani, I'm sorry :( Hope it gets fixed soon!:-

Azara watched the young man come into the open and introduce himself. She let Percival speak to him and looked down at Rosie, who had looked up to her when she tightened her grip. Azara gave her a sweet smile and brushed some stray hair off her little face before turning back to Adol. "Im Azara by the way and this is Percival," she said the the stranger.


Grinning Striker waited to say anything until Ciarda was done talking. When she was done he pulled off his shirt and slowly turned around so his back was to her. Concentrating Striker made his wings come out of the hidden slits in his back. Two black wings that seemed to glisten with every color imaginable flew out. Any Harpy could make their wings come out and not let their eyes change if they practiced enough. Turning back around so he faced Ciarda he flared his wings out in a quick swipe, causing a slight breeze. "Flying is the best thing in the world. It's....indescribable. And we don't really have any special festivals or ceremonies." Flapping his wings once more Striker smiled. "Let's break out the wine shall we?"

((that has happened to me loads of times!!! It really sucks! Hopefully you get it fixed soon:) ))

She tried not to, really she did, but she still blushed when he removed his shirt. He was handsome, and yet also unattainable as far as she knew with him being the guardian of his Lady. Glancing back as he brought out her wings she smiled softly at the slight breeze, the hand holding on to the door latch twitched slightly at her barely hidden desire to touch the wings. "I've always wondered what it would be like to fly. Growing up I used to watch the birds a dream of flying, now when I dance i just imagine dancing on clouds." She admitted quietly, the fading blush returning to a nice ripe cherry red. She giggled with the second breeze and unlatched the door, disappearing for a minute or two then returning with an unopened bottle of red wine. "Its not fancy like you may be used to with your Lady." She said softly, handing him a cup and keeping one for her self as she opened the bottle then held the bottle towards Striker to let him pour his own amount.


((I hope so too, but considering my bf is supposed to be looking at it since he brought it with him to his house to check on the harddrive in his computer, he has yet to do anything with it. -.- He's been playing his mmo more. Oh well. Still love him.))

Striker grinned at Ciarda's blush and grinned even bigger when he noticed her hand twitch on the doorknob. He could tell she wanted to touch his wings, most people did when they saw them. When Ciarda came back in with the wine he accepted the glass and poured himself some. Setting it down her looked to her. "Maybe I can take you flying some night? And the wine is perfect, it's actually one of my favorites. Only some of the expensive is truly good." After taking a drink of his wine Striker turned to the side slightly and reached his wing out to her. "Would you like to touch?" He asked with a small grin.

She smiled softly as she poured a small amount for herself. "That sounds wonderful." She spoke quietly. "So what are you and your Lady doing after the Tournament?" She asked as she took a small sip, then set it aside when he stretched his wing towards her. Blushing brightly she brushed her fingers through the soft feathers, gasping at the silky softness. "So soft..."

][okay..here i am...I'm really sorry about my looooooooong absence of the rp. ][


Sabine had watched Roderick send his girls away, with a hand covering her lips to hide a smile and soft giggling. When he returned to her, she put her arms around him and on tip toes leaned up to whisper in his ear. "Oh my darling, thou has no idea of how much I love thee." Then she kissed his cheek. Not long after that, Percival and Azara had approached with Rosie. Sabine had smiled to them, her eyes glinting with mischief.

When Roderick had called Rosie a grub, and Percival threatened him. Sabine discreetly nudged Roderick's ribs just a little to hard. As they continued to converse, and Roderick provoked Percival, Sabine took a few steps back when Percival brought Roderick nose to nose. She cleared her throat softly, but said nothing until Percival and Azara had left. "Acting that way, and in front of ladies." She huffed slightly, grabbed his arm and began to drag him towards his tent. "Drunk or not, that was very brutish of thee...and worry not my love. I shall produce a multitude of grubs for thee." She giggled softly as she dragged him into the tent.

Roderick grinned when she pulled him toward the tent, "Are you taking me to practice making them?" He stumbled lightly when they made it into the tent. He gently pulled away and sat heavily on his bed. He stifled a yawn and looked up to her. "What shall we do, my love?"

Sabine giggled softly, covering her mouth with a hand and blushing just softly. "Oh my." When he sat down on the bed, she walked over to him and hugged him tight for a few moments, pressing his face against her bosom, it was only for a few moments and then she pulled away and poked his chest. "I thinkest that thou should sleep for awhile." She slipped her shoes off and sat down on the bed next to him. "I will keep thee company whilest thou sleeps."

Roderick smiled goofily and wrapped his arms around her when she hugged him. Roderick kicked his boots off and took Sabine by the waist. He grinned and pulled her close to him, "Good. Tis an act against the Lord to do it alone." He figured she knew what he was implying. He leaned in close and placed a small kiss on her neck, then caught her earlobe between his teeth, "Hm?"

-: It's so weird talking about 'the lord' when I'm not religious O_o But I imagine Roderick and Percival being religious. ...Makes me feel weird:-

Adol bowed "I am Adol Gaiseric, but a humble mercenary. It is an honour to meet you all." He stood up. "per chance, do you have some warm food ?" He held up a bag of coins " I have money to pay you back for the meal."

Percival looked to Azara, "That would be up to her Grace. My Lady?" He gently took Rosie from Azara's lap and held her against him. He watched her nibble down a small cake she snatched up from the table as he picked her up.

As she munched, it became clear that she was singing to herself as she chewed.

Sabine put her hands gently on Roderick's shoulders when he pulled her close to him. Shivering lightly when he nipped her earlobe. "Oh my.." She murmured almost breathlessly. Reaching a decision rather quickly, Sabine pushed back on Roderick's shoulders and leaned forward, as she leaned forward she brought her knees onto the bed so that when he fell back onto the bed she would be atop him. Straddling his waist. Moments after that, her lips found his in a sweet, gentle kiss. It would seem, Sabine had given in to his advances.

"To that I do not know." Striker replied to Ciarda with a smile. "She hasn't said much about it yet. What will you be doing after the tournament my lovely Ciarda?" As Striker said the last part his smile widened into a grin. When she stroked his wing Striker couldn't help the feeling of pleasure go through him. He loved when someone stroked his wings, it was an amazing feeling. "Yes you would think that they weren't that soft when you look at them."

He wanted to let her continue touching them but he needed to return back to normal. If anyone was to walk in on him..it would be bad, and he said as much to Ciarda. "I have to put my wings back now. If anyone were to see me like this, it would not bode well for myself or Azara." Stepping back Striker made his wings slide back into the slits in his back then turning he grabbed his tunic and put it on.


Nodding her head to both Percival and Adol, Azara beckoned her maid over. "Would you please get some warm soup and bread for this man, my dear. Also bring out some of our honey hotcakes." After the maid left Azara turned and looked at Adol. "Oh I would not take your money, it's just a hot meal." She said with a smile. Azara motioned to the chair that her butler just brought over to them. "Please have a seat." While she waited for him to sit Azara noticed that Rosie was singing to herself as she ate and it made her smile bigger.

Adol nodded and moved the chair to a corner and took his sword from his waist a sat with them then set his sword on his lap "Thank you for the meal." He looked around at every thing. Scanning and analyzing the room then. He heard, Rosie sing and drifted off in old memories.

"Your welcome my dear. Now where are you from?" As Azara talked her maid came up with the food and placed it in front of Adol. Walking off she stood off to the side by Azara once again. "I do hope you like stew?" She asked him with a smile.

Adol snapped back as he smelt the food and dung in and ate fast It was good."Mmm..."He nodded to her question. From the flat lands south of germany. Were the nomad sarmation lived, atleast thats where my teacher said I was from." Adol looked long into the stew and sighed as he took another big bite.

She noticed that Adol seemed to enjoy his soup which made Azara smile. "If you would like more just let me know. We have plenty more." After taking a sip of her juice she looked back to Adol. "What brings you to the tournament Adol?"