Week 19 - Late Sunday Night - 1/4/04

[merna_walters]

Merry comes back from Freida's room and starts to head towards Peri's room, then turns to head to the boys' wing. The little piskey knocks on Ash's door.

((Ok there will be some smut towards the end of this, read at your own risk.))

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[merna_walters]

Merry finds it hard to relax, but slowly she does, because she is happy, incredibly happy. And slowly she drifts off to sleep.

***Flash Back Time***

Joie looked up at the window from the treeline, waiting for night to fall, her troupe had left that morning and she had doubled back to rescue the young noble. She had a plan if you could call one idea a plan. She tied a rope around the middle of her staff. As darkness began to fall she approached and throwing her staff like a spear hoped it would go though the open shutters.

[studentsatyr]

The staff sails through the window, and moments later a miffed looking Amie appears in the window. His expresion changes when he spots Joie and he smiles, then holds up one finger to indicate to wait a moment. Rubbing the back of his head with one hand, he disapears back in. Moments later he reapears in the window, tugs the rope hanging out of the window to show it's not going to fall down and gives Joie a thumbs up sign.

[merna_walters]

Joie climbs up the rope and through the window, rather than explain her plan she puts into action. She strips the bed, and starts to the most plain of Amie's clothes on top of one blanket, turning in to a pack.

[studentsatyr]

Amie lets Joie pack his clothes while he collects his valuables. The obvious small chest is collected, but to it are added the contents of a small secret hiding place built into one wall of Amie’s room. He buckles on a sword and snags outerwear as Joie attempts to add it to the collection. Another smaller cloak Amie gives to Joie to wear.

When they are done, there are two bundles, the clothing bundle bulky but noticeably lighter than the bundle Amie’s assembled. Amie drops the clothing bundle out the window, but secures the other bundle to himself.

When they’re both safely on the ground and have recovered the rope, Amie raids the kitchen, exiting with two baskets of food, one of which he hands to Joie.

[spindlenocker]

As Amie hands the food to the young girl, Ducos steps out from behind one of the hangings. The ancient Nocker shakes his head.

"Leaving so soon, m'lord?"

[merna_walters]

Joie sees the nocker, sees him speak, and wonders what he will do. She looks around hoping that the three of them are not seen. Then she slips back deeper into the treeline.

[spindlenocker]

Ducos limps forward. "This is the life you will choose, Amie? To travel with some strumpet you've just met? Leave the people to the tender mercies of your brother?" The nocker seems... disappointed.

[scathachtwins]

((OOC: Waiting for an opportune and dramatically appropriate moment to have Celine appear.))

[studentsatyr]

For a moment, Amie pauses. "I won't do anyone a lot of good if I'm dead or in a monaestary. Which is practically the same thing. And her... She's no strumpet. Believe me, I should know." Amie gives Ducos a wry grin. "And I expect to return." Amie turns away and starts off toward Joie.

[scathachtwins]

With the faintest of rustling noises, a red-haired man emerges from the treeline. He's on the taller side of average, with a leonine grace to his movements. A bandoleer of throwing knives is slung across his chest, over a homespun shirt and leather vest. A bronze medallion hangs about his neck on a leather thong.

Under faerie sight, his hair is the russet hue of autumn leaves, and his eyes the vivid green of spring ones. His features take on an eldritch cast, and his ears taper to delicate points. In addition to the knives, a sword rides on his hip, its hilt polished with use.

He looks at Joie. "We can't wait much longer, small one. Do you go, or stay?"

[merna_walters]

Joie looks between all the men, seeing the troupe's swordman giving her his, 'We are waiting on you.' look. Not knowing what the 3 others have decided Joie makes her choice, the young noble is the one in trouble and she points to him, where he goes she goes.

[studentsatyr]

Amie walks over and offers his hand to Joie. He takes a look back at Ducos. "All right old man, I'll give you a shot at keeping me here. Tell me, can I make her life better if I stay here?"

[merna_walters]

Joie takes Amie's hand and watches the others as they all talk. Jehan looked too tense, like he needs a back rub. She feels helpless, angry, and determined to be helpful.

[spindlenocker]

((BUMPED))

[satyrgalatea]

The tinkling of ankle bells heralds the arrival of a voluptuous woman with long chestnut hair, ivy-green eyes, and an earthy sensuality. Gossamer scarves and a belt of jingling coins do nothing to hide her charms.

Under fae kenning, a pair of horns sprout from her brow, and her goat's legs are covered with a thick carpet of mahogany curls.

"Jehan, Céline's waiting -- how much longer are you going to -- oh." The dancer stares at the assembled fae and the young mortal, eyes wide.

[scathachtwins]

The knife-thrower slants a quick glance at the dancer. Don't ask, it seems to say.

"Tell Céline we'll be a bit longer," he says quietly, but emphatically. He waits until the satyr's gone, then frowns at Ducos. "Are you the one who spoke with my wife?"