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The days since the island party had been a bit of blur for Marian. She had woken early each day for no other reason but to wander, or so she told herself. Her wanderings often led her to the chapel, where she would sit and reflect.
Reflection. Such a dangerous thing. Her words with Tom and with Gus would both come back to her. Her need to see Robin, and yet her desire to be with Silence, as strange as things were. Odd how she was finding solace in things that had rarely been so to her at home. Time alone, and thinking. She was a creature of action, not reflection. Patience had never been her strong suit, even though she had oft recommended it to Robin and others.
Marian had shaken herself out of it that day, saddling Artemis in the Saracen armour she had come in, and taking one of Silence's practise lances to the beach. The balance was hard at first, but a few tilts at the quintaine and she felt she had it, galloping up and down the beach. Tilting at her target, she let out a satisfied cry when it hit with a thunk. She had not listened well enough to Silence's lessons, for the arm spun, the bag of sand hitting her soundly in the middle of her back and knocking her to the sand.
[[Find Marian onna beach having just been de-horsed by a bag of sand. It's rather undignified actually.]]
Reflection. Such a dangerous thing. Her words with Tom and with Gus would both come back to her. Her need to see Robin, and yet her desire to be with Silence, as strange as things were. Odd how she was finding solace in things that had rarely been so to her at home. Time alone, and thinking. She was a creature of action, not reflection. Patience had never been her strong suit, even though she had oft recommended it to Robin and others.
Marian had shaken herself out of it that day, saddling Artemis in the Saracen armour she had come in, and taking one of Silence's practise lances to the beach. The balance was hard at first, but a few tilts at the quintaine and she felt she had it, galloping up and down the beach. Tilting at her target, she let out a satisfied cry when it hit with a thunk. She had not listened well enough to Silence's lessons, for the arm spun, the bag of sand hitting her soundly in the middle of her back and knocking her to the sand.
[[Find Marian onna beach having just been de-horsed by a bag of sand. It's rather undignified actually.]]