She can feel the city burning around her. It's more than just the smell of the smoke, the taste of the ash in the air, the heat of the flames--no, it's deeper than that. Troy igniting is more than just a physical burn. It's all of Helen's hopes evaporating
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It takes her little time to understand what is happening - she's been there so long, she knows.
Having found a coat and boots, she grabs a blanket and steps out to meet the new arrival.
"Mary," she calls, "All is well, come, lest you catch death!"
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"Thank you," she says, walking towards the porch, and when she gets there, she'll reach for the blanket.
Helen's still shaken, still confused--she wants to ask so many questions, but is thankful for the warmth, frankly, and so she'll be silent, until she steps inside.
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If Helen agrees to sit by the fire, Guinevere will wrap her feet in a blanket (because sandals in the snow are a most horrible combination), and she'll make sure the new arrival is properly bundled.
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She'll sit by the fire, gladly bundled, and sighs. It's not fierce like the flames that engulfed Troy, she thinks--it's calmer, more controlled.
She shudders, half from cold, half from the memory.
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She watches for a moment, somehow enthralled by the other woman's devotion to the work.
"May I ask what you're working on?" she says, finally.
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She doesn't interrupt the man. Instead, Helen waits for his practicing to be over.
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He could do with company, though.
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"Hello," Helen says politely, almost guarded in her tone--even with the dog there, he is still a man, after all.
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Tristan stands, putting down his work, and bows.
"Lady," he says, very politely. "Is there aught for your service?"
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He is tall, handsome, dark, brooding, and the scar on his left cheek does nothing to hide his nature as a fierce fighter.
For now, though, he is quite focused on his work, and rather peaceful, in a way.
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Warriors were never good news to her.
However, her curiosity gets the better of her (of course!) and she'll step forward, chin up (she wants to seem brave, or even bold, perhaps), and ask:
"What is it you're doing?"
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Caranthir was going to reply something sassy, but instead he just blinks at the human woman. Contrary to most of his kin, he has a weak spot for those - even though he knows mortals are only going to bring him further pain.
"... fixing a still," he replies. "It is made in the Khazalid style, perhaps that is why it looks foreign to you, lady?"
It's certainly more sophisticated than anything you'd find in Atika or anywhere in the Egean islands.
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"Ah, yes," Helen says, nodding. "It does look foreign to me."
She steps forward again.
"My apologies. I have been exploring this place, and I came into the kitchen just to...look." Cue a bashful laugh. "My name is Helen."
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