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Nora nodded when she and the Doctor split, the other woman heading towards the church while Nora ran through the revolving door of the nice little hotel her mother had booked for the reception. Under any other circumstances Nora would have looked up to appreciate the chic interior design but she was running toward the ballroom where the reception was to be held. She fell against the doorway, panting and receiving some disapproving looks from hotel employees and other guests. Nora barely noticed, though. Her eyes had fixed upon one woman. One woman in the ballroom giving directions to the people giving the tables and decorations last minute inspections.
"Mum!"
Irma Clarke turned, her blonde hair perfectly trimmed, and fixed a slightly annoyed gaze upon the person interrupting her. Her eyes widened when she saw her youngest child, looking rather ragged, leaning against the door frame. "Lenore!" she exclaimed, abandoning her helpers and striding over to Nora. "Lenore Fay, where on Earth have you been? Evelyn said you called two hours ago tell tell her you'd arrived in London. You are late and...God why are you so filthy?"
Nora shook her head. "Never mind that, Mum. Evie. Where's Evie?"
"Upstairs. In her room. No doubt preparing. Your sister is going to make the most beautiful bride." Irma was flushing with pride.
"What room?"
"What?"
"What room, Mother?"
Irma pursed her lips. "Fourth floor, room forty four. There's no reason to use that tone with me. Besides you need to be getting upstairs soon, too. With the other bridesmaids. Hopefully your hair can be salvaged." Mrs. Clarke looked at Nora's tousled brown locks with a hint of disapproval, but then her gaze wandered over to her perfectly set up ballroom and smiled. "Doesn't this place look lovely? And wait til you see the church...Lenore?" She turned and saw her daughter moving away, back towards the lobby. "Lenore where are you going?"
"Got to see Evie, Mum. I'll be right back!" Nora called to her, ignoring the protests. She nearly ran into the Doctor in the lobby, almost sending them both to the floor again. "Mum said Evie's up in a hotel room, I'm going to check on her," Nora said, once she had regained her balance. She spun around and made a beeline for the elevators, punching the up button when she got there. The elevator seemed to take an absurdly long time to descend into the lobby, and she was inside once the doors had slid open. Thankfully it had been empty, so no one got to be barreled over by Nora, who was close to having a panic attack. The trip to floor four took about two hundred years and once the doors were open and she was skidding to a halt in front of room forty four, she was barely breathing. She knocked, and it was a urgent sound. Nora was gazing at the door, like she was afraid to hope. It took longer than what she thought was necessary, but the door did open and a pretty woman with long blonde hair, wearing a simple red shirt and jeans, was standing there.
Evelyn Clarke took in the sight of her half crazed looking sister, but she didn't see the half crazed part. All she saw was her little sister. "Nora!" she said, smiling. "I was beginning to wor..."
"Evie!" Nora was suddenly embracing her sister, in hindsight glad that Evie hadn't been wearing her white dress just yet since Nora's own clothes had a layer of dirt on them. "Oh, thank God! You're alright!" Evie was incredibly confused, but her smile didn't slip and she hugged her sister right back.
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Nora gazed at the woman as she promised to help. To get to Evie and stop whoever was doing this. Despite the Doctor's earlier odd mannerisms, and the fact that she suspected the other woman was at least a little bit out of her mind, right now she was completely serious and seemed completely capable. Nora looked her up and down once before nodding, taking a bit of a leap of faith. She decided to trust this alien woman, this Doctor. Who else could stand a chance against these other aliens, after all?
When the TARDIS had lurched it had sent an unsuspecting Nora falling against a railing. She caught herself against it before toppling all the way to the floor, and winced through the pain she had received from the force of the lurch. "What's happening?" she called to the Doctor after hearing the other woman mentioned the word terrible, but was cut off by the ear splitting screech erupting from the control panel. Nora's face contorted as it pounded against her ears, and she could barely make out what the Doctor was saying. But she managed to piece the words together. A block away from St. Mary's, but the TARDIS wouldn't make it the rest of the way.
"We'll have to go on foot the rest of the way," Nora shouted, turning and heading for the doors. Once they were open and she was outside she felt herself pause as she looked around. They had moved. The Doctor said that they had but seeing it for herself was something of a shock. She looked back inside to where the control panel was throwing a fit and made a bit of a face. "Do you have a licence to fly this thing, or something?" She turned around, looking up and down the street as though finding her footing and then nodded in the right direction. "The church is that way. There's a hotel right across the road from it where the reception and dinner is going to be held. Mum and Evie should be in one of those places, come on." She started running down the sidewalk, barely glancing behind her to see if the Doctor was following.
When the TARDIS had lurched it had sent an unsuspecting Nora falling against a railing. She caught herself against it before toppling all the way to the floor, and winced through the pain she had received from the force of the lurch. "What's happening?" she called to the Doctor after hearing the other woman mentioned the word terrible, but was cut off by the ear splitting screech erupting from the control panel. Nora's face contorted as it pounded against her ears, and she could barely make out what the Doctor was saying. But she managed to piece the words together. A block away from St. Mary's, but the TARDIS wouldn't make it the rest of the way.
"We'll have to go on foot the rest of the way," Nora shouted, turning and heading for the doors. Once they were open and she was outside she felt herself pause as she looked around. They had moved. The Doctor said that they had but seeing it for herself was something of a shock. She looked back inside to where the control panel was throwing a fit and made a bit of a face. "Do you have a licence to fly this thing, or something?" She turned around, looking up and down the street as though finding her footing and then nodded in the right direction. "The church is that way. There's a hotel right across the road from it where the reception and dinner is going to be held. Mum and Evie should be in one of those places, come on." She started running down the sidewalk, barely glancing behind her to see if the Doctor was following.
Sam walked at the end of the line, behind August so she could keep an eye on him. At least that's what she wanted everyone to think. The truth was that she wasn't sure if she'd be able to do much if he did attempt to escape, even when he was weighed down by the biggest pack the group had. Sam had taken his sword, though she didn't have a clue how to use it other than holding the handle and sticking the other person with the sharp, pointy end. It was probably a bit more complicated than that, though.
It was weird, carrying the sword. The closest she had ever come to carrying a weapon was a can of pepper spray that she had in her handbag back home, though she'd never actually used it. When you lived in a big city it as better to be prepared, though. So she had bought and carried the can. The sword was different. She was very aware of it on her hip. It was a noticeable extra weight that she was carrying and sometimes it felt heavier than it actually was. That was more because of the figurative burden rather than the actual weapon though. Sam;s hand brushed against the hilt and she wasn't positive if she felt that much braver or more secure with the sword in her possession.
The scenery was able to take her mind off of it though. The forest around the queen''s hallow had been bleak and silent, almost as though it were dead. But the woods surrounding them were becoming more lush with each step. Sam turned her head, suddenly surrounded by green that was flecked with bright colors from the wild flowers that seemed to have come from nowhere. This was the sort of forest one pictured when reading a fairy tale. She heard Dorothea's yelp and turned her head in time to see something that looked like a cross between a monkey and a squirrel, but with bright yellow fur, scurrying off into the brush. Sam blinked her eyes at the sight, watching the creature vanish and mentally telling herself that she hadn't imagined it. Dorothea leaped up onto her shoulder after the run in with yellow monkey-squirrel, and once she was settled Sam looked over at her. "This is Verinia?" she asked, more for clarification that anything else. Her eyes began to wander, looking up into the trees and seeing some birds she couldn't begin to describe. She wasn't even sure if they were birds, come to think of it. "This place...it feels different from your kingdom." It wasn't stated like the difference was a bad thing. Sam was merely making an observation. "Why is that?"
It was weird, carrying the sword. The closest she had ever come to carrying a weapon was a can of pepper spray that she had in her handbag back home, though she'd never actually used it. When you lived in a big city it as better to be prepared, though. So she had bought and carried the can. The sword was different. She was very aware of it on her hip. It was a noticeable extra weight that she was carrying and sometimes it felt heavier than it actually was. That was more because of the figurative burden rather than the actual weapon though. Sam;s hand brushed against the hilt and she wasn't positive if she felt that much braver or more secure with the sword in her possession.
The scenery was able to take her mind off of it though. The forest around the queen''s hallow had been bleak and silent, almost as though it were dead. But the woods surrounding them were becoming more lush with each step. Sam turned her head, suddenly surrounded by green that was flecked with bright colors from the wild flowers that seemed to have come from nowhere. This was the sort of forest one pictured when reading a fairy tale. She heard Dorothea's yelp and turned her head in time to see something that looked like a cross between a monkey and a squirrel, but with bright yellow fur, scurrying off into the brush. Sam blinked her eyes at the sight, watching the creature vanish and mentally telling herself that she hadn't imagined it. Dorothea leaped up onto her shoulder after the run in with yellow monkey-squirrel, and once she was settled Sam looked over at her. "This is Verinia?" she asked, more for clarification that anything else. Her eyes began to wander, looking up into the trees and seeing some birds she couldn't begin to describe. She wasn't even sure if they were birds, come to think of it. "This place...it feels different from your kingdom." It wasn't stated like the difference was a bad thing. Sam was merely making an observation. "Why is that?"
Sam nodded when Dorothea said that she trusted her. "Thank you. Your Highness." She grinned down at the cat and gave her a playful sort of wink. in her mind, however, she felt a strange sort of pressure. Sam hoped that she deserved that trust and she hadn't just made a huge mistake that could cost all of them their lives. She mentally shook her head. No. She hadn't made a mistake. Sam had to trust herself, and her instincts, and what her instincts told her was that she was doing the right thing. Sam couldn't allow herself to be plagued by self doubt, like she had every time she had ever taken a test in her life. She smiled to herself for a moment. Maybe if she got out of this and found her away home again she wouldn't feel so terrified to take the Bar. That test was nothing compared to this.
The tent's flap rustled behind her and she turned to see dwarves and August. His wrists were bound, his face was clean, and he was no longer wearing the colors of his kingdom. He just looked like a woodsman. She supposed. Sam had no idea what woodsmen were really supposed to look like. He fixed a glare on her, thought it didn't intimidate her as much this time, and he held up his wrists and commented that it had to be a joke. Sam looked at the ropes and had a suspicion that they were sort of pointless. He could probably free himself from them at anytime. It wasn't a particularly comforting thought, but she allowed herself to have a little faith. She looked back at him and shrugged. "I'm operating on a bit of faith here. Just be happy that they aren't carrying you." Her tone went completely serious and honest. "But seriously, if you try anything I will cut you using your own sword." Sam was done playing the victim. She had said she'd take responsibility for him and she had meant it and she was choosing to trust that him. But if the occasion arose she would defend herself. Juts like she would have back home.
But now it was breakfast time. She followed August and sat by the fire, accepting the food when it came to her. Dorothea began telling her the plans for their journey that day and Sam glanced over at her, having only one question. "Whose farm are we going to?" she asked, looking around at the rag tag group of companions.
The tent's flap rustled behind her and she turned to see dwarves and August. His wrists were bound, his face was clean, and he was no longer wearing the colors of his kingdom. He just looked like a woodsman. She supposed. Sam had no idea what woodsmen were really supposed to look like. He fixed a glare on her, thought it didn't intimidate her as much this time, and he held up his wrists and commented that it had to be a joke. Sam looked at the ropes and had a suspicion that they were sort of pointless. He could probably free himself from them at anytime. It wasn't a particularly comforting thought, but she allowed herself to have a little faith. She looked back at him and shrugged. "I'm operating on a bit of faith here. Just be happy that they aren't carrying you." Her tone went completely serious and honest. "But seriously, if you try anything I will cut you using your own sword." Sam was done playing the victim. She had said she'd take responsibility for him and she had meant it and she was choosing to trust that him. But if the occasion arose she would defend herself. Juts like she would have back home.
But now it was breakfast time. She followed August and sat by the fire, accepting the food when it came to her. Dorothea began telling her the plans for their journey that day and Sam glanced over at her, having only one question. "Whose farm are we going to?" she asked, looking around at the rag tag group of companions.
Nora looked over to where her suitcase and messenger bag were sitting then back over to the woman. "My name?" she said, her tone slightly distracted. "Oh it's um...Nora. Nora Clarke." She finally let herself leave her spot against the door and cross over to where her bags were. Her head swiveled around at the mentioned of a "space traveling time ship" and she fixed her gaze upon the Doctor, looking as though she wasn't quite sure if she had heard her correctly. "Sorry, but are you telling me that this is a space ship? And a time machine?"
She took another look around the interior of the deceptively tiny box the closed her eyes for a moment. She just had a ridiculous thought. At least it would have been ridiculous if she wasn't standing in a bigger on the inside police box. "So this...ship. It's alien, right? Like it's from outer space or another planet or something." She titled her head a little as she looked at the woman at the controls. "So...are you? An alien?" She was fairly certain she already knew the answer. But a part of her needed to hear it.
She mentioned that she could take her where she was originally supposed to go before she had kidnapped. Nora's eyebrows rose as she nodded. "Right. Um, thanks. Not just for the ride, but for coming to get me. That was, um...thanks." She took a seat by her bags and looked at the woman who liked to talk to herself, was probably an alien, and had a time machine. She was off her rocker. But as the minutes passed and Nora became more accustomed to all of this, she found that maybe "off her rocker" wasn't a terribly bad thing. "I Was on my way to St. Mary's. The church. For a wedding. Not mine," she suddenly felt the need to say. "It's my sister's."
The Doctor was wondering aloud, asking the wonderful question that was on her mind, as well. Why had she been kidnapped? She asked her if she had ever time traveled before and Nora's eyes narrowed a bit, as though amused by the question. "Do I look like I've ever time traveled before?" She thought back to when she had been crouched by the door with her ear pressed against it, listening to the people on the other side and leaned forward a bit. "I, um, don't know if this is helpful. But I heard them say something. The people who kidnapped me, or aliens rather. I never really saw any faces but I overheard a little of what they were saying. They said something about how they needed two people who had...compatible DNA. And the one who I think was in charge sent someone out to Mary's to get the other one. So they need someone else with DNA that's compatible to mine. But I don't know any Mary. Mary's..." She was quiet for a moment as she mulled it over in her head, then Nora stood in a flash, her eyes going wide. "How compatible would siblings' DNA be with each other?" she asked, moving over to the control panel as she stared at the Doctor. "Mary's could mean St. Mary's Church. And the other one could mean Evie. My sister. Doctor, are they going after my sister next?"
She took another look around the interior of the deceptively tiny box the closed her eyes for a moment. She just had a ridiculous thought. At least it would have been ridiculous if she wasn't standing in a bigger on the inside police box. "So this...ship. It's alien, right? Like it's from outer space or another planet or something." She titled her head a little as she looked at the woman at the controls. "So...are you? An alien?" She was fairly certain she already knew the answer. But a part of her needed to hear it.
She mentioned that she could take her where she was originally supposed to go before she had kidnapped. Nora's eyebrows rose as she nodded. "Right. Um, thanks. Not just for the ride, but for coming to get me. That was, um...thanks." She took a seat by her bags and looked at the woman who liked to talk to herself, was probably an alien, and had a time machine. She was off her rocker. But as the minutes passed and Nora became more accustomed to all of this, she found that maybe "off her rocker" wasn't a terribly bad thing. "I Was on my way to St. Mary's. The church. For a wedding. Not mine," she suddenly felt the need to say. "It's my sister's."
The Doctor was wondering aloud, asking the wonderful question that was on her mind, as well. Why had she been kidnapped? She asked her if she had ever time traveled before and Nora's eyes narrowed a bit, as though amused by the question. "Do I look like I've ever time traveled before?" She thought back to when she had been crouched by the door with her ear pressed against it, listening to the people on the other side and leaned forward a bit. "I, um, don't know if this is helpful. But I heard them say something. The people who kidnapped me, or aliens rather. I never really saw any faces but I overheard a little of what they were saying. They said something about how they needed two people who had...compatible DNA. And the one who I think was in charge sent someone out to Mary's to get the other one. So they need someone else with DNA that's compatible to mine. But I don't know any Mary. Mary's..." She was quiet for a moment as she mulled it over in her head, then Nora stood in a flash, her eyes going wide. "How compatible would siblings' DNA be with each other?" she asked, moving over to the control panel as she stared at the Doctor. "Mary's could mean St. Mary's Church. And the other one could mean Evie. My sister. Doctor, are they going after my sister next?"
Sam felt a bit pleased that she had struck a royal speechless, though she hid the satisfaction from her expression. She smiled and nodded when Dorothea told her was glad she was coming. "I'm glad we're not saying goodbye yet either," Sam said, biting her lip momentarily while smiling. "Even though we met under some equally terrible circumstances, you've sort of become...a friend. If that's...the right word." She looked back down at her and raised an eyebrow. "Kind of the weirdest friend I've ever had. Sorry, no offense. That was meant to be a compliment."
She looked back at the tent when Dorothea brought up the Marshal, her eyes troubled as she wondered again if she was doing the right thing. It seemed so logical that he was tricking her, but her instinct kept telling her that he hadn't been lying. When she thought of how he'd threatened her she also thought of how he'd laughed at her jab about how he smelled. It was almost like he was two people, the Marshal and August. Sam feared the Marshal, but August...August she might possibly be able to trust. It was confusing and unsettling, but she had made her decision and she supposed she had to stick to it. She was tempted to tell Dorothea what he had told her. That he claimed to be working against Narissa, waiting to find her weakness. But she had promised him that she wouldn't say anything, and Sam didn't think Dorothea would believe it anyway.
Turning her head to look back down at the cat, Sam offered a small smile. "You don't have to talk to him, if you don't want to. I already told the dwarves that I would take responsibility for him. I don't know for sure if he can be kept under control...but I'll try. You don't have to trust him. Just trust me. Can you do that?"
She looked back at the tent when Dorothea brought up the Marshal, her eyes troubled as she wondered again if she was doing the right thing. It seemed so logical that he was tricking her, but her instinct kept telling her that he hadn't been lying. When she thought of how he'd threatened her she also thought of how he'd laughed at her jab about how he smelled. It was almost like he was two people, the Marshal and August. Sam feared the Marshal, but August...August she might possibly be able to trust. It was confusing and unsettling, but she had made her decision and she supposed she had to stick to it. She was tempted to tell Dorothea what he had told her. That he claimed to be working against Narissa, waiting to find her weakness. But she had promised him that she wouldn't say anything, and Sam didn't think Dorothea would believe it anyway.
Turning her head to look back down at the cat, Sam offered a small smile. "You don't have to talk to him, if you don't want to. I already told the dwarves that I would take responsibility for him. I don't know for sure if he can be kept under control...but I'll try. You don't have to trust him. Just trust me. Can you do that?"
The woman's words had been lost on Nora since the word "TARDIS." And before that she had already been gaping at the woman when she had introduced herself as the Doctor. What sort of name was that? It wasn't even a name. And she could only begin to guess what "Hyiasam" meant, though it sounded like it had something to do with the people who had kidnapped her. The woman, Doctor, had said that they weren't local, but also that they weren't supposed to be on Earth. "Not local...you don't mean like 'not English,' do you?" Nora asked, her voice a bit weak. But other than that she had just gazed at her with a vacant expression, and she felt like the woman was miles ahead of her while she struggled to keep up.
What she did understand was when the Doctor said that they should go, and that was something Nora heartily agreed with. She certainly didn't want to get turned inside out, if that was even possible. But when Nora turned to face the blue box she felt a bit anxious. She didn't didn't really know what the box, the TARDIS was, and even as the other woman disappeared through the door she hesitated. Then Nora glanced behind her and decided that whoever was out there had to be a lot worse than whatever she would find inside the box. So she hurried over to the door and went inside, spinning around and closing the door immediately after. Then Nora took a backwards step and turned around to get a good look around the tiny box. And she nearly collapsed.
For a moment she believed that she had stepped into another world. Nora fell back against the closed doors as her mouth parted in a surprised little "Oh!" and her wide eyes tried to take it all in. It was a vast chamber with a ceiling she could barely even see and rounded walls and stairs that led doorways that must have let to hallways, making this already enormous place even more enormous. But it couldn't be...it had been a box, a tiny box...no bigger than a phone booth. Nora almost forgot to breath as her eyes swept around the chamber once again before fixing upon what looked like a control panel in the center of it. The whole place seemed to glow and it gave off a feeling of warmth and energy that seemed to fill her completely. She finally fixed her round eyes on the woman who called herself the Doctor and Nora opened her mouth as though to say something. But all she could do for a moment was take a few shaky breaths until her voice finally came back to her. "It's...well it's..." Nora was a loss for words and she gazed incredulously at her before she was finally able to ask, "What exactly is it, again?"
What she did understand was when the Doctor said that they should go, and that was something Nora heartily agreed with. She certainly didn't want to get turned inside out, if that was even possible. But when Nora turned to face the blue box she felt a bit anxious. She didn't didn't really know what the box, the TARDIS was, and even as the other woman disappeared through the door she hesitated. Then Nora glanced behind her and decided that whoever was out there had to be a lot worse than whatever she would find inside the box. So she hurried over to the door and went inside, spinning around and closing the door immediately after. Then Nora took a backwards step and turned around to get a good look around the tiny box. And she nearly collapsed.
For a moment she believed that she had stepped into another world. Nora fell back against the closed doors as her mouth parted in a surprised little "Oh!" and her wide eyes tried to take it all in. It was a vast chamber with a ceiling she could barely even see and rounded walls and stairs that led doorways that must have let to hallways, making this already enormous place even more enormous. But it couldn't be...it had been a box, a tiny box...no bigger than a phone booth. Nora almost forgot to breath as her eyes swept around the chamber once again before fixing upon what looked like a control panel in the center of it. The whole place seemed to glow and it gave off a feeling of warmth and energy that seemed to fill her completely. She finally fixed her round eyes on the woman who called herself the Doctor and Nora opened her mouth as though to say something. But all she could do for a moment was take a few shaky breaths until her voice finally came back to her. "It's...well it's..." Nora was a loss for words and she gazed incredulously at her before she was finally able to ask, "What exactly is it, again?"
Sam just gazed at Dorothea when she finally opened her eyes and saw what was going on. She had a completely innocent expression on her face, not feeling the slightest bit guilty of what she had done, nor what she was planning on doing. She allowed August to stand on his own when Dorothea ordered him to get away from her, though she was ready in case he fell over. He didn't, just strode further into the tent. Sam chanced a glaace over at Dorothea and could tell she was upset and confused. Oh boy. This was going to be fun.
She turned and vacated the tent, leaving August and Alphonse in the tent. She did pause at the doorway, glancing back at August. "Hey. Behave." Her eyes were narrowed seriously at him before she turned away and went outside, passing Florian as she went.
Dorothea was waiting for her outside, gazing up at her expectantly. Sam looked down at her, her arms crossed over her chest and a calm expression on her face. Not even a flicker of guilt passed over it. After a minute of this staring contest she looked away, glancing around the camp as she spoke. "It seems that the dwarves won't be the only ones accompanying you to the capitol. I'm coming, too." It wasn't stated like a question for permission, but a fact. And she was sure Dorothea would react most unhappily at this news. ""And we can't let the Marshal go, nor can we just leave him here to die. Or to potentially get rescued. So our only option is to take him with us." Sam fixed her gray eyes on Dorothea and her eyebrows rose a bit. "Do you have a problem with that?"
She turned and vacated the tent, leaving August and Alphonse in the tent. She did pause at the doorway, glancing back at August. "Hey. Behave." Her eyes were narrowed seriously at him before she turned away and went outside, passing Florian as she went.
Dorothea was waiting for her outside, gazing up at her expectantly. Sam looked down at her, her arms crossed over her chest and a calm expression on her face. Not even a flicker of guilt passed over it. After a minute of this staring contest she looked away, glancing around the camp as she spoke. "It seems that the dwarves won't be the only ones accompanying you to the capitol. I'm coming, too." It wasn't stated like a question for permission, but a fact. And she was sure Dorothea would react most unhappily at this news. ""And we can't let the Marshal go, nor can we just leave him here to die. Or to potentially get rescued. So our only option is to take him with us." Sam fixed her gray eyes on Dorothea and her eyebrows rose a bit. "Do you have a problem with that?"
Liam sighed when he heard the sound of horse hooves speed up and fall into step beside him. He looked over at the concerned face of Raquelle and he grimaced at her words. She offered him the sandwich and he didn’t want to take it. He didn’t want to eat when his men weren’t. But he knew she would insist until he complied and with a sigh he reached out and took the sandwich.
He shared a glance with Will, who merely shrugged, and then took the offered sandwich and unwrapped the paper from it. He took a bite and chewed for a moment before swallowing. “Thank you, Raquelle.” He was silent as he finished the sandwich and then he crumpled the paper in his hand. “I’m sorry if I’m acting so short with you,” he told her, looking over. “This is just…very hard. For me. I can’t stop worrying about her and I promised your father I would bring her home.” Liam looked down at the reigns clutched in his face. “I have to find her.”
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While Alphonse was looking for clothes for the Marshal, Sam could feel goose bumps rising on her arms. She knew that he was watching her and she gazed intently at the fire, forcing herself to not turn around. She didn’t look up until she heard Alphonse coming back with an armful of brown clothing.
Sam rose to help him untie August from the tree, but at the suggestion that the dwarf men would undress and clean him the man began bellowing something indiscernible at them. It made Sam hesitate, and she questioned if this was a smart plan. On the road he would have more freedom, more chances to kill them and escape. She had seen honestly on his face the previous night but what if it had been a trick. But she wasn't sure if she believed it was. A part of her believed he had been honest. And besides she couldn't leave him to die.
She stopped in front of him and knelt down, like she had last night. She met his hate filled eyes and narrowed her own. “If I take that gag off will you start screaming?” He looked like crap. Pale and tired and weak from a night spent outside. She wondered if he could stand on his own (she doubted it) and watched him warily as she pulled the gag out of his mouth. The fact that he had no weapons was only slightly reassuring.
Then Sam started untying August’s bonds, her fingers fumbling with the knots a few times before she was able to pull the ropes away. She took his arm and gently pulled him to his feet. She looked up at him, her lips pursed in thought. “You smell horrible,” she commented before leading him towards the tent. Once they reached it she pulled the flap back and she looked at the cat still curled on a pillow. “Hey princess, it’s time to get up now,” Sam said, not too loudly but with a meaningful tone.
He shared a glance with Will, who merely shrugged, and then took the offered sandwich and unwrapped the paper from it. He took a bite and chewed for a moment before swallowing. “Thank you, Raquelle.” He was silent as he finished the sandwich and then he crumpled the paper in his hand. “I’m sorry if I’m acting so short with you,” he told her, looking over. “This is just…very hard. For me. I can’t stop worrying about her and I promised your father I would bring her home.” Liam looked down at the reigns clutched in his face. “I have to find her.”
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While Alphonse was looking for clothes for the Marshal, Sam could feel goose bumps rising on her arms. She knew that he was watching her and she gazed intently at the fire, forcing herself to not turn around. She didn’t look up until she heard Alphonse coming back with an armful of brown clothing.
Sam rose to help him untie August from the tree, but at the suggestion that the dwarf men would undress and clean him the man began bellowing something indiscernible at them. It made Sam hesitate, and she questioned if this was a smart plan. On the road he would have more freedom, more chances to kill them and escape. She had seen honestly on his face the previous night but what if it had been a trick. But she wasn't sure if she believed it was. A part of her believed he had been honest. And besides she couldn't leave him to die.
She stopped in front of him and knelt down, like she had last night. She met his hate filled eyes and narrowed her own. “If I take that gag off will you start screaming?” He looked like crap. Pale and tired and weak from a night spent outside. She wondered if he could stand on his own (she doubted it) and watched him warily as she pulled the gag out of his mouth. The fact that he had no weapons was only slightly reassuring.
Then Sam started untying August’s bonds, her fingers fumbling with the knots a few times before she was able to pull the ropes away. She took his arm and gently pulled him to his feet. She looked up at him, her lips pursed in thought. “You smell horrible,” she commented before leading him towards the tent. Once they reached it she pulled the flap back and she looked at the cat still curled on a pillow. “Hey princess, it’s time to get up now,” Sam said, not too loudly but with a meaningful tone.
The woman mentioned that she had her bags. Nora looked up in confusion, having momentarily forgotten she had had suitcases. "My bags?" Almost immediately after saying this she realized what the woman was talking about. And then she remembered what the bags were for, what she was in London for. Oh God, how long had she been out? How long had it been since the street corner? Was in late afternoon, was the wedding supposed to have happened by now? Was her family freaking out? Nora looked up to see the woman thumbing towards the magic box thing. She tried to look inside of it, at what was making the light, but the door was only cracked open and she couldn't see anything inside of it.
She looked back up at the woman when she asked if she was alright and Nora genuinely did not know. "Um, I think so?" she managed to say and she climbed to her feet, leaving back against the door as she did so. She gave the box another meaningful look before focusing on the woman again. "I think I'll be better when you get me out of here. Can you get me out of here?" Nora stepped away from the door and closer to the woman, her apparent rescuer. And the strange box that had just appeared out of no where. "How did you find me?" she asked her, trying to maintain a calm tone, "And who are you, anyway? I met you on the street before, but we didn't really get a chance to...what is that box thing?" That seemed to be the question she really wanted to ask and Nora kept looking over at it nervously. She also wanted to get the hell out of here before any of those people from outside came back.
She looked back up at the woman when she asked if she was alright and Nora genuinely did not know. "Um, I think so?" she managed to say and she climbed to her feet, leaving back against the door as she did so. She gave the box another meaningful look before focusing on the woman again. "I think I'll be better when you get me out of here. Can you get me out of here?" Nora stepped away from the door and closer to the woman, her apparent rescuer. And the strange box that had just appeared out of no where. "How did you find me?" she asked her, trying to maintain a calm tone, "And who are you, anyway? I met you on the street before, but we didn't really get a chance to...what is that box thing?" That seemed to be the question she really wanted to ask and Nora kept looking over at it nervously. She also wanted to get the hell out of here before any of those people from outside came back.
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