Katelyn

Vanguard of Thornfall (Frenetic Raptor & Kate)

The sting of the mid-morning sun pulled Aryn from her rest, the soft hum of Selma causing her waking to be more pleasant then she assessed as the light first pressed against her lids. She grabbed a small pink pillow and covered her head with it anyway, grunting and causing a fuss of sorts, namely just to gather attention. Her long blonde hair streamed out across the bed, soft curls and little tangles entwined in what must have been a great night of sleep. She laughed when Selma grabbed the pillow and launched it, tickling the small fae across her belly that was exposed due to her nocturnal movements. She swatted at her and Selma laughed too, the sound of it motherly and filling up the room with love and kindness.

Aryn twisted away, jumping onto her feet and turning to face her handmaid, a look of challenge on her face as her brows moved up and down in a mischievous manner. Selma straightened up and placed her hands on her portly hips, her eye brow lifting with a very motherly warning. Aryn had to fear, but only the hope of winning the match that morning as she backed up a little and whispered, "I'm gonna get you..."

Selma soon lost her composure, figuring the child was serious and turned to run for the door, a loud squeal leaving her as Aryn laughed with joy and pounced on top of the bed, running to catch up and launching herself in the air. She made it to the open door Selma had escaped from and plowed into her Uncle Jefferson, the large man wrapping her in a hug and trying to regain his balance before they both feel to the ground. The handmaiden was nowhere to be seen, but that was most usual seeing that Selma was a grand witch and there not by chance, but by design to protect the next Queen of Darium.

"What are you up to, child? You're going to give us old folks a heart attack with your vigor alone." He hugged her with a bit of a grunt and moved back to look down at her. "Now, get yourself dressed and I shall go with you to the Vespa fountains and wait just inside the small cafe on the edge of the square for you to meet Orin."

She released him and stepped back, her head tilting a little to the right as she pouted slightly. "How can I ever sneak out of here if you all share my devious plans? No one was supposed to know about me going and yet I'm sure everyone, including father knows!"

"That he does. Get dressed and I shall meet you outside in an hour with the carriage ready. Selma has breakfast cooking, I just spotted her in the kitchen." He turned to go and Aryn almost objected seeing that the woman was with her, but that was a mystery best left untouched.

"Fine," she huffed and slipped into a soft white cotton dress, sandals and pulled her long hair into a messy braid of gold. She ate a quick breakfast, no words spoken with Selma, but quick smiles and glances that spoke of humorous retribution to be made apparent sooner than later. Not having a mother for quite sometime left a chasm in Aryn that was unable to find words and yet Selma helped to bring her grief and fear in check most days with her loving kindness.

She finished her breakfast and walked into the noonday sun, the air still a little chilly as winter approached, but most refreshing. The ride to the fountain took longer than expected due to most of the people in the village stopped to smile and wave as the princess moved through the small cobblestone streets. They arrived a few minutes before expected, so Aryn promised she would remain in the spot she'd chosen and her uncle disappeared back down the path they'd come on. She tugged at her braid a little after finding a comfortable spot on the edge of the fountain, the lovely sounds accompanied by moving water tried to calm her excitement.

She almost felt as though she might burst as she looked up and spotted Orin, his long dark hair framing his face perfectly and stealing her breath for a moment. How grateful she was that he was a little ways off and couldn't possibly see the effect him growing up would have on her. She quickly forgot things of a lustful nature and slipped from the rock, a quick walk, jog to meet him and offer him a warm hug.

"It has been far too long, my friend," she moved back and let herself take him in. "You look wonderful..."

Kate's Back Door

That scared factor is all about cinematography's ability to create a scene that is so real and so terrifying that I stay awake all night long - waiting for something to come out and get me. *SCREAMS*

Whatcha up to today, HANDsome?

Now I Lay Me (Enforcer & Kate)

Snow fell in small flakes in the late December sky, Christmas only a week or so away and Eva found herself bundled up in jeans and boots, a white tank top with a large blue sweater over the top and a heavy coat that her father insisted she wear along with gloves and two scarves. She could barely move with the agility she hoped for in a moment of frolicking in the snow and yet she'd rather not hear her overbearing parent's words of wisdom when she returned with frozen fingers and toes. She was far too old for her father to be rebuking her and yet he had no one but her to assist in keeping the church a float and putting the feminine touch to everything he did. Her mother had passed a few years back, nothing more than a common cold taking her from them. Evangelina ached at the remembrance of her death and moved her thoughts far from it as she looked toward the heaven's and closed her eyes. Soft, wet droplets of snow hit her lovely tanned cheeks and melted upon impact, the sensation like no other afforded her.

The ground was covered in a few inches, just enough to make the yard look like a winter wonderland of sorts. The church set upon the backdrop of it all was magnificent and Eva quickly found herself mesmerized by the stained glass depictions of various Bible stories as the colors bled out across the white snow, creating a canopy of color. A soft smile sat upon her lovely pale lips as she moved to the old tire swing in their yard, many memories sitting on the simplicity of the toy. Climbing onto it she felt the old tree that held it tightly grown as her weight caused it to bend a little. A laugh bubbled up from her chest at the thought of being wrapped in childish things and yet the snow did that to everyone.

Movement just behind her caused her to jump a little, her body contorting to see who was walking her way. A quick wave let her know it was her father's best friend and Deacon of their church, Henry Jefferson. She waited until he was a little closer before speaking up.

"Morning, Mr. Jefferson," she smiled and slid off the swing only to loose her footing and land on her rear in the snow. He rushed forward and helped her up, a laugh following him.

"Oh, Eva... are you already child?" He reached for her, his large hands covered in thick blue gloves, but ever so helpful in pulling her up. "You're not hurt, are ya?"

She brushed the snow from her and laughed, looking up at the older man and remembering a time when there wasn't so much grey in his hair and his eyes seemed more full of life and fire. "Heavens no... I deserved it too, I suppose. Far too old to be out here acting a fool in this weather."

He laughed and pointed toward the house as she nodded and followed beside him. He came by every Saturday afternoon to go over the scripture and notes for Sunday morning with her father. "Truth be told... I wish I was swinging on that swing. We're never to old to be a child again. The Bible reminds us that we've gotta be childlike if we expect to enter the gates."

She lifted her head to the sky and stuck out her tongue, catching a flake and almost loosing her balance. He grabbed onto her again and they both laughed, her words quite appropriate.

"Oh, I think I'm covered, believe me."

Deception-on the run

Y - Drop Hades pic in here for us.

Deception-on the run

Arch took notice that Karia's mother was more than aware of the girls ability to see dead people. He moved to the table in the kitchen and sat down only to have the questioning look given to him by the older woman. Karia's words about his tattoo had him giving her an uncomfortable look. He'd never shown anyone the tattoo and move people missed it leaving him without having to explain himself. He sighed under his breath wondering what the hell he'd gotten himself into and pulled his watch off, moving his wrist and forearm under the bright kitchen light.

"The men that attacked Karia tonight had the same markings as I and it almost seemed like they came down from the sky in a bolt of lightening, as ridiculous as that sounds." He stiffened as Karia's mother grabbed his arm, the woman definitely having recognized something about his tattoo, no matter how faint it was.

"This cannot be... how do you," she looked up at Arch, releasing his arm and grabbing his chin to turn his face a little this way and that while she studied him. It took all of his wit to not jerk back, people in general never taking to kindly to him and where he'd pretty much shut himself off emotionally from them this was a little to intimate for him. She realized the look in his gaze and let him go, a soft apology on her lips.

"Why in the world would Zues send people after my baby? And if he did, why would his own flesh and blood fight them off?" She spoke to herself, biting at her lip as she moved about. The room started to darken and coldness swept around them, the light flickering above Arch's head. He wanted to dig into her questions as he believed she'd called him the son of Zues.

He knew nothing of his father and pretty much figured this woman for a loony at this point, but something about her claims found residence within his heart. He hadn't time to utter a question as the world around them began to shift, his heart beating faster and faster. He stood and grabbed Karia, pulling her behind him and waiting to see what the hell was unfolding before them.

Kate's Back Door

*takes roo's advice* I shall not do that as the last thing I need is to be scared outta my panties in the bed at night. *lifts an eyebrow* Wait a minute...

JERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRK - what's up nugget?

Castaway (Pfroggy1 & Kate)

Hey you -

Just checking in. :) Let me know if we're still rolling and if so - awesomeee and if not - no worries. :)

Below the Surface (Reverie & Kate)

Hey you -

Just checking in. :)

How's your week progressing? Mine has been lovely!

Now I Lay Me (Enforcer & Kate)

Laughs.... You're too cute for your own good. You're one of the best (good and wholesome) people I know. And I love you for it.

Sand and Glory - A Gladiator RP

I'm a rebel and refuse to adjust mine - again. Sorry... kiss it.

I'll post up today most likely.