♣ Against the Odds ♣ Medieval RP (Accepting!)

[.celestential.]

Eleanora felt a little bad for what she had said, seeing the guilt on her brother's face. It hadn't been her place to scold him like that, anyway, as he was the elder and she shouldn't speak in such a way to him, but she didn't take back what she said. When Fendrel mentioned missing supper she stiffened. If their father hadn't noticed their absence already, he definitely would then. "Is there no way for us to be back in time?" she asked hopefully, though she knew if there was he wouldn't have even brought it up. She was about to say something more when Chris's horse tripped and Chris dismounted. "She can't keep going?"

[emango23]

Melo | 20 | prince of Ulea | woods

The prince could feel Sibyl's eyes burn into his back, and heard the metal whisper as she had slid out her dagger. Oddly enough, the thief's weapon being drawn brought a small comfort to the prince. He had seen bandits before, when his father occasionally dragged him along to a court he was attending, or the time that one was foolish enough to try to rob the castle. They were pitiful beings, pushed past some sort of line that left them with no pride or self-worth, begging for mercy, a dribble of lies dripping down their chins as they spoke about reshaping and getting better (the few that had been released were almost always found guilty of some other crime within the month) their eyes wolf-like and their hands restless. He did not want to meet one today, especially with these two and their current states.

Melo turned at Sibyl's words, shrugging lightly, though regretted it when it made Krea shift, issuing a small mumble from her. "I am able to leave on occasion, with the king's consent, though most of my time outside the castle is unknown to him. He doesn't like when I leave without his permission." he averted his eyes. He could avoid them now, but he remembered punishment: the stern words, followed by the locked doors which would last days at a time, given meals under the chink at the bottom of the door. It wasn't a terrible punishment, he wasn't starved and he received no thrashings, but the silence of the bedroom could almost drive him mad. One time he had thrown all of his books off of his desk, sent the pens and papers and little baubles flying. It had felt so good, but the silence didn't go away. A few hours afterwords he had gotten to cleaning it up, and by the time he was released the room was spotless.

He shrugged off the memory, and looked back at Sibyl. "well, that's an answer from me, now it's my turn. Why were you attacking that man? You said you we're a thief, not a wrestler." He could have asked a bit more serious question, like what crimes could get her hanged, but her question hadn't been too personal, and he didn't want to completely scare her off.

[mimosal]

(Oops, sorry guys, I might have dozed off :3)

P R I N C E - F E N D R E L - O F - R E L G I A
✖✖✖ But I can scream enough to show my face in the light of day. ✖✖✖

Fendrel was just about to kick his horse into a full on gallop when Chris and Adra suddenly faced the threat of going down. The prince pulled his stallion to a stop and quickly dismounted, sliding less than gracefully to his feet. In fact, he nearly tripped himself by not swinging his leg up high enough over the saddle. In the last moment, though, he managed to right himself. He hustled over to the knight and her horse to examine what had happened.

"Oi, don't blame the horse." He chided lightly, "Blame nature. The natural world is an evil place." He said playfully. There was something forced about this light mood of his. He felt the need to make amends to his sister after being in such a sour mood for the most of the day. He was going to need to get a grip on himself if the Ball was going to go down without any problems. The prince crouched down to look at the mare's leg, resting a hand on the beast's chest as reassurance. He had absolutely no knowledge of medicine or first aid, but it made him feel useful to at least look.

From his crouched position, he looked up at Chris, "Don't apologize. It's not your fault. It's probably a good thing that we head back anyways." He admitted, gesturing towards Eleanora. "Someone isn't quite ready to embrace my life choices." Again his attention fell towards Chris, "We can come back later. It might have to wait until after the ball, but I would gladly get away." He stood up and brushed the dirt from his pant legs. The scuff didn't bother him, but it would bother everyone else. "You can ride back with either Ele or I. Adra will do good to have less weight to carry." He offered.

S I B Y L - B L A I R , -T H I E F - O F - U L E A
✖✖✖ But the best of thieves couldn't take my love away. ✖✖✖

Sibyl's attention lurched back to her sister when she heard the quiet groan of the child who had been wiggled. Her shoulders were stiff, unsure of what Krea was upset about. However, when the child murmured something, moved her arms to hang around the prince's neck, then re-positioned her head before falling immobile again, Sibyl calmed her concerns. She mindlessly swung the blade in her hand, dancing it around her fingers in a test of skill. Her hands were scarred from the same similar behavior carried over the years. Luckily, her skills had improved and it was rare that she cut herself anymore.

When Melo stated that he wasn't allowed freedom, her brows furrowed. That sounded absolutely miserable. She couldn't imagine being chained down as such. The inability to go where one pleased and do what one wanted sounded like the worst kind of Hell. "You have to get permission from your Father before leaving?" She clarified with a clearly dumbfounded expression. "You are old enough to be considered an adult, are you not?" Her confusion leaked into her voice, "That's idiotic. You can certainly handle yourself and don't need a babysitter." Though she questioned her own words after saying them. He didn't seem to understand the concept of crowds or fitting in.

When the questions were turned towards her, she rubbed the back of her neck with one hand. She didn't even know all of the details of the event, but she had gotten an idea. The apples spread across the ground and the one clasped in Krea's hand when she found her was plenty evidence for her. "He was hurting Krea." She answered simply at first, pausing a moment before elaborating. "I slept later than normal and Krea must have slipped away while I was out. I woke to hear her screaming and didn't waste any time. When I found her, the man had her by the wrist and off her feet." she gave a nervous laugh at that point, "I lost it at that point." admitting this to the prince was probably a bad move, but he had seen when she was nearly about to slit the man's throat. That was probably worse than giving any context.

[.celestential.]

Eleanora smiled at her brother's new mood. Not because she was amused by anything he had said. She could tell that he was trying to be more cheerful for her sake, which she was grateful for, though she felt slightly guilty about it. She slid off her horse and landed lightly on her feet. Hearing the remark about her not being ready to follow in Fendrel's footsteps she stuck her tongue out at him, momentarily forgetting that Chris was there with them and she wasn't acting like a princess should. "I'm not ready to embrace your life choice because I'm not ready to be scolded daily," she teased him.

[adrasteia]

|Chris|Knight Captain|Relgia|Tag: Fendrel, Eleanora|

Chris glanced at the prince as she got into her bag, pulling out the roll of undyed cloth she always kept there for instances like these. She wrapped the horses leg to help keep the swelling down then stood back up brushing the dirt off of her outfit. She smiled kindly at the princess, "If it pleases you, Eleanora, the picnic offer still stands." Chris said, though on that occasion she would get the king's permission first. Chris did not need to be accused of kidnapping the princess.

Chris reached back into her bag and brought out deer skin full of water. She took a drink before grimacing and nearly spitting the water out. Chris forced herself to swallow before looking at the skin in distaste, "Someone switched my water." She groaned, putting the skin back into her bag. The thing was full of wine. Chris drank sometimes but rarely and definitely not when she was in the presence of two of the royal siblings.

Chris glanced at Fendrel, realizing that she had not replied to anything he had said, "I think that getting out here again will be good for the both of us." She told the prince, "otherwise I might end up doing something I regret." She regarded Fendrel with a tilt of her head at his last suggestion. Chris hid her figure well in the uniforms and other outfits she wore but if she sat any where near the prince or princess there was a chance she might be found out. "I can walk, Fendrel." She said gruffly.

[.celestential.]

Eleanora looked at Chris curiously, wondering why the captain would prefer to walk instead of riding with one of them. "Are you sure you don't want to ride with one of us? It's a bit of a long walk to get back to the castle," she said, hoping she didn't sound like she was trying to be forceful. Chris could what he wanted, but she wanted to make sure he was certain that he wanted to walk back.

[mimosal]

P R I N C E - F E N D R E L - O F - R E L G I A
✖✖✖ But I can scream enough to show my face in the light of day. ✖✖✖

Fendrel beamed at his sister, momentarily debating whether or not he should try to pull her into the mud. He decided against it, knowing that there would be no way out of fessing up to his father when he got home about the disappearance of the middle child. Returning with Eleanora dirtied wouldn't score him any bonus points. "I find it funny that I am still 'punished'. It has yet to work and I figured father would have gotten the hint by now that he needs to change his tactics." he replied, though his words were slightly mumbled, knowing the risk of saying such things.

No matter, he eyed the deer skin with interest. It wasn't hard to pick up the smell of wine. It was always strong, especially to someone so apt to drinking as Fendrel was. He held his hand out to Chris with a raised brow, knowing he didn't have to give voice to his request. "No need to get sharp." He said in defense to Chris' response. "Simply offering. Your horse seems to struggle with pebbles, figured you might as well. If I return with a lost brother and an injured Captain, I might as well be on the streets." He added jokingly.

[adrasteia]

|Chris|Knight Captain|Relgia|Tag: Eleanora, Fendrel|

Chris pulled the wine back out from the bag and handed it to Fendrel. She would have to get a new skin now, the taste of wine never left the things and she preferred her water to not taste like wine. She glared at Fendrel before breaking out into a grin, "You know you'd love to be on the streets," She said, her voice sounding a lot more feminine than she usually allowed. Chris groaned inwardly before addressing Eleanora with her gruff voice, "I haven't gotten out much lately," She replied with a cheesy smile, "It would do me some good to walk."

Not to mention the fact that it would do her a lot of good to not get figured out. The only people who knew her true gender were her parents and the man who taught her to fight. Chris refused to employ servants so the it would be easier on her and she wouldn't have to worry as much. But no, riding with either Fendrel or Eleanora would not go well for her. Not even they could be that forgiving of her.

[.celestential.]

Eleanora eyed Chris a moment more before she shrugged. She could tell that there was something else the captain wasn't saying, but she didn't press him any further. It's not a princess-like thing to pry into other people's business, she reminded herself. She turned to her brother then and said, "We should start heading back, before someone notices that we are gone." In reality, she knew that Fendrel being gone wouldn't be such a big deal, as he often snuck out, but if she was discovered missing it could create a large commotion, and she didn't want that to happen.

[mimosal]

P R I N C E - F E N D R E L - O F - R E L G I A
✖✖✖ But I can scream enough to show my face in the light of day. ✖✖✖

Fendrel didn't argue with Chris' comment about him actually enjoying living on the streets. He quite longed for that. It would mean freedom, without a doubt. Freedom and adventure were all he craved. Perhaps companionship as well, but that was not nearly as prominent. He took the flask eagerly and brought it up to his lips before taking a long gulp of the liquid. It was weak, but it was something. He lowered the skin, quite content to have some sort of drink to keep him somewhat calm, it would be his saving grace for his father. So long as he did not drink too much, alcohol managed to keep Fendrel pretty calm and carefree. When he managed to drink himself to higher levels of intoxication, however, he got to be quite the show.

He chuckled at Chris' voice change, not taking it for anything more than a simple weakness, "Can't handle your alcohol, mate?" He teased, slapping Chris on the back. He turned and walked back to Brick. As he mounted again, he poured more of the deep liquid into his mouth, savoring the drink just as well as a canine savors a juicy steak. He nodded in agreement to his sister, "Let's be on our way." he agreed verbally. "I'd rather face Father if I can get myself away from sober." He muttered quietly, holding the reins on the horse in only one hand at that point. He led the creature around in a circle before giving it a light pressure to move forward at a pace Chris would be able to keep up with.