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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Oct 23, 2009 20:18:40 GMT
Middle height, straight brown hair with green/blue eyes... fair skin, late teens?
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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Oct 23, 2009 20:05:00 GMT
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say... I mean, I was just asking." Gill stumbled over her words when Henry replied so defensively to her question. She wasn't even sure what she was apologising for, but she made a mental note to keep her tongue in check in the future. Now Henry had mentioned it, she couldn't help but look at his attire. It was dark, worn and threadbare in most places. Infact, it was so scruffy she wondered that she hadn't considered it before. She had obviously been preoccupied with other things- her stolen purse, the man threatening her, and most recently: nearly losing her job.
When Henry replied about his thoughts on the stars, she smiled. At least he hadn't stayed mad at her, but then he fell silent and looked so forlorn and deep in contemplation. When Gill couldn't think of anything comforting to say, she instead attempted to cross over and sit beside him on his branch, hoping that her closer presence would be comfort enough.
Unfortunately, in the dark, she completely misjudged the distance, and plummeted over the branch she was aiming for, a startled scream escaping her lips. Her flailing hands clutched at Henry's lap, then legs, then feet in free fall, but were unable to keep hold. She landed with a soft thump on the grassy ground below, hair lightning-struck wild, skirts and petticoats hitched up over her knees. With one hand, she held her head as if to stop the sky spinning before her, in the other, she clutched one of Henry's shoes, a glazed expression on her face.
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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Oct 23, 2009 10:56:07 GMT
Dardan's right about the vampire thing, if anything, at the beginning of Dracula he's shown to have an strange affinity with the wild wolves that live near his castle... and I'm not sure how vampires would work into a coherent plot line. There were legends long before Stoker's Dracula, and so it's feasible to introduce them into a medieval England plotline I suppose. Even though vampires and werewolves might be a bit too much, with magic there's always the option of Shape-shifters or a magician controlling wild animals?
I like the concept of Dragons too, but I think dreamer's right and they'd have to be restricted somehow. Perhaps the Dragon from Merlin could be used as a canon character? And he could be evil and the one employing magicians and the brotherhood against the Pendragons? Or invent a completely different dragon? They're such an ancient race they could have a vendetta against humankind?
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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Oct 23, 2009 10:42:25 GMT
I've gone for Arthur and Morgana, I really like their realtionship in the first series- MUCH better than Arthur and Gwen!
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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Oct 19, 2009 22:33:16 GMT
Under normal circumstances, Gill would probably have been hurt if someone had pulled back their hand so roughly, but instead, she was too caught up in Henry's explanation.
"You're a farmer?" she began, "I used to help out on the farm back home and the tools are so dangerous, see here-" at this point she thrust her own arm towards to Henry showing him the back of her hand. It was an odd hand movement, reminiscent of how a lady would offer her hand to a nobleman; she pointed to a horseshoe shaped silvery mark that Henry probably couldn't even see in the dim light. "-that's where my youngest brother hit me with a hoe! I'm pretty sure he did it on purpose, they always said I was more of a hindrance than a help in the field. They must have really wanted me out of the way!" Gill laughed reminiscing, she had barely thought about home since she had come to Camelot. It was nice to remember.
Caught up in her reverie, Gill hadn't noticed the silence that fell between them until Henry broke it:
"I wonder what stars are?"
As soon as he spoke he turned his face away, so Gill couldn't tell if the question was in earnest, or if he was making fun of her naivete...
"I'm not sure..." she replied, deciding it was a proper question, "Scholars would say different- but they remind me of magic. I think maybe someone really powerful put them there." Gill turned to look at the stars properly. "Can you do magic?" She inwardly cringed that she had asked such a childish question and fervently wished she'd phrased it a bit better, still, it was out there now...
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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Oct 16, 2009 10:51:41 GMT
I'd say friends, or charmed (hence the rose mcgowan avatar!)
What colour are your eyes?
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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Oct 16, 2009 10:47:56 GMT
Gill couldn't help but smile as she watched Henry seat himself on the branch opposite. She was so unsure how he would react to anything she said. Her attentions were obviously making Henry feel awkward, as he had asked again what they were doing here. "If you don't know what you're doing here, what makes you think I do?" she replied lightly, her eyes still on his face. The light that filtered through the trees was an odd pinkish hue, making Henry's face glow. She cocked her head to one side saying: "You don't like nobles do you." It wasn't a question, just a statement, and she didn't give Henry a chance to confirm it either way. She also didn't ask for an explanation, but instead finally broke eye contact, looking down at her hands. Although they were slightly red from a day's work, and rougher than a noblewoman's hand- they were not the hands of a girl who had been working all her life. "I used to be from a wealthy family, but situations change. I became a farmer's daughter, and now I'm a maid..." she seemed to be talking more to herself than Henry. Without pausing she reached across and took one of his hands with both of hers, turning it over to inspect the underside in her lap. "You can tell a lot from a person's hands. Not from any fortune telling nonsense though..." She ran her thumb across the boy's palm. "Your hands are so scarred!" Again, it was an exclamation not a question. Henry wasn't particularly talkative, and Gill didn't want to scare him away with question after question, especially when she was oddly enjoying his quiet company. Besides, she thought, Curiosity killed the cat... she remembered the phrase her father used often. He never seemed to remember the second half though- and satisfaction brought it back. [OOC: Henry, I hope it's OK about the scarred hands. I guessed in your line of work you'd use knives a lot! (you carry them up your sleeves right?) I can change it if you want smooooth hands )
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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Oct 14, 2009 21:47:12 GMT
Spending time with a child
Have really big ears or a really big nose?
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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Oct 11, 2009 1:05:28 GMT
Umm, Godfather.
Harry Potter: Books or films?
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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Oct 11, 2009 0:56:00 GMT
"What are we doing here?"
Henry's quiet words wrenched Gill from her thoughts. She blinked, refocusing her eyes which, until then, had been staring out into the sky. She turned to face him, leaning more fully back onto the tree with both arms by her side, touching the trunk. How could she tell him why they were here? She didn't even know herself! She felt light, almost drunk. Gill didn't know why, but she was meant to be standing here with this half-starved, unshaven and silent boy that confused and puzzled her, and made her pulse race.
"I don't know" she replied, a smile flickering in and out of existence. The three words sounded ridiculous- a poor conclusion to the blur of emotions that were whirring away inside her. It struck her again that she didn't even know his name. It would make sense to ask him now. Yet Gill remained mute. She could say something suggestive, or seductive? Idle chatter just seemed so unnecessary.
Instead of furthering a conversation about the view, or names or anything, Gill turned to face the tree and using two low branches as footholds, climbed up, disappearing into it's boughs.
Crunch. A few seconds later a dull green apple with a perfect bite mark was dropped down to Henry. "Come on up. Please? The view's amazing..."
In truth, Gill couldn't see the panoramic sunset very well through the leaves, which were silhouetted black against the bleeding twilight sky. She wished she could have painted it. She wished more that Henry would join her.
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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Oct 8, 2009 23:08:04 GMT
(Henry)
They had walked in silence almost the whole way to the Orchard. Gill had made a few passing comments about the increasing coldness, the beautiful blur of pinks and oranges that were painted across the skies, but she had gradually fallen quiet. A comfortable quiet. The castle grounds were more beautiful without talking.
She unlatched the gate to the Orchard. Whilst the palace orchard had a function: to provide the palace with fruit, it was also wildly beautiful. The trees were not planted in strict grids, but in flowing, winding rows that stretched as far as the eye could see. Gill crossed her arms as she walked, part in contemplation, and part to keep herself warm. She had made no effort to keep to Henry's pace, and so casually checked back over her shoulder to make sure he was still behind her.
She stopped and leant her head against one of the trees, scratching it's rough bark with one of her nails. She didn't know what had possessed her to come out here with Henry... acting on an impulse? That was hardly characteristic of Gill. During the walk she had reverted to her more laid back personality, talking only when it felt right. She waited for Henry to catch up to her in silence.
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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Oct 8, 2009 22:55:17 GMT
Gill jumped in the air like a startled cat at the sound of the scream. She spun around and dropped into a low courtsey as a question from the woman she assumed must be Lady Annabell was directed to her.
"My lady," she bobbed her head, "My name is Gillianne, I've been sent by King Uther as your maid. I'm sorry if I startled you."
She raised her eyes to meet the Lady's, but kept her head bowed low as a sign of respect and her subordinate position. The woman was obviously shocked and not been expecting a maid, which was not a good start. Gill had wanted to make a good first impression.
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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Oct 8, 2009 0:06:42 GMT
After receiving instructions from one of King Uther's runners that she had been assigned as a part-time maid to Lady Annabell, Gill had spent the best part of an hour excitedly wandering the castle halls trying to locate her quarters.
She was very excited. After only having worked in the castle for such a short time, she had never expected to be given such an important task! She wondered if Lady Annabell had any other maids? It seemed odd to Gill to think of such a fine lady traveling alone...
Fixing her face with a warm smile, she pushed open the heavy wooden doors. Gill's face fell when she was greeted by an empty room. The lady must be out at court, or dinner, or riding. Disappointed, she decided to stay around, make herself useful and tidy things up a bit so she could introduce herself whenever Annabell returned.
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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Oct 7, 2009 23:56:08 GMT
Sorry I haven't actually started it yet, I'll do it right now! (My boyfriends house had THE WORST internet connection these last few days, but i home now with speedy internet ) xx
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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Oct 6, 2009 0:05:54 GMT
Brilliant! Haha, we'll be Morgana and Gwen take two.
xxx
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