Anya Lahey
Outlaw
The Distraction
"Like ooeth"
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Post by Anya Lahey on May 20, 2009 22:25:25 GMT 1
It was one of those drizzly days. The type where there is always rain but you can’t quite see it. Anya liked rain it brought out every thing that was good in the forest but drizzle was different. It was trick rain. Anya had woken that morning thinking it was just an over cast day and had left the camp with out a shawl or cape. One step out of the cover of the forest and she was covered in tiny speaks of icy drizzle. Well that cast a grey shadow over her day.
Anya had not left the camp alone or with out purpose. The sweating sickness had come to Knighton and with every one else tied up in what ever they where tied up in it was left to Anya and Djaq to bring food and medicine to the people. The two of them where both petite woman but they carried one large sack each filled with previsions. Of course Robin had found extra food for the Knighton peasants and Anya could only assume that was to win Marians favour. It seemed like half his time was spent trying to steal her attention and the other half stealing the nobility’s wealth.
The town on Knighton lay conveniently not far from the boundaries of Sherwood so the two did not have to walk long before Knighton was in there sights.
“Who knew food could be so heavy,” Anya whined as she yanked the sack up so it would not drag. She had suddenly begun to appreciate horses and wagons a whole lot more.
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Post by djaq on May 20, 2009 22:42:31 GMT 1
Djaq had her hood covering her shortly cropped hair. It was a rather ideal day for traveling for the sun was not beating on them harshly, and the light drizzle allowed them to cool off as they dragged heavy sacs containing necessary materials. In fact, there was no sun in the sky . . . only clouds and small drops of rain that was not enough to cause them to get drenched with water. She was on her way to a village not far from their camp, with the only other female in the group: Anya.
Djaq and Anya were very different, more so in appearance wise than anything else, for they got along relatively well. Anya was more the kind of woman a man would stop to look at, where as Djaq was easily mistaken to be such a kind of man. She was what Djaq had come to understand in his land, as an ideal beauty; blue eyes, blond hair, a petite figure . . . it was very different in Djaq's home. Women were more curvaceous, they had darker skin, and thick hair. Djaq and Anya were opposites at far as their physical appearance was concerned.
Djaq held the back as securely as she could, though she too was growing tired from holding it for so long. "And supplies," she added, adjusting it before the entire thing went tumbling to the ground. "But the result will be worth it, if it means we can help those who are ill." All Djaq had to remind herself of was the outcome of their exhaustion . . . if it meant that they could potentially save lives, then Djaq would gladly add ten more pounds to the load. "Maybe you can use your womanly wiles to get someone to help you," Djaq said, partly teasing and party serious. If Djaq was going to play the part of a man, she had to appear competent. Though she firmly believed in equality between men and women, sometimes, men proved to be physically stronger than women, and that frustrated Djaq to no end. [/blockquote]
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Anya Lahey
Outlaw
The Distraction
"Like ooeth"
Posts: 81
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Post by Anya Lahey on May 21, 2009 21:21:11 GMT 1
Anya struggled to keep the sack from touching the ground and eventually she gave up and slung it over her back. Being new to the forest life she had yet to build up her upper arm strength. It seemed like she was running a marathon and every one else was running miles in front while she was lagging slowly behind.
“Next time we bring John” she moaned gazing longingly at the town. The struggle would be worth it once they helped those in need of medicine and food but until then Anya would complain to her hearts content. Whining was possibly Anya worst trait and what was worse it she knew it. If she was hungry she would whine if she was tired she would whine and if she was just bored she would whine. Who knew some one would complain so much.
Anya scoffed.
“My womanly ways, why don’t you?” She tilted her head to the side and grinned. Some times she wished she could be like Djaq, bold and strong and treated as an equaled in the group and not babied as Anya was. Robin still hadn’t let her join them in the more dangerous tasks. Anya was always left behind to distract guards while every one else got to take part in all the excitement.
“Has Robin said anything about the pact to you? He never lets me in on that stuff.”
Yet again another whine! It was a wonder the others put up with her but then again they did have Much’s whining before and where no doubt used to ignoring it.
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