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Post by Margaret d'Anthony on Jul 19, 2009 18:56:21 GMT 1
Mary had eventually drifted to sleep, lulled into peace by the rain. Her dreams were odd and unusual, fueled by an empty stomach, and worry.
She was deep in a dream when she heared the name 'Rowan Hood' spoken, her eyes snapped open and she half-forgot where she was. She was turned away from the owner of the voice, and she reached out for a weapon, and did not find one. She searched her body, not finding her dagger.
Mary rolled over, and realized it had been Robin. She blushed and sat up. "I kinda forgot where I was for a moment." She laughed. She rose, stretching and dusting off the dirt she had gathered.
"Looks like it rained." She gave him a wink as she watched several drops fall from his clothes. "You know the cave wasn't small."
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 20, 2009 0:47:36 GMT 1
Robin followed her eyes with his, looking down at his soaked clothes. "Ah well, I needed a bath anyway. You did complain about my stench earlier, did you not?" he laughed, running his hands through his hair to remove some of the excess water.
"If you are ready, it is time to head off." He glanced out of the cave, the rain was a bit slower at the moment, just a gentle drizzle, rather than a down pour. "Perhaps with some haste, to keep you out of the rain, Mary."
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Post by Margaret d'Anthony on Jul 20, 2009 1:46:18 GMT 1
Mary's stomach grumbled, as she stretched again, a yawn stretching her mouth. She laughed, rubbing it nervously, "Does your gang enjoy goose for breakfast. Before it spoils?" She picked up the goose, and laughed as Robin shook out his wet hair.
"But I don't want to go to your camp you mean outlaw!" She wore a smirk as she pretended to protest going, shivering in mock fear. "I'll be surprised if you won't be the one to catch a cold." She followed him out into the light rain, her hair becoming damp quick.
"Ah, nothing like a fresh rain to soak you thoroughly to the bone." She cheekily said, holding her hand out to gather rain and scoop it into her dry mouth.
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 20, 2009 1:53:39 GMT 1
Robin smiled, thinking that they would all enjoy the surprise of the goose. Seeing her false look of fear, Robin snorted. "Oh come now, we both know you are not scared. Of the big bad scary spiders maybe, but not of outlaws." He was doing some mocking of his own now, watching her as they began to walk.
"I doubt that very much. A cold would not dare try and infect me. It would be too afraid." He looked up at the sky, silently willing the rain to stop, however. "We will be amongst more trees soon, and the rain will not be so successful in getting through."
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Post by Margaret d'Anthony on Jul 20, 2009 9:55:05 GMT 1
"Big bad spiders are less fear inducing that outlaws. Outlaws are so terrible they sleep outside in the rain, while their hostages sleep by a warm fire." Mary retorted, thankful when the rain slowed under the thicker trees.
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