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Post by Much on Aug 5, 2009 15:03:26 GMT 1
Two figures stood on the forests edge. There boots where coated in a thick lair of mud and there faces wore the grim expression of one who had been travelling on foot for an extended period of time. Much was as excruciatingly hungry and was quite content on voicing his hunger every few minuets. They where so close now only a mile or so to comfort and a warm belly yet this last stretch of the journey seem the hardest. How long was it they had walked? Days? Weeks? Much wasn’t entirely sure he had never been the best at keeping track of time unless food was involved.
“Sherwood,” he sighed dramatically taking a long deep breath in filling his whole body with the damp smell of conifers and ferns. He had almost forgotten how green this place was! In his dreams it had been a dull watered down green mixed with the most offal of browns. It had felt so long since he had last set eyes on this place that he had almost begun to believe the disgusting picture in his dreams.
He exhaled slowly before letting his wide grin surface. He was almost home! He was almost back to his little bunk, his little kitchen and most of all this best of friends Robin hood himself. Sure Anya was a good friend but her company was no where near Robins. Anya moaned and whined constantly and her mood swings where hard to keep up with. Much had come close to leaving her behind on several occasions during the course of the journey. He hadn’t been prepared for her tantrums and had no skill in dealing with them. He had now become an expert.
“Drink it in,” He exclaimed cheerily gazing wide eyed at the forest before them. “ Right now Robin and the others will be anxiously waiting our return. It’s a shame we have little news for them. What a waist of our time. Well at least we can tell them that no grave news had been sent from the holy land which means King Richard is perfectly safe and alive but I do wish we had something more to tell them.”
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Post by Anya Lahey on Aug 5, 2009 15:24:18 GMT 1
Anya stood silently a few steps behind Much, her face the picture of exhaustion. She was ready to collapse and sleep a good solid three days or more. Why had she agreed on this pointless mission? Had she taken leave of her senses! Her golden blond hair was matted to the point of no return and the mud was permanently plastered on her face. Ohh how lady like she was. Anyas eyes slowly swivelled over to Much who seemed mesmerized by the forest ahead. Well at least some one was happy to see the place. To Anya Sherwood looked like all the other forests and woods they had past through over the last 2 months.
“Much we have just walked for 8 weeks and found out nothing!” Anya grumbled turning her eyes to her mud caked boots. “And I would hardly say the king is safe he’s in the holy land fighting every day since when did that become safe?”
She didn’t expect an answer for her question but knowing Much she would get one. Over the past couple of months she had grown a lot closer to much partly because it was just the two of them for days on end and partly because she had grown to appreciate his character and company. He was always able to see the best in a situation, unless he was in one of his moods, and Anya took great joy in annoying the hell out of him.
“My boots are ruined and I look like a man!”
Anya muttered bitterly as she recalled a statement a couple of French maidens had made about her appearance. “Ohh she looks like a rag doll”.
“Stop admiring the trees you’ve seen them before! Lets go id rather get back before I get eaten alive by midges.”
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Post by Robin Hood on Aug 5, 2009 17:48:46 GMT 1
Robin had really needed to get away from camp for a while. He loved that Marian was with him now, he really did. And yet having her so close when he still could not really be with her was like some kind of slow torture. Especially now that they were engaged.
He found himself wandering the forest, trying to calm his frustration. He understood why she wanted to wait, but now that their getting married was a certainty, why did it matter to her so much? They loved each other, surely that was enough.
His musings were interrupted by two very familiar voices. Voices he had not heard in a while. He grinned, heading in their direction. This was just what he needed. Someone else to talk to. Something to do.
He smiled to himself when he heard Much rambling away. He would never admit it out loud, but he had missed his old friend. As soon as he saw them, his smile grew wider.
"Why are you two so late?" He took in their muddy appearance, laughing. "And what on earth have you been doing?"
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Post by Much on Aug 7, 2009 13:05:30 GMT 1
Much ignored her whining and continued to drink in the forest in front. He was sure that after a day he would go back to loathing the place and dream of the comfort of a real bed. Whilst on there travels they had on 2 separate occasions been given a room for the night but Much being a gentlemen always gave up the only bed to Anya.
“Just think,” he began before he was interrupted by a fresh bout of whining. How had he ever survived 8 weeks with Anyas non stop company? Well at least they where home now and he could leave her tantrums to the others. “You do not look like a man,” Much said with a forced sigh as he tried not to loose his temper with her. ”Don’t be ridicules. The trees are they only thing stopping me from burying you in the ground right know you should be grateful Annie. I thought that you would appreciate this place more after so much time spent by the sea. ”
Much smiled vaguely as he recalled the terrible sea sickness his companion had suffered. It was about the only time he had peace. His thoughts where interrupted suddenly by the appearance of none other than Robin Hood himself. Much flung him self forward, arms outstretched and pulled Robin in to a tight hung.
“You have no idea how good it is to be back,” Much said with a weary grin,” Late we’re not that late…are we? We had a little bit of trouble getting to and from France. The French aren’t to keen on anyone coming over from England. They have heard about what’s going on here and don’t want to get involved.”
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Post by Anya Lahey on Aug 7, 2009 13:54:05 GMT 1
Anya huffed. Her bad mood had lasted days and would only be cured by a bath and a sleep. How strange it felt to long for such a cold hard bunk but Anya couldn’t think of Anything but her camp bunk. It would also have been nice to brush her hair but living in a camp filled with men she doubted there was a brush in existence.
“Ohh Much you’re so nice to me,” Anya replied sarcastically trying not to picture the sea. Her insides turned at the thought of pounding waves and strong smell of seaweed. If it wasn’t for the mud on her face Anya might have looked almost green at the mention of the sea. “Please don’t!” she pleaded crossing her arms around her middle and stepping back to his side.
Before she had time to stop her self swaying with sea sickness Much had suddenly lurched him self forward. It took Anya a few seconds before she realized who it was Much had wrapped himself around. Relief took over and Anya trudged forward with a rueful smiled.
“Hey Robin!”
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Post by Robin Hood on Aug 7, 2009 14:16:09 GMT 1
Robin stumbled back at the force of his friends enthusiastic hug, grinning and returning the gesture. "Hey Anya," he laughed, looking over Much's shoulder before stepping back out of his hold, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "So? How are you both?"
He laughed as Much began talking again. Apparently the long journey had not robbed him of his ability to talk incessantly. "A bit of trouble?" He interrupted Much's dialogue. "What sort of trouble? Nothing too serious I trust." They both looked well enough. Covered in dirt, more than a little exhausted and obviously in need of a good meal, but for the most part well.
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Post by Much on Aug 9, 2009 16:04:43 GMT 1
Much took a step back to stand at Anya’s side. It was amazingly good to see Robin again and know he could get a brake from Anya’s company for a while. His feet aced his arms and legs where bruised terribly from stumbling and falling over one to many times. Who knew one person could be so clumsy.
“What sort of trouble? Nothing too serious I trust."
Much took a glance at Anya before he spoke but she didn’t not seem to mind him retelling the tale of there journey. It was hard to know where to begin. Would Robin want to know every single little detail…probably not and besides the full story would take days to tell and Much was far to tired for any of that.
“Well We left and travelled down to the coast like you asked. It wasn’t until we got to the coast that we ran in to trouble. See the French don’t want us English entering France at the moment because of all the trouble that’s going on here. They have been sending all sorts of traders back as soon as they land in France so the ports where pretty wiled and there where quite a number of brawls that we only narrowly avoided. To get over we had to pretend we where newly weds travailing back to the parents. Anya had picked up enough little bits of French to convince them and the allowed us in. Robin the French hate us! You should have heard some of the things they where saying. Not very polite in the slightest.”
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Post by Anya Lahey on Aug 9, 2009 16:27:10 GMT 1
Anya nodded as Much quickly retold the story of the journey. He left out 90% of what happened but most of that she would have rather forgotten anyway. Who would want to hear about the 2 weeks of sea sickness and the bitchy French women? Anya had quite made up her mind never to travel back to France ever again.
“Yes im just filled with hidden talents,” Anya added still with a hint of sarcasm to her voice. As much as she was glad to see Robin she would have been happier to see a bed or at least some where comfy to sit down. Her feet now felt like bloody stumps. A little dramatic but then Anya always was.
“Camp please before one of us dies? Please tell us our beds have not been blown away by the dreadful English weather!”
Anya was desperate to get back to the camp. She missed every one and would want to say a quick hello before she dropped dead and slept for a fell week.
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Post by Robin Hood on Aug 10, 2009 0:26:40 GMT 1
"Newly weds? You two?" Robin laughed. "I bet that was a sight to behold. I can't say I blame them for not liking us, Much. So tell me, through all the impolite taunts of the French, did you manage to find out anything that might prove useful?"
He rolled his eyes at Anya's question. She really had a flair for the dramatic. He had almost forgotten that. "Everything is just as you left it, Anya."
He turned his attention to Much. "Though your kitchen might not be up to your exacting standards of organisation. Not to worry, I'm sure you'll soon have it sorted. Now, Let's head back, shall we? I'm sure there is at the very least some bread waiting for you."
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