Thread: A Knight's Tale (SevenRose/Fun_And_Games)

Had he been closer, ZAvar might have seen the girl flinch as he raised his hand. Feeling rage boil off of him and irritation steaming into rage, for the man to have reached out and hit her would not have come as a surprise. The more the Knight spoke, the more her horse pulled on the reins, attempting its best attempt at flight, while its human did the opposite. Elizabeths wide blue eyes were focused, each muscle in her body on fire. This was going to end in a fight, it seemed, and there was no chance of help. Im small, she thought, feeling like her heart had rose to her throat. Stand your ground. Just as her arms began to rise as if to take a defensive stance, the voice she would never forget cut the air, feeling as though it cut through her at the same time. As if a curtain of heavy chill immediately descended on them, her heart rate almost instantly returned to normal, her muscles shivering their tenseness away, it took a effort to even see the figure that spoke. Years ago, she had stood in awe of her first Knight. Today, she saw another first her first Socerer. The Sorcerers and magic practices of that power were not allowed by law to be present near royalty or in castle, for fear that not even the Royal Knights could stop a determined Sorcerer. Standing before one now, Elizabeth realized why. His presence alone sent some kind of feeling, some scared, intrigued, and sense of power near her straight through her bones. It was not a feeling that made anyone comfortable. The man himself did not seem like one that anyone was comfortable around. Shadows surrounded his face from a deep hood, but the faint glowing eyes and not entirely human complexion was a clear threat to anyone who saw him. Elizabeth couldnt look away. The sorcerer spoke only to ZVar, and never once even looked at her. That obvious look past, as if she didnt exist at all, how and why he seemed to be the only one who knew why she was here, and how the weight of relaxation left the air as the man walked away was all that was left with her. So when ZAvar turned to her to rage without restriction once more, the Knight did not even have her attention until a few words in. Snapping back to the scarred man, Elizabeths lips parted, a snarky comment sitting right on the edge of her tongue, something about how she would be happy to take his money in a lost bet but he couldnt afford her in a whores tent even if she lost... it seemed, she barely avoided a physical fight so early. Better to attempt at keeping her head low, than impress with her bold attempts at macho behavior. She swallowed her words with something of a worried smirk, and once more out her arm on her chest and bowed. Sir, she acknowledged, before turning with haste. Come on, she whispered to her horse, holding her breath for a hundred yards, still expecting the mountains hand to grab her hair and change his mind. It didnt happen, though. Out of sight, she managed to breathe again, snd try to recollect herself. You knew this would be hard. Its just one man trying to make your life hard. Thats what men do. Besides, with a sorcerer in your side, one could win any war. The thought of that alone though made her stomach flip the less time she spent in his presence that happier she would be. She took her pack and saddle off her horse, placing him in a pen with the rest of what looked like the pack horses, Elizabeth traded back down the path she had came, this time, off to one side of the path, not down the middle, and spending a bit more time looking forward than around. The war tent belonging to Lord Sagaris was a bright red, obvious and bold in the center. It was hard to miss once you made it into camp, even for a new squire. Elizabeth looked for her new friend ZAvar as she approached, going to the tent entrance and gently pulling back the sheet that covered it. Lord Sagaris? She called, unaware of customs.