Thread: Daughter of Rome (Belle x Rivine)

Einion and his companions, all twenty of them, had shared a meal in the small wood, confident that they would not be found. They had set a watch for the night but were fairly confident that nobody would find them. The Romans had long ago learned to fear the woods in Britain, for it's natives used the trees and brush adeptly or cover, shamelessly bleeding the invaders dry. But, because of that, the roman had learned to stay out of the woods for the most part, or travel in numbers too great for Einion and his people to sensibly oppose them. So, with confidence that he and his compatriots would be fine, Einion bedded down for the night to sleep. The warrior woke the next morning, yawning and stretching. It was not quite dawn yet, but he liked to rise early. It allowed him to collect himself and wake up before the tasks of the day demanded his focus. He rose from where he had slept, picking up his cloak and then shaking it out before he slung it back around his shoulders. He took a broach from his belt and then pinned the cloak in place, his fingers running over the dark blue wool for a moment. The cloak was of good quality, made by a woman he had know since he was a child. He had seen goods for sale in Roman towns from places that were so far away it was hard for him to believe that they existed at all. But he liked the simplicity of knowing where the food he ate came from, who had made the clothes on his back, who forged the iron of his weapons. Sighing Einion turned then toward the spring that was nearby. He walked out of camp and over to the source of water for the small creek that ran out of the woods. He knelt beside it and reached down, cupping his hands and filling them with some of the fresh, clean and cool water. He then splashed his face and scrubbed the sleep out out his eyes. He cupped his hands and filled them with water again, rinding out his hair and shivering a bit. The cold water certainly did help stir him in the morning, that was for sure. But then he paused, hearing someone speaking from the direction of the camp. Curious he rose and made his way back to the fire to find one of the sentries speaking to Bran. He moved over quietly and asked. What is going on? Bran glanced at him, then looked back to the sentry, one of the youngest in their group. Aed here claims that they have spotted a Roman scout nearby, Bran said, still looking at the youth. Aed glanced over to Einion, then nodded and stuttered a bit as he spoke, I...uh...we... we did see one. Einion nodded, then glanced to Bran, asking, And why is it you are disputing his claim? He has earned his spear. Bran blinked, then inclined his head, conceding the point. It was better to be safe then sorry after all. Einion then glanced back to the young man and asked, I assume the scout is being watched? Aed nodded in simple response. Einion nodded and then moved to his things, taking up a bow, quiver and his sword belt. He slung the quiver and bow over his back and then belted the short sword on. Once that was done he looked to Aed and said softly, Lead the way. The young man moved off and Einion followed after him. Bran went as if to follow himself, but Einion shook his head. Bran frowned and then nodded, settling down to get the fire going again. Soon enough he and Aed were within eyesight of the scout. He looked at her, then glanced to Aed, shaking his head. This was no scout. The Romans never let their women fight. So who was she? Well whoever she was he would find out. That horse she had with her was the finest beast that he had ever seen. It was more then enough reason to reveal himself to her. He motioned to Aed to cut off the path back to the fort, then moved out from behind the tree he had been hiding behind. He moved out, his blue cloak blending with the greenery and shadows fairly well. He saw two others moving out with him, all aorund her in a loose circle. He knew that three more, including Aed, would be hidden from her. Einion moved silently, getting right up beside the horse, putting a hand on it's neck and patting it gently before he spoke to her in rough Latin, Who have here?