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The Colony of Bath

Sajanzv
Sajanzv is suddenly overwhelmed with joy, he rises up and sweeps her into his arms. He twirls her around, and both of them laugh as Sajan thinks aloud about Spot, . "Hmm Spot, now that will be a spot of bother."

Gently letting her down, "Dearest, let us not tarry then. Let us proceed with all haste to Winchester. We will get the Archbishop to give me your hand in marriage, after all he is the head of your family. I want a small ceremony though, no pomp or gaiety."

Taking her arm, "Come darling, time to get ready and make the journey to Winchester. Let me just go find Ellsbeth and tell her the joyful news."
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Rosalynn
Laughing giddily as he twirls her around in his arms, she replies," Oh yes, yes, yes!! No pomp I agree with but there must be much gaiety as I want everyone to be as happy as I am, my love!"

Wobbling a bit as he sets her back on her feet, her face is flushed pink with happiness as she listens to him. "Winchester? Oh lovely as I would really like to see the Prince Regent and his betrothed, Melora again. And yes, I am sure my cousin the Archbishop will be overjoyed to finally have married me off so he'll need not worry what more trouble I can get myself into." Hearing Sajan mention Ellsbeth, Rosalynn goes through her list of friends in her mind and wonders which ones would like to accompany them to Winchester for the event.

"I'll see who else would like to come with throughout the day, my heart, as the more the merrier but definitely don't want to flood the Castle at the moment," she laughs. She giggles at the thought of dressing Spot up in formal wear, not as the main course, but to participate and pushes that thought very far under knowing that would never, ever be allowed.
-fromENBritta
Britta manages to extract herself from Spot's pen without notice. As she begins to hurry home she sees the mayor. He sees her not, the moon is not quite full and she is in the shadows. He is standing in the middle of the street mumbling to himself, facing one direction and then the next. Just as she wonders if she should inquire of his health he turns again and runs toward the direction of which she just came. She smiles.

Resuming her walk she reflects on some of the people whom she has met of late. Many nice people in the taverns. Some she cannot trust. One who has overstepped and whispered roughly to her. She is attracted to the friendship of the Lady Meda, who seems to show a genuine interest in her; for what reason Britta cannot fathom except that it must be the lady's naturally kind constitution and thoughtfulness.

There is a man in Lewes whom she wishes she knew more about. She has the strangest feeling that they have much in common. Perhaps their paths crossed once, maybe in another place or lifetime.

Her thoughts turn to her little mouse, Nicolette. Nicolette, an orphan like herself is far away. She has promised that she will find a way for Nicolette to join her in Bath as soon as possible. A man has contacted her offering to bring Nicolette to her but she does not know much about him. She has inquired about the taverns of him and all who have spoken have said that he is very kind and sincere. Hector Franz seems to be silently watching out for Nicolette. In his last letter he confides that he is afraid that Nicolette is dying. He thinks that if she could just get to Bath she might be alright. This seems to be his motivation for writing to her.

She does not feel at home yet but perhaps now that she has a little field of her own she may grow at ease along with her corn.

She hears the thundering hooves of a horse and knows that the Lady Ells is riding free tonight. Britta continues on her way.
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pnj
The moon is now full and the streets are empty except for a lowly yong women who has just walked into town. She is wearing a elogant gown given to her by a lady of another town. The day had been very long for her and she wanted to sleep so she looked for somewhere to sleep.

Awhile later she was standing in the town square. All around her were small houses and huts. Afew yards away was a small inn. She quicky made her way there and entered. Hello, I need a place to stay for the night she said. Of course, right this way ma'am the inkeeper resonded. He showed her up to her room and she went straight to sleep.

The next morning she awake feeling well rested and the sun was shinning. She went down-stairs and thanked the inkeeper for his hospitality. Before she left he asked,What is ye name ma'ma if I may ask? The woman smiled,Jean, Jean_Grey. And with that she left the inn to explore.

As she looked around she noticed the yong woman she saw lastnight walking home. She decied to introduce herself. Um, Hello my name is Jean. I new in town and I was wondering if you could show me around?. I'd be happy to, my name is Britta by the way. she responded.

As the two of them walked Jean told Britta about where she had been, what she had done to get to Bath, and who she met. Britta did the same but in regards to the going-ons in town. During the tour of the town they ran into some friends of Brittas'
Jean, this is Cwalen and Rosalynn two of my good friends. Jean introduced herself as the others joined them through a stroll in the market. This place is amazing I think I'll settle here. she said.

By now it was late afternoon and everyone was heading toword the town taverns. Why don't you come with us? Rosalynn asked. Jean nodded and followed her friends into The Rubby Ducky
-fromENBritta
Heading towards the tavern Britta is star struck by the beautiful gown that Jean is wearing. She longs for clothing other than rags. She doesn't need a gown like Jeans but she does dream of a pair of lace up boots. A brown skirt, a white shirt that gathers 'round her shoulders, and a wide belt with a new pocket to hang on the belt would suit her just fine. If she's lucky she will one day have a knife for cutting the medicinal plants she knows how to use.

The skirt would have to be ample in material enough to cover the odd symbols left on her right leg by the priests who paint themselves with wode. They sheltered her as a little girl and taught her their ways about plants in the forest and when to gather them for their fullest benefit. The moon plays a most important role. Britta misses their ways especially during equinox but still doesn't know why she was marked. She is grateful that the Lady Rosalyn has never asked her about them. She wouldn't want to appear stupid in front of one she so admires.

As the four walk down the cobbles a man passes and Britta catches her breath. He is so beautiful and fine in his features. He bows to Lady Rosalyn and tips his head to Cwalen but doesn't seem to see Britta or Jean. Britta suddenly thinks of a charm she knows that will cause him to be in need of a certain plant root but knows that it would be wrong of her to stoop low. The winds will dictate what will be. This she learnt from the Green Man.
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pnj
The dress was given to me by a noblewoman early in my travels. It's only thing I have. And no doubt you will get what you need when you need it. Jean said. As she told Britta about the dress she noticed the mark but didn't say anything. She knew that she had no right to question it.

As they walked they came across a fine looking yong man. Jean looked over at Britta, who stood ah-struck. Are you ok Britta? Jean asked. Britta just muttered something that Jean couldn't make out. But, Jean could tell that Britta liked him a lot. Go talk to him Jean stated. Again Britta just muttered.
-fromENcwalen
Pausing for a moment to converse with Britta and Jean before heading into the pub Cwalen notices how good his mood has been of late, even without his traditional lashings of ale, prehaps there is something in this whole going to chruch thing after all, at least those times when Father Xiax has actualy prepared a sermon.


It's been a bothering thought recently, how high maintinance am I, I know I look towards the brightest light when I'me up, and in a world of play what can be wrong about playing?

But what of integrity and honour? I am no longer the careless barfly I was before I started considering affairs of state, it seems sometimes like every step I take forward I find more chains to wrap arround myself, imaginary chains to be sure but sometimes it is as if sliding back into the gutter would be so restfull. It's only when you have no choices that you are free to choose.

And then there is Lizzie, as fine a lass as anyone could hope to attract, gorgous hair, a fine sturdy frame, cute enough to be compelling without having a glamour that makes her seem unreal. Am I going too fast? too slow? the wrong way entirely?
ellsbeth
reigning in the trembling beast beneath her as she nears town ...she can begin to hear the soft murmur of the townsfolk as they head home or out for the evening....the thundering of the hooves quietens to a mere clip clop on the path as the lanterns in the tavern window beckon to her.....

she keeps her eyes on the shadows playing amongst the trees as dusk envelops the forest and the darkness begins to descend around her like a blanket of midnight blue velvet sprinkled with the silvery smattering of stars....

The woodland sounds of the night are like music to her ears and she leans low and scratches behind Thunder's ears and whispers to him as they reach the edge of towne......

Her quiet somewhat one-sided conversation is cut short as Thunder pulls back and she is abruptly and somewhat rudely nearly toppled from her perch...and just as she is about to scold Thunder for his most bizarre behaviour she sees he merely had kept her from plowing over a shillouette lost in reverie....

Ells slips the emerald green folds of the velvet cloak from her mussed crimson curls....shaking them down her back and allowing them to spill onto Thunders Haunches....

she squints to see who is blocking the path to the tavern and is so entranced or mayhaps drunk they have not even heard the hoofbeats of the Horse behind them....

she realizes tis just Cwalen...standing like a statue....apparently awaiting wisdom or revelation from the Heavens from the look of things.....

she calls out to startle him back to reality.....



Cwalen! for heavens sake are you Posing for a statuary of yourself to be molded for the Towne Square or what?????

her mischevious laugh tinkles like so many bells in the near darkness....
-fromENcwalen
Cwalen looks up at the Lady on the horse, and replied.

"well I had always considered a nice icon of Cwalen Rampart would have a lovely look to it, however at the moment I'me considering wether or not I should actually go and bathe with this lavender soap I perloined from the good lady Britta."


"I've already had two baths this season you see, and I"me not sure if it's medically advisable to have a third, all this getting wet doesn't seem natural for an englishman and as much as I am courious to it's effects I've never tried perfume before, it all seems a little french to me"
pnj
Hearing the voice of another young woman Jean turns to see who has gotten Cwalen's attention. Jean was stunned by her beauty. She smiled as an image of her mother foating into her mind. Then, she caught sight of the stunning horse in which she sat gracefully apon. Yet another image came to her mind. It was that of a pure white horse with a silver mane and tail. Not to mention it's bright blue eyes.

Jean decided to go and introduce herself since she was having no luck it breaking Britta out of her love struck state. Jean came up behind Cwalen and gave his arm a friendly but gentle squeeze. Oh hey Jean, this is Elizabeth and her horse Thunder. he introduced with a hand gesture. Please to meet you both. Jean replied as she took a step forword to stroke the horse and offer a warm smile to his rider.
-fromENBritta
Britta suddenly has the feeling of being closed in upon. Sometimes she needs to be alone in the woods. Her friends and new acquaintance seem so merry while her mood has turned melancholy and dark. Without saying goodbye she turns and walks away from the group she has been with.

Her house is not so near town. She must walk all the way thru to get nearer the forest. Luckily, Bath is still quite small even as it grows with furious speed. Her little house is coming along. Her little corn field is growing and there is tea, ale and bread in the cupboard. She knows luck is smiling on her. She considers the idea of inviting friends over soon but will want to be able to entertain them more specially than she could now.

The moon is full so it is not at all hard to find her path thru the forest. She gets her into her home and starts a fire, thinks about making a cup of tea but decides to have ale and a crust of bread instead. It's cozy and quiet in her little home except for the little brown mouse who has taken up residence and squeaks now and then. She throws him some crumbs. Watching him she is startled when she realizes it is the fall equinox. Walking outside, she can still hear the reception party far off in the distance. She sheds her rags and begins to dance naked in the forest. Spinning, all cares and woes begin falling from her. Soon all she can hear is her own laughter.
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pnj
Out of the coner or her eye Jean saw Britta come out of her trance and quickly head for home. She debated wether or not she should follow her but decided not too. Jean knew all to well what Britta must be feeling for she had felt it herself and had done the same thing sometime ago.

Jean looked at the moon and made a simple wish for her friend. Let the lights of the night guide her to a peaceful and safe place amongest the safety of the forest. she said quietly. Jean herself had made a simalur wish the night she arrived in town and the following night she found a place of her own to be with nature. With that she turned back toword her friend and Lady Elizabeth.
-fromENBritta
Hearing the rooster crow, Britta wakes the next morning. She has a strange feeling hanging over her. Confusion casts a shadow upon her like a cloud in the sky. She begins to pray for rain. She is a stranger in her own house. Nothing is what it seems.

She walks toward the oak nearest her house and sits in the roots of the old man hoping it will speak to her. She receives nothing for a long time.

Slowly, more slowly than if time stood still, a clarity comes to her. She grows stonger.She feels the wisdom of the oak flowing thru her.

Orphaned she has always been. Orphaned she will always be. She needs a confidant, someone whom she can trust. She knows she cannot exist alone. She longs for the mother of the mother she never knew.

Walking into town she passes many that she knows, few she knows well and fewer still that she trusts. Stopping at a fruit vendor she buys an apple. Without warning, she feels a presence behind her. She knows instictively that this is the one who will help her.
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pnj
When Jean and her friends finally went into the taven Jean noticed a new face. Jean smiled at him when he caught her looking at him. Evtually they got talking about all sorts of things. After spending an hour in the taven her new friend offered to stroll around with her. Jean agreed without hesitation.

By now the streets were quiet due to the fact that everyone being in the tavern. The night sky was filled with litte flying night lights. It's gorgous tonight Jean said happily. Yes it is. Sir_Dunn replied, smiling. For the rest of the night they just walked and talked.

The next morning Jean woke with a smile on her face and a skip on her step. She couldn't wait to get out into town to see her friends and her new love.
-fromENSir_Dunn
After he went on the walk With Jean_Grey he knew she was the one for him. Sir_Dunn is very happy to have found the women of his dreams now he made an oath to portect her from anything that will do her any harm. Next time he see's Jean_Grey he is going to make sure to wear better cloths.
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