Tresslington, Yorkshire Dales

Vera listened to her keeping her eyes down. Audrey is far more mature then her age the older girl thought, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Actually I don't think boys could ever be so sly." Audrey added. Vera laughed then covered her mouth when it came out louder then expected. "Maybe I'll talk to him later then..." She told Audrey, sure it could happen. Very well she could talk to Will is she might want too. Later. Vera confirmed with a nod. "So anyways enjoying the festival Audrey?" Vera asked changing the conversation with one last glance at Will.

"Yes, now that Nathaniel and Henry are together I don't have to watch Henry. The food they have is always delicious, I hate that mother limits me to one dessert, so I get a second by asking father. Mother always gets so mad at him." Audrey laughed.

"I'm sure you don't want to hang out with a kid like me, what brings you away from the festivities, other than Will?" She grinned.

Audrey was explaining her one dessert crisis to Vera. She smiled, at the younger girl listening. "I'm sure you don't want to hang out with a kid like me, what brings you away from the festivities, other than Will?" Vera looked around at the festivities, it was a real treat to be out on a day like today. While everyone was happy and content that is, usually it was busyness threw out the street, with people barely stopping to say hello. Today was the opposite, and Vera liked that. "Well my Aunt owns her own dress shop down the road." Vera pivoted pointing quickly down the road then pulling her hand back to her side. "So I got off early today so I could take in all the cheerfulness, but you may know I need a break from it all, I don't think the adults want me in there way anyways" Even though she had come alone it didn't bother Vera very much, she didn't mind being off alone, though being antisocial was not part of her personality. The crowd was great today but she could not wait to get home and lay in bed, in the quiet. "If you'd like to get back to your game then go ahead" She added smiling and wondering if she was being anything of a nuisance to the girl.

"Nah, I'm good." She said as she watched the dark clouds maneuver in the distance.

"You're an adult, you can decide who you hang out with. Speaking of which, if you ever want to visit, I'm sure mother wouldn't mind you coming by." Audrey wiped dirt from the part on her dress she'd repaired on her own.

Henry ran up to Audrey and Vera shouting, "Save me he's gonna get me!"

Nathaniel was close behind and grabbed Henry, held him upside down and spun him around before laying him down. Nathaniel approached Audrey and Vera and said, "Hey sis, you just gonna watch them attack me and Will?"

"I'm watching you dirty your nice clothes and contemplating how angry mother's going to be." She smirked.

Henry shouted as he raised a stick above his head, "I got a sword dragon!"

"RAWR!" Nathaniel roared as he raised his hands over his head, impersonating a monster.

"Dragon? You know father doesn't like you giving him ideas like that."

"For using his imagination?"

"Are there dragons in your stories?"

"Maybe. Maybe not. It's my story, wait til its published."

"Dragon! Dragon!" Henry shouted as he ran back to the mob of children.

"Just don't let Father catch Henry saying those things."

"Henry! If you so much as mention the word 'Dragon' around father then a real dragon is going to come and eat you!" Nathaniel called to Henry who replied, "Noooo!"

Nathaniel had a playful grin on his face as he stared at Audrey. She had already learned how to imitate the face their mother would make when she wasn't pleased, but couldn't hold it for long before a smile crept across her face.

Vera followed Audrey's gaze up into the sky. Was it going to ran? She hadn't planned on rain for today, not to ruin the festival. "I'm sure mother wouldn't mind you coming by." Was all Vera could catch of Aubrey's sentence "What oh" She looked away from the clouds. "Well you have such a big family, I'm sure your mother's very busy." Vera smiled as Henry came up to the and began to yell, causing her to jump slightly at the child's loud voice. Then quite the argument began about dragons. Dragons what was wrong with that word, dragon's where a fairy tale creature. There was no such thing. But Vera kept herself quiet not wishing to join in the argument. She did though proceed to ask "What's wrong with dragons?"

(OOC: maybe we should wait for others to post before carrying on)

"Father says there's more important things to think about than fairy tales." Audrey said.

"If he knew I was writing a story he'd burn it and give me more chores." Nathaniel said as his grin faded.

"He's burned one of his stories before." Audrey said.

"Would have been a best seller," Nathaniel said before running to catch up with Henry.

Audrey could tell Nathaniel was irritated and made a personal note to be at his defense later when mother saw their clothes.

"Yeah, father isn't a tyrant, except for imagination. Mother says the Infantry did it to him, but he only talks about that with her."

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Morgan almost smiled at the compliment. The girl was brave, but slightly nieve. Still, she meant well. "Just because people expect it of you, doesn't mean you have any reason to do so. You hold your head high and don't let nobody tell you you're wrong. Don't pay attention to what they say about you, either. How do you think I've survived this long?" He allowed himself to actually smile this time. When he did, he didn't look so tired any longer.

Morgan was right, Rose knew that he was right and yet she was so fearful of disappointing her family if she didn't comply to what others expected that she was insure she could do as he said. Though the more time that went by, the less she cared about disappointing her family or not. So she figured she'd take his advice. She refused to let people run her life for her anymore and could care less of what people thought of her. "You know you're right, I'm going to hold my head up high from now on and I'm not going to care what they think of me. They will think what they want no matter what I do, I can't change them so why should I have to change myself for them." She said with a smile to him and got up. Her knees ached as she did so and she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming, but she noticed they'd stopped bleeding on their own and so she figured she was fine to walk around.

"Thank you for helping me Morgan and I'm sorry for being a bother to you. Sometimes I can be so clumsy, it'll probably be the death of me some day." She said with a small giggle, though she really meant that. She was always tripping and falling, but this was the worse fall she'd had in awhile. "Um I think I'm going to head back to the festival, would you care to join me? I would really love the company for the walk back and to have someone that will be friendly with me when we get there." She asked him, really hoping he'd say yes figuring the more people she liked being there would make it easier to keep her head held up high.

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Morgan's first reaction was almost instantaneous, and it was to tell her no. He didn't like being around people, as portrayed before, and he really didn't feel like going back. Still, he would not be the man that Sammuel had raised him to be if he let her walk back in her condition alone. The last thing the poor woman needed was some sort of infection.

Besides, there was something...oddly comforting about her presence, there was no denying that. She, he stood up, and gave her a slight half-smile. "Very well, My Lady, however, I have one condition." He wandered to his back room, still speaking loud enough for her to hear him. "I'm going to ask you that you do not call me Mr. Alistair. I fear I do not live up to be worthy of that man's name."

He re-emerged from his bedroom, donned with a fresh shirt. He wasn't wearing any shoes. "Add to that the fact that it makes me feel old. You can simply call me Morgan, my lady." And then, he even surprised himself by offering her his arm. "Shall we?"

Rose couldn't help but smile when he agreed to go back with her, but wrinkled her nose when he called her "my lady". Sure that's truly what was proper, but she didn't like it. It felt strange to her and something not right. She was about to ask him not to call her that when he asked her not to call him Mr. Alistair. She let out a small giggle as she shook her head. "I shall call you Morgan from now on, but only because you said calling you Mr. Alistair makes you feel old and not because you don't feel like you can live up to the other Mr. Alistair's name. I may have only lived here for barely four years and I didn't really know him I'm sure he'd find you worthy of his name." She said with a smile.

When he held out his arm to her, she couldn't suppress a blush as she took his arm. She had no idea why she blushed, but she did though she tried hiding it best she could. "I-I also have one condition, just call me Rose or Rosie or if you absolutely feel the need you can call me Rosalind just not my lady. I may appear to be a lady and sometimes have to act like one, but I truly am not. I do not come from a family with money, it seems to be pure luck I ended up where I am." She said, trying to distract from her now fading read face. "Plus I am a human being just as you are a human being. I believe we should all be equal and treated the same." She added as she began to walk back to the festival with him.

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Morgan smiled again. "I suppose we have a deal, then, Rose." It was surprisingly easy to refer to her by her first name. Morgan wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. Still, he wasn't one to complain. They walked back slowly, arm in arm. Morgan couldn't help but notice that she blushed when she took it. He wasn't sure what to make of that. She did not have to take it if she was uncomfortabe, but then, something told him that that wasn't it.

Morgan was well aware he was inept at social matters. "I would give anything to have more people think like you. Still, it is nice to know at least someone thinks that way." He smiled down at her. "It's nice to be seen as something other than a demon-spawn." He made light of it all, but it did weigh heavily on him.

Just the thought of people thinking he was like that made Rose angry. People could be so cruel and she wished she could change how they viewed him, but she knew all too well that she couldn't change a person. That then made her sad and she looked up at him with sad eyes. "People can be cruel and it makes me angry the way they treat you. I wish I could put a stop to all of it for you." She said before looking back down as she began to think back to her boarding school days. "When I was in boarding school the girls thought me to be a witch because of my hair color, which is silly, and I liked to catch frogs and bugs which is what really started them calling me a witch. Once they even went as far as to push me into a glass table and I ended up having to get stitches up my entire side." She said as she touched her side where her scar was. She wasn't sure why she was telling him about all this, not even her parents knew the full story, but it felt good to finally tell someone.

She stayed quiet for a few seconds, staring at the ground. Finally she looked back up at him with a smile. "But I couldn't afford to let them get me down, so please don't let the people of the village get you down." She said, trying to make the mood a little more cheerful. "You have my promise to always be your friend at the very least." She said happily.