The only thing she remembers is blood, not even her own name.
Waking up in a strange house in a 'far-off' land, Arturia Pendragon cannot remember a single thing of her past life, luckily she is found just in time to be able to keep on living. With...
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The dark blue cloak was wrapped around her securely, or so she held it that way. It was keeping her warm, yes, but it could have been doing a much better job at it. The cold wind would race through her body, making her feel as if she was not wearing a single garment on; it was much too cold out for her own good. Her neck was covered by a green scarf and the cloak's hood tried it's best to shield her face from the stinging wind. Licking her dry lips over, she kept her gaze ahead of herself.
A huge white blanket of soft snow covered almost everything that was practically visible to the naked eye and there was but a small man-made path in between the tall dark trees. The cold and the wind caused for a slight fear to settle itself in her heart, making it tight. There was even an uneasiness in her stomach that made it twist and turn. Goodness, how she disliked the cold winter air.
Tightening her grip around the cloak, she exhaled a warm breath and trudged through the thick snow of the forest. She was following behind Diarmuid, as he was much faster than her, and she slightly felt annoyed that he had insisted on tagging along; even though she was the one who had initiated the idea. But then again, how was she expecting to go to town without knowing where it lay on the map?
Heaving by now, she had become exhausted and then she wandered how far the wood cabin had really been from the town. "Why is it so far away?" She asked, already starting to complain about the long walk, not characteristic of her but the time and situation deemed it fair.
"I do not like the town's noise," Diarmuid replied as he looked back towards her. He stopped in his tracks once he noticed that she was way behind. Deciding to wait for her to catch up, he gave her a light smile.
"Right," she nodded and blinked as she reached the male, "and you like the forest."
"I do."
"Hmm," she gave another nod, "I am guessing that you like to go hunting?" This was good, the somewhat familiar voice of Diarmuid kept her comfortable whilst they passed the big trees on their way to the town. If there was someone around them, two were always better than one.
He did not look back once he faced the direction of the town. "During the summer and occasionally fall deer come by this area, and that is my favourite time to go hunting."
Raising an eyebrow, she kept her gaze set upon him. "What about other small critters? Do you hunt rabbits and other game?"
"Yes, when the deer emigrate. But I do not like to hunt small animals much."
"Why? Do their scared little eyes get to you?"
"You could say so."
The rest of walk was silent, and she thought of other conversations she could possibly start but nothing really came to her, and there was only so much she could say on her part if she were to speak about intimate things. The walk had felt long after they stopped speaking to one another but as they neared the town, the noise of the busy village filled the air and she began to feel calm again. Taking a deep breath, she soothed over her anxiety and held the cloak closer to her body.
