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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They had only been riding for half a day and it was a good thing that Diarmuid packed the potato stew because Arturia had gotten rather hungry half way into the day. She yielded her horse and then sighed as Gilgamesh did too, "What is it, milady?" He asked as he went on to dismount his horse and offer her help to get down from her stallion.
"I am simply hungry," she frowned and took his help because all the running she had gone through the day before had made her side hurt. They both waited until Diarmuid was in view once again and they called out to him.
Diarmuid slowed his horse to a complete stop and looked at the two young adults in front of him, "What happened? Are you hurting?" He asked Arturia, quite concerned over her. It was only reasonable as she had been out in the cold for hours until he was able to find her, and what if she would catch a sickness like pneumonia during this stupid trip. We should have gone during Spring, he thought to himself.
"No, I am hungry," she looked up at him. To be quite honest, she was still a little bit irritated with him and she did not want him to speak; since she was still trying to calm down. She was not sure if she could truly trust him.
Diarmuid blinked with a slight hint of sass, "We are almost near a village and maybe we could even stop there for the night," he spoke as he looked in the general direction of the village that he remembered, "Unless, you're much too hungry, that is."
"I have already dismounted my horse, Sir knight, I think that we should all be able to eat here," she gave a lopsided smirk, "come on down and we shall eat."
Diarmuid dismounted his mare with a soft sigh and tied his horse to a tree before walking off, "Where are you going?" He heard Gilgamesh call out to him.
"Getting good fire wood," he replied as he waved his hand and went deep into the sleeping winter forest.
Arturia had thought about the village ahead; it would have been a much safer place to eat. If the dark figure was still after her, then it would be a problem. If he came close though, Diarmuid promised to protect her; and she had to have blind trust at this point.
After unpacking the food, Arturia and Gilgamesh settled on a fallen tree and waited for the Irishman to return with the firewood. It had taken him a long while and Gilgamesh was starting to get on Arturia's nerves. He had been talking about how horrible Diarmuid was and she was not so much as listening for she was not one to talk behind people's backs. He was currently talking about how he had felt when Diarmuid had 'abandoned' him.
"Has Diarmuid ever done anything rude to you?" Gilgamesh asked and Arturia shook her head.
"Not as of yet," she replied simply and then he continued to complain about the Irishman.
