girl out of time

4) waking up

Simultaneously all heads snapped back to the previously unconscious female, rewording me with a loud and painful 'crack'

It seemed that while we were arguing on what she was, she had come round and tried to sit up. This was a bad move for her. The moment she had finished her sentence she immediately crouched over herself. Heaving.

I approach her to see if she was all right but the minute I got an arms width a way her head shot up. she stumbled away As if I had burned her. Grabbing her belongings up in a swoosh of cloche. Green eyes wide in shock ....no confusion?

"Where am I? Who are you? What are you wearing? Am I dead?"

A torrent of questions spilled out of her mouth at an impressive speed, UN familiar ascent lacing her words. The voice seemed over expressive, open and impossibly confident, but her eyes were graded and mistrust ozed frim her as she backed away from us.

There seemed no end to her surprises, from what I could see of her injuries she shouldn't even be able to move let alone stand.

my first impression of a feline seemed more prominent as she moved her wait gracefully despite her Wound. Her cape rested behind her body as she righted herself unsteadily.

She seemed to favour her right leg as she stood legs bent and slightly parted, right hand on her sword. Eyes constantly studying her surroundings.

"I asked a question I expect you to answer it?"

At this rude statement .we all blinked. Stunned at her audacity. William recovered first.

"How dare you, you insolent wench." he stepped next to me, at 5ft 10 he was an intimidating figure but his height nor the scolding seemed to faze her.

"Do you know not whom you are talking to? "He rawed gesturing at me. "This is prince author. Air to the throne of Camelot."

At that she just stood there blinking as the words set in.

As understanding dawned on her face she again did the unexpected. Instead of grovelling or panicking as most people seemed to do in these situations.

She stood up straighter, put both her hands on her hips and razed on delicate pink eyebrow.

"Did you just call me a "wench'?"

"WHY YOU LITTL......"

His anger explosion was cut short again as the pink haired girl punched the nearest oke. It splintered, leaving bruises on her already discoloured skin. This didn't seem to have the effect she intended. As a frown creased her porcelain face and she cradled her small fist to her chest with a small "awch".

Her next statement seemed to be aimed more at herself then us. As she walked around. It was like we weren't even there.

"Wow ...that hurt. Wait does that mean I'm not dead.... Wow I'm not died. I love it when I do that, wait haw did I do that, is this real?"

She seamed genuinely as surprised at that fact. Finely she seemed to include us in her verbal monologue to herself. As she turned on her heal to face us

"Am I dead? .......Are you even real?" she stepped forward carefully pointing at us accusingly. She was curious, but something seemed to keep her from getting too close.

I finally regained the ability to think strait. Stepping in front of William who looked just about ready to strike the poor girl, I answered.

"Yes we are very much real miss, the question who and what are you?" I said calmly as if trying to calm a startled child.

It seemed to work. she slowly walked up to me, only stopping when she was a few centimeters away. Slowly she raised her arm and poked me in the chest. Sending my upper-body back slightly. All the time here eyes Scanned every thing trying to find some sort of deception or lie, but finding nothing.

After a moment lance stepped forward, causing the pinket to back away slightly.

Lance immediately stopped and raised his arms in a sign of surrender.

"Woow miss, I do not wish to cause harm. I just wish to know your name, my lady."

Her eyebrows once again shot up but none the less seemed to relax slightly "and you are?"

"Ohh haw rude of me. I am the grate sir Lancelot". He stated bowing to her with a flourish of his hand.

At this her face broke into a smile that lit up her face and made her even more beautiful. But even that seemed guarded.

"Is that supposed to impress me 'sir'?" she drawled, eyes mischievous.

"Depends, I no not weather it is working" he grind leaning towards her.

In a moment she had ducked under his arm to stand in front of me again. Eyes alight with interest a light smirk resting on her heart shaped lips.

"So your author pendragon, If tall dark and angry over there isn't on crack" she said gesture towards William.

This time it was my turn to raze my eyebrow.

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