Waverly's face flushed a bit with embarrassment for Keith before slipping off to find the missing member of the party. She saw Rose and Tomos off aways and approached them.

"Tomos," she greeted, surveying his wound. "Lilith was looking for you." She turned to Rose. "If you need help dressing his wound, that is..."

Her voice stalled as she took into account the blood flecks on Rose's clothes, her missing arrows, the general air of battle still lingering about her. Waverly's face tightened as she inwardly cursed her brother for the injustice!

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Rose didn't look up from her work.
"But... when I asked the others, they said Lilith was busy. I guess they were wrong," she said, tieing the bandage securely then stood. "It's up to Tomos."

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Keith noticed how Waverly slipped away and fearing the worst, he followed her. He balanced away from the crowd, sometimes leaning against the wall for balance, arriving too late on the scene. Waverly looked with fiery eyes at Rose who was not aware of anything. Quietly Keith approached the young woman and gently took her arm. He wanted to take her away from Rose who could not be blamed for this. "Come Waverly" he spoke softly and he pushed her back to from where they came.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Tomos gritted his teeth against the pain. He hated stitches. It took all his will power just to stay still He glanced at Rose, trying to take his mind of the pain. She was intent in her job, expertly stitching him up. She tied of the thread and began to bandage him up. "Tomos" She asked, "I have a question I want to ask you."

"Yes, of course." Tomos answered. But before Rose could speak Waverly appeared, announcing that Lillith had been looking for him. She grimaced in what Tomos knew to be anger as she saw Rose. He would be angery too if he were locked up like a little bird. "Rose is doing a perfect, albeit painful job." He told her, just as Keith arrived. Gently he lead the woman away back to the main group. Tomos looked back to Rose.

"What was it you wanted to ask me?" He questioned softly.

Waverly resisted a moment, then followed him, giving Rose a backward glance before following Keith. Her eyes were daggers as she caught a glimpse of Haven through the crowd. Her temper rose a bit; it was often so easy to forget that Waverly also had Maverick blood in her veins, as well as the fire that came with it. She tried to soothe the rush of anger that flushed her face, staring determinedly away from her cousin, down at Keith's shoes.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

((Ok, this is what Marran looks like. http://www.keiraknightley.com/media/dis ... 100&pos=21 and yes, she is meant to have a bow, will say why later. ))

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Keith brought Waverly back to the hall were the feast had been held. Still many men, women and children were eating, drinking and enjoying the beautiful night unaware of all the troubles. Softly but not without force he put Waverly in a chair and then he sat down on his knees before her, not without pain, looking up in her eyes. "Now listen.. " he said quietly. "Rose was accidentally involved. Haven send her back but then.. they suddenly attacked." Keith's voice trailed off, not knowing what he wanted to say only captivated by her beautiful face.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Waverly sat down and let this sink in, her expression cooling a bit. Her captivating green eyes cast over Keith where he knelt at her side, mentally thanking the Fates that they had crossed paths in life. What would she ever do without him?

"I... I understand...." Did she? Even Waverly couldn't make sense of her thoughts right now, such a mingling of anger and frustration and sorrow, and.... She looked back at Keith's face and smiled sadly. "Life is so unfair, isn't it, my friend?"

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

"Yes" Keith smiled sadly "but it is up to us to make it better." He cast a glance around the room to see whether Haven was patrolling around. Perhaps he should talk to him a second time. But he knew that it would this time result in a fight.
"I ask you to be patient fair Lady" he said softly. "You will get the oppurtunity to prove yourself."

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

"I'll make sure of that. And when I do, my cousin will not forget it." She smiled slightly and touched his hand lightly. "I thank you for your friendship, Keith. I don't know what I would do without you." She graced him with a kiss on the top of his head, then glanced down at his wound. "How's your leg feeling?"

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

It wasn't that Rose wasn't aware of Waverly's anger, she just chose to ignore it. She winced at Tomos's comment of a painfull job, but there was nothing she could do about that. Then Keith came and pulled Waverly away. She noticed the backwards glance, but sat back down next to Tomos, shaking her head.
"Never mind, it was nothing. Now lets take a look at your other wound," she said, soaking the cloth in the water, and wringing it out, her face solemn...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

"Now now, Rose." Tomos smiled lightly. "You've got me curious." He looked at her sober face. In a more serious tone he added "I'm not going to judge you or think you an idiot for asking somthing you want to know." He winced as she tended to the wound on his belly, but he sat still. He was being serious. Part of him was curious to what she asked, but mostly he wanted to help her. He felt a kinship towards her, as she had lost family close to her, and he wanted to support her. Also, thought he didn't realize, he wanted some one to talk to, some one to help fill the gap of emptyness the loss of his brother had ripped open.

Rose cleaned the wound, then started stitching. She paused a moment when he finnished talking, and looked at his face, then turned back to her work. For a long time she didn't answer, as if contemplating whether she should ask the question or not. But, putting an expressionless face, she spoke.
"Remember.... remember when I said that maybe it takes someone else to push the clouds away so we could see the sun again?"

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Rose seemed to hear what he said (she paused in er work) but didn't respond. Instead she focused on her attention on stiching him up. Tomos wondered if he should say somthing else, if he should appologize for pushing her, but suddenly she spoke.

"Remember...."She paused "remember when I said that maybe it takes someone else to push the clouds away so we could see the sun again?"

Tomos nodded. "Yes Rose, I do remember." He answered softly.

"Well," Rose hesitated, biting her lip, trying to find the right words, but was having a hard time doing so. "I was thinking what if that somebody who can push the clouds away was right infront of you, and already pushing the clouds, without you or them knowing. Do you think that could happen?"

Her voice was neutral, and she let her bangs cover her face slightly, not sure of what his reaction would be, as she tied the last stitch, and started bandaging the wound...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Keith looked at Waverly this time not averting his eyes. His body started tingling as she kissed him on top of his head, his face turned red yet he felt cold. "And I will treasure yours" he said softly in response. He brushed slightly over her fine hands as Keith got on his feet, almost sensing the piercing stare of Haven in his back. His leg ached from sitting on his knees but Keith had experienced that blocking the pain out was the best method of coping with it.
"My leg is better. It hurts but I will survive." He smiled jokingly at the woman. "That's what I've always done."

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.