Rubin looked around at the open area, struck by how beautiful it was. She actually felt rather jealous of the close-knit family structure that they seemed to have. She smiled weakly at Lilith as the dark-haired girl watched her hang the laundry.

Feeling guilty for being snobbish, but still too prideful to apologize, she glanced at Trystan again. "Is there anything I should help with?" she asked quietly.

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and I'm still a dreamer, a believer
I've lost my faith in so many things but I still believe in You

((Oh man...I had a crazy dream. In my dream I was Tomos, and Rose and Haven were there as well (although I did call Rose Eruraina once or twice.)) And there was this guy who ran into our little hide out and took our picture, so we all ran him down (we really didn't want our picture taken.) And then we threw him in the back of a pick-up truck and started driving through a field of corn. I was driving and could barely see. Then it sort of turned into animorphs...Eruraina, you turned into a big can of Sprite, and I turned into a hawk and flew away. Very odd...

And now back to something relevant. ))

Tomos knawed on his lower lip. He didn't like the thought of relocation, no one bit, but it seemed the only option. But what if there was a spy among the Shadin? Relocating wouldn't do any good at all. "Where would we go?" Tomos asked. "We can't just walk through the woods and expect to find the perfect camping site."

(( Hahah, YES! That just made my day. ))

Trystan raised a brow at her. "Well... You don't have to if you don't want to," he answered, a bit surprised that Rubin would even offer. "However, I did notice that Haven put your comrade to work in the kitchens, cleaning up and all that... Perhaps you should join her?"

.....

Haven gave a little shrug, running a hand through his mop of black hair. "I haven't the slightest..." He trailed off a bit. That was a lie, though, wasn't it? He did have one idea...
"Well..." He hesitated a moment, his face a bit graver. "There was one plan that's been forming in the back of my mind. But it's either pure genius... or sheer madness."

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

"I've been named the latter many a time" Tomos said with a grin. "Besides, I'd prefer to know before hand where I was moving to." Deep inside Tomos's mind was racing. Haven was known to have some very...experiemental plans. Usually he could keep up with his leader, but Tomos knew that one of these days Haven was going to suggest somthing that even he would think crazy.

"It could be a mixture of both," Rose said, mostly to herself. "Then you'd be a mad geniouse."

Rose didn't see what else they could do. Other than one more thing. But they were already working on that plan. And that was to take down the tyrant of a king.

"But I'd like to know, too. As I'm sure anyone else would, what this plan is."

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{Naur, that is one awesome dream. xD}

"The kitchen?" Rubin echoed, slightly offended. She grimaced, crossing her arms, then sighed as she realized that it wouldn't get her anywhere. Slumping her shoulders, she kicked at the floor with her shoe. "Where's the kitchen at?"

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and I'm still a dreamer, a believer
I've lost my faith in so many things but I still believe in You

Trystan's mouth tightened into a smirk. "Back past the hall. Come on, Princ'ss, I'll show you." He motioned in the general direction.

......

Haven mused his plan over in his head a moment. "Well... Think about this. When you're looking for something, where is the last place you usually look? The most obvious place, right? Right under your nose..."

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Keith arched his back backwards while taking a step back to dodge Ronin's swords. Suddenly something snapped in his leg and it seemed like a thousands needles stabbed in his leg. With a loud cry Keith fell backwards on the cool earth, his sword still clasping in his hand. For a moment he was blinded by pain and his breathing was irregular. Keith lay still on the ground unaware of anythingbut the pain in his leg.

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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.

"Keith!" The shout tore from Waverly's throat as she leapt from her relaxed position and raced to him. She knelt at his side, her expression one of concern and sudden panic, grasping his hand tightly in her own. "Fates above... Lilith!" She called to the healer, but looked up to see she'd already headed inside...

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"Go on then." Tomos urged Haven. This was becoming interesting. He could tell Haven was making a dangerous decision, but he was okay with it. A radical choice could save thier lives. "Where will our next playhouse be?"

He indicated the castle town that surrounded the castle. "We're not alone, you know. There are many within the city walls that support us... So, my plan is this..." His voice lowered quietly. "We find a few homes that will take in our men. Create an 'underground' system within the citadel itself, right under the king's nose."

His fingers brushed over the forest's perimeters on the map. "We'll settle in for a bit, take stock of our situation... Meanwhile, while the king sends his soldiers out looking for us in the forest..." He raised a dark brow and grinned slightly, "We'll be practically at his doorstep, ready to take the castle by siege."

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Ronin looked on worriedly as Keith fell to the ground. His brows furrowed in worry.

"By the gods, man! You should have told me it was hurtin' ya so bad. I'll go an' get Lilith," he said quickly, lumbering off mumbling curses until he ran straight through the door, ignoring the others and running straight to his sister.

"Lilith! Keith's hurt, go and help him!" He breathed anxiously.

The healer immediately dropped her clothing and hurried to grab her healing supplies. She was out the door in a flash.

"Ronin! I told you two to be careful!" Lilith chastised running over to Keith's side, already unraveling bandages and pulling out extra needle and thread in case the wound had re-opened.

"Waverly, could you hold my things? I do not want them to get dirty," she questioned handing off the bandages to the other woman.

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Waverly nodded dumbly, cradling the supplies carefully in her hands. She bit down on her lip, her expression troubled.

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When Waverly, Ronin and eventually Lilith crowded around him, Keith realised that he must have yelled hard before he'd fallen. "I'm fine.. I'm fine" he groaned as he tried to stand up. "No need to worry. I just stumbled and fell.." He peeked around but was almost sure that at least Lilith wouldn't buy his story. Yet he wanted anything but medication: everyone would notice his injury; Haven would notice.. and then it would be way too easy for him to set him aside..

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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.

Lilith gave him a stern look.

"I told you both to be careful. You have probably gone and reopened it you git!" She claimed exasperated by the man's trying to play off something that obviously hurt him.

"You shouldn't be so foolish, Keith," she scolded twirling her small dagger between her fingers. She always carried it as it could be used as a scalpel and just about anything else she found. Now, she used it to slash a slit in Keith's pants so that she could access his wound easier.

Lilith carefully threaded a needle and cleaned the wound. Her brow furrowed in concentration as her fingers moved the needle and thread quickly through skin and muscle, with a small flourish of her hand she tied off the stitches. With equal quickness and skill she bandaged the wound.

"There we are, good as new if you keep it this way. No more sparring, understood? Do it again, and I will personally make it so you cannot walk and are forced to stay in bed until you heal," she said, her dark eyes narrowed as if daring him to contradict her orders this time.

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

"You should be more careful," Waverly agreed quietly, her face still lit with worry as she looked him over, assuring herself that Keith was all in one piece. She hated the idea of him hurting himself, wondering why he kept pressing his obvious limits...

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