Eston seemed put out by Morwen's comments.
Eston understood all she said but had to cover his tracks by being coy.
the two are alike in many.. many ways he thought to himself comparing Deawen to morwen and visa versa.
But Eston kept quiet about his opinions. But it didnt' stop him from singing....(mwhahahaha)
He suddenly began to sing something he learned while in Bredena the melody was bright and yet mystyrous. like fire..
'They're gathered in circles
the lamps light their faces
The crescent moon rocks in the sky
The poets of drumming
keep heartbeats suspended
The smoke swirls up and then it dies
Would you like my mask?
would you like my mirror?
cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can look at yourself
you can look at each other
or you can look at the face of your god
The stories are woven
and fortunes are told
The truth is measured by the weight of your gold
The magic lies scattered
on rugs on the ground
Faith is conjured in the night market's sound
Would you like my mask?
would you like my mirror?
cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can look at yourself
you can look at each other
or you can look at the face of your god

The lessons are written
on parchments of paper
They're carried by horse from the river andiun
says the shadowy voice
In the firelight, the cobra
is casting the flame a winsome smile

Would you like my mask?
would you like my mirror?
cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can look at yourself
you can look at each other
or you can look at the face of your god

by the time Eston ended he had many other phantoms joining in.
Deawen even caught herself singing softly along even though she never heard it before she knew the words somehow she Had heard this before...
Deawen glanced at Morwen " who?" she asked softly " oh, oh yes Garath vile creature stalks around camp and when ever i go out Alone in the camp he follows me about in the shadows I have often resorted to using [i]my gift [/] to travel about..." Deawen said smoothly until she said the last bit she faltered and the last word and fell silent.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

*As this was going on, Sen rode beside them, thinking all the while of Deawen's questions. He did not want to put her in danger, and yet he also did not want to take command of the Phantoms; that was her rightful place. He spoke to her after the song had ended, chosing his words carefully.*
I still wish to fight for you, my lady Deawen. If they do wish me as a commander, then I will have you challenge me for it, and then I will lose. It is a lot easier to win if you control both sides of the battle, and a lot safer. Have no fear, though; it will be real enough for them, and I can heal pretty quickly. What say you for this idea?

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

( great minds think Alike)
" and what of your Storm? the last thing i want is the storm thinking I hurt their beloved leader... " Deawen said with a snort. " This idea I like better.." Deawen said at length she smiled a smile that showed she was overjoyed.
" Phantom Argo will stop at nothing to make sure I am destroyed...if that means killing those that are close to me, He has spies everywhere he tracks my movements my dispatch riders intercepted, and above all else Destroying and raiding villages Under my standard!" Deawen said bitterly
" we cannot fail in destorying Him first.." Deawen said quietly

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

*Sen nodded to her. He could see that Argo had caused more trouble than he had thought, and he would see jsutice done for it.*
What must I do?

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

Morwen fell silent and listened to their conversation. She had no idea of the trouble she had walked in on. She fell once again to brooding over her fall from grace in Rohan, and longed for a home that was no longer there.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

" nothing" Deawen curt answer was followed by a heavy sigh " My Lord Sen I have travled with you for many moons and suns you should know by now i will never command or ask you to do something to help me and my cause.... sides I am beneath you in status it would not be proper..." Deawen grinned a devilish grin there was little to Deawen that was proper.
" i want you to let me handle the spies and injustice...As Commander of the Dragon tears and Phantoms i have right to root out spies and enemies in the phantoms but for an outsider to do thus would be an insult. " Deawen said with pride " You handle the duel I 'll handle the details " in her most lady like manner, but it didn't last.. her devilish grinn flashed wickedly as she thought of ways to get rid of the weasles.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

( ok after this post of journey Morwen start posting about camp !)
Hours passed in silence, the pace quickened as they neared the Forest of Ithilien. Deawen had sent out a couple of ambassordors as she called them to warn the rangers that all was well. But Deawen still looked wary as they went through the forest. the phantoms tied cloth to the horses tack to mufle the clinks. the phantoms moved silently in the wood they seemed to be ghosts silent and grim.
Eston leaned to Morwen and whispered " not long ago Deawen had a skirmmish with the rangers she now fears to go into the wood, but with Sen here she feels safer, See how she rides closer to him than the company?" Eston pointed out, Deawen indeed rode closer to Sen her chin was firmly set her eyes scanned the area she seemed to emit an air of uncertantiy.
When they left the woods the sun was low in the sky. Deawen signaled the phantoms to Ride ahead to meet the storm where ever they stopped for camp. Deawen stayed behind Eston did not he rode ahead to ready Deawen and Morwen's tents. Deawen whistled sharply the sound echoed around the plain presently Aernel came bounding to her bearing a fresh killed rabbit. Deawen smiled " Good Aernel now morwen can make a stew of it!' She praised Deawen dissmounted and took the rabbit from aernel tied it to the saddle and picked up a stick. she tossed it to aernel and began to play while walking to camp. Aernel loved to play and soon had Deawen running to catch her.
Deawen suddenly felt the cold wind bite through her Deawen looked up to see large flakes of snow falling from the sky. Deawen quickly stopped playing and pulled her hood up, she looked scared and frightened.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Morwen walked to camp at a leisurely pace. As it began to snow, she took off a glove and caught a few of the fat flakes, licking them off her palm. As much as she hated Winter, she loved snow. She came upon Eston as he was setting up her tent. She laughed, then chided him, "Ge donne beþurfan thaet. (You don't need to do that.)" He looked up and retorted, "Ge-secgan! (Says you!) Deawen would have my head if I made a guest put up their own tent." He cursed as he tried to stretch out a lenght of tangled core. Morwen rolled her eyes. "Here," she said, swatting away his hand and pulling the tent up by the knot he had been trying to untangle. "Has it been that long since you put up a Rohirric tent?" Eston walked away sulking. Morwen watched him leave then went into her tent.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

(Sorry I'm late with this I had computer problems)
after feeling safe on the horse named Breda Pygrus set out for camp feeling a little unsettled by the unfamiliar faces around him. Trying to find a spot to set up camp Pygrus saw Morwen going into her tent.
"Morwen, Thank you for the horse. He is perfect for me."
Morwen replied, "You're welcome"
After a chat with Morwen, Pygrus went and found a nice spot to camp.

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The fight is never over; it only ends in your mind.

(pounces on Pygrus* Ok Dude Your Godmodding I hate godmodders with a passion they ruin the whole Rp by controling anothers Character without permission. I let it slide the first time since we were pressed on time but not this time........ Rule number 4: All godmodders accused of such without permission will be drug out to the hall way and shot....figuretivly mind you but since i go to school with you.....)

Deawen rode down the lengths of the tents making sure everything was in order. Now the Phantom Camp was not helter skelter in dishoveled order but had a near perfect appreance the tents in straight lines spaced evenly apart. Deawen's was in the center as was morwen's But Morwen Had a Rohirric Tent as Deawen took a much plainer tent of black muslin. Above the great tent was a silver dragon it's wings were alone four feet in length it stood on the supporting staff of the tent.the tent was large and sectioned off into 4 rooms. the main room contained collaspible chairs covered in furs and wool. the second room contained a fire in the center the room next to that was Deawen's 'room' a dark space with a single cot lots of furs and pilliows a chest filled with Deawen's clothing and a small clump of furs on the floor next to the bed for Aernel.
the fourth room at the moment was a storage room for Deawen's Saddles and weapons but was commonly used for Deawen's squire Hilam.
Deawen first went to Morwen's tent to see if everything was in order. She caught Eston Sulking around Camp she snorted and went inside. She looked at Morwen with a funny look " i suppose you enjoy tormenting Eston don't you?" she laughed " not a common sight he is, but I like him he is devoted and willing to help without being asked. I hope everything is satasfactory, if you need anything all you need to do is ask" Deawen said sitting on the fur floor joined by Aernel who placed her head in Deawen 's lap.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

(Sorry about that i didnt know about Godmodding until now)
Pygrus looked about to see someone familier. he saw morwens tent and desided to talk to her. apon comming to the tent he saw Morwen talking to Deawen. He desided not to bother them. He desided to go back and clean his sword.

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The fight is never over; it only ends in your mind.

Deawen sensed pygrus presence before he entered the tent, Deawen unsheathted a dagger ready to strike she held the dagger under his chin in a matter of seconds. Deawen gaze was cold and pericing of one who is accoustumed to death. once realising that it was not a threat Deawen tucked the dagger back into the folds of her cloaks. her countance now changed to anger " parsley! do you not understand propiriety! a man to enter a woman's tent unbidden is absolutly forbidden!" Deawen seethed.
eston saw Pygrus and shoved him aside " whats the matter " he asked worried seeing Deawen in her state he shoved pygrus out side into the snow. ' i know you don't understand your error but understand this...Deawen has obligation to kill you for less of a crime, it would be wise to watch what you do..." Eston Scolded " now you wanted to be a phantom you must understand our ways you must forget your past life all that you have learned in order to learn to be a phantom..." Eston said codly truth as it was it was a harsh lesson to be delt to learn to forget your past and look only to the future.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Morwen hated that all the fuss was about her. "Deawen, I know that he is subject to your rules when he is under your banner, but lay off a little!" She yelled toward the flap of the tent towards Eston, "And you too, micro-manager!" She heard a grunt, then stomping foot steps. She kicked open a trunk and took out some furs to spread over the canvas floor of her tent. She opened a chair and set a fur on it. "So, did I hear your falcon's bell? Does that mean you need a favor from me?"

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

(may i ask what you mean by "did I hear your falcon's bell?")
Pygrus asked "Yes I do need a favor from you, I would like to know were to find a place were I can sharpen my sword?" Then he looked at Deawen "Or do you know were I can do that?"

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The fight is never over; it only ends in your mind.

(I was addressing Deawen, actually.)
"Well," Morwen answered, "You can use my whetstone, or Deawen can point you to the foundry."

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

*Sen entered the encampment of the Storm, deep blue tents with strange runes set about the doors one tent lay empty at the end; and it was black, though with the same golden runes around the door. He went inside, and with a smooth movement, held his sword out to his right. There was a laugh, and the large armored figure of Raelun stepped out of the shadows.*
As observant as ever, Sen. I am glad to see your skills have not dulled, away from home.
*Sen put his sword away, smiling.*
I have had plenty of chances to practice, that is for sure. Plus, it is a little hard for you to hide in such a small tent. What is the matter? For that is surely why you are here.
*Raelun smiled as well, though his smile was tense.*
Indeed, I have come to trouble you. The Storm are... restless being around these Phantoms, and I fear it may come to blows. You are friends with their leader, so I fear the burden will fall on you to sort it out. I will try the best from our end.
*Sen sighed. He had hoped it would be longer before complications developed between two very different forces.*
Very well. I will speak with Lady Deawen about this. Thank you, Raelun.

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )