Ureshiitamago: Ok, so people who read Spirit, I know that this update wasn't the one you were expecting, but I got a flash of inspiration, and loved the plot immediately, so I wrote this. Please tell me if you want this to continue, and I will. I won't write a lot for each chapter, maybe only 1,000 or more words, maybe under that sometimes, and my main focus is spirit, so don't be surprised if I completely stop writing this for a month, I don't hate this one, I just have one main focus, this is basically a side fanfic that I felt compelled to write. Enjoy.
Anora: I'm not as wily and hard to handle as Kretcher either, so I guess this is kind of like a break for you from her bitching.
Ureshiitamago: Language.
Anora: Not my fault, you made me like this. Ureshiitamago doesn't own Merlin, though she wishes she did. She only owns me and her other OCs. And my storyline.
Ureshiitamago: enjoy.
Chapter 1: Undergarments and little flowers
I yawned, stretching out on the cold forest floor as my fire crackled merrily beside me. (Can fires feel merry?) Not that it was night, or that there were dangerous animals around, but that I had just escaped an underwater trap for treasure hunters, and I was cold and thoroughly soaked. My clothes were hung over sticks by the fire to dry, my boots standing as tall as soldiers next to them. My undergarments were relatively dry though, so I wasn't stark naked in the middle of a forest. I wasn't bothered though. If anything, I wished that I could go back to that place beyond the end of the world, where everyone walked around in undergarments or stark naked. It was easier to move around. I smiled at that thought, wondering what my scullery maid mother would say. Dimples graced my cheeks as I thought about it. I lay there, totally enthralled in thinking about what she was to say that I almost didn't hear the snapping of twigs and underbrush that warned of the approach of humans. Quicker than I could think, I had doused the flames, and climbed up the nearest tree, cursing as I realized that I had left my clothing lying scattered around the newly doused fire. The sound of the footsteps drew closer, and soon became too near for me to chance grabbing my clothes to salvage my dignity. I held my breath, hoping that whomever it was that had ruined a perfectly good day of thinking and doing nothing would just pass by my camp, and hopefully not see it. No. Such. Luck.
"Someone's campin' here, I expect." Gasped an Irish-man, clearly out of breath. His voice sounds familiar. I thought with a frown.
"No. Did the clothes and embers tip you off?" Asked another voice. They sounded sarcastic.
"Oh, shut up the both of you. They may still be near here." This third voice sounded more youthful than the others. Still bothered about the first voice, I peeked through the leaves that were hiding me and gaped at what I saw. Gwaine! I thought in excitement. I watched as he sniffed the air.
"Ah, I'd know that enchanting scent anywhere! Come out of hiding little flower! I haven't seen you in ages!" He called out, flinging his arms around in exaggerated movements. I laughed at his silliness, and leapt off of my tree limb, landing catlike in front of the three men. I grinned at Gwaine, ignoring the blondie and the big-eared boy who were rudely staring at the amount of skin I was exposing. I had the unblemished, olive-toned skin of the Greeks (though it was slightly lighter in color), so I couldn't blame them for staring. It's just undergarments. I thought irritably. There were worse ways to make a first impression.
"Nice day to be running through the woods." I remarked casually to Gwaine, as if I weren't standing there in naught but my under-things.
"All in a days work." He said importantly, lifting his nose into the air. He was looking me in the eyes, and said it as casually as I had. Also as if I wasn't standing there in my under-things. That's what I liked about him, he was an extremely laid back person, who didn't mind if a woman could out-drink him.
"Little flower?" I questioned him, raising one of my already arched eyebrows. His grin widened mischievously, and I immediately knew that I would hate him for his answer.
"Because that's what you always smell like, and no offence, but you are little." I gaped at him as he said this. Blimey, I was only a few inches shorter than him. My maw snapped closed, and my eyebrows furrowed. I punched his arm, far harder than I would punch it for play.
"Who you callin' little?" I growled at him, raising my fist again threateningly, green eyes slits.
"You." He said, unabashed. I slapped my forehead with my palm in exasperation.
"Uuummm…miss?" I looked over at the blond, bulky man. He was looking everywhere but me.
"Yeah?" I asked, raising my eyebrow again. He pointed over at my scattered clothes. "Ah." I patted him on the head, not unlike one would pat a dog, as I walked past him. "Thanks." I pulled on my clothing (a cream wool shirt with the sleeves ripped off at the elbows, a leather stomach guard, brown trousers, and leather button-up boots that reached mid-calf), and pulled my long, unruly curly brown hair to the right side of my head, twisted it once or twice, and clipped it there with an animal bone clip. (I had fashioned it out of the horn of the 1st stag I had brought down.) Finally done, I turned back around to face the three of them The two I still didn't know the names of were turned away from me respectively, but Gwaine was staring blatantly, not even trying to fake embarrassment.
I walked up to him, smiled coyly, and proceeded to smack him upside the head. He made a sound like a kicked puppy. My face darkened, and my voice lowered dangerously.
"You may see me near naked, my friend, but hear this. Never watch me dress. Or undress for that matter. I ain't an orange seller, so stop actin' like I'm one." He finally looked ashamed, and I glowered at him for a moment or two before turning to face the other two, who were looking at me in shock. I held out my hand to them.
"Hey there, I'm Anora Vanstom, treasure hunter and wanderer extraordinaire. What's your names?" The blond one gripped my hand for a second, and then let go like it was a hot potato.
"Arther." He said shortly. My near nakedness was obviously still bothering him. I thought it was funny, because I had him pegged for the kind of guy who took women to bed whenever he could. I turned to the big-eared boy. This one smiled at me while she shook my hand. I smiled back happily.
"Merlin." He said.
"Nice to meet you two." I said happily.
Well, that was fun! Ok, I'm not British, but I didn't want to have one of those "goes back in time" ones, so she visited America before it became America. The Vikings did it, so why couldn't others have been able to? Also, her fighting style is Jujutsu, and she is a wanderer, so it works out. Anyone who's British and reading this, I am sorry for the lack of knowledge I have on your speaking style. See you later lovies! Mwah.(::)
