Author's Note: As every one probably guessed I don't owe any of this expect of my OC and the plot. That's all I guess. Enjoy.
Chapter One: Plans and drunken man
Feather smiled as she looked at the small town in front of her. It had taken them nearly 7 weeks to reach the island. The trip had been hard and little happened expect that their little party had grown. They were joined by a black curly haired man named Garth that was running away from a marriage arranged by his father three days after they left. Feather had offered him to come along, seeing as he had no Idea what he was going to do. Next came was Helen Renegall, which had lost her home and her husband in a fire. Percival estimated her to be around twenty one. She had bright blue eyes, long black hair and rosy cheeks. Feather was very jealous of her beautiful looks. Her own hair was a brown-black colour, her eyes were boring brown and her skin was unfashionably tanned. While Isolode had often told her that she was pretty if she would just get out of those 'boys' clothing and did something with her hair she would look just as pretty, plus it didn't matter really, since she had the right sized of curves, and when it came down to it that's all a man really cared for, she still wished she could be as pretty as her friends.
They rode into the small town and enjoyed the every day bustle of the place. Finally stopping at the local Inn, Garth quickly went in and booked some rooms for them at a much lower fee then the owners usually would have asked. The young man seemed to have a knack for getting people to see his way, using nothing but his charm. After the horses were looked after and every one had a good wash in the public bath house, they settled down in the tavern to enjoy dinner. It was a very good rabbit stew. Being better then anything that they had eaten for quiet a while the group ate their meals greedily. It was Garth that finally broke the comfortable silence that had settled after they finished their meals.
"So what are you going to when we get to Hadrian's Wall?" he asked as he took a sip out of his mug.
"Well, first we are going to find my brother. After that I guess I'll find work and Kay will go to a public school if they have one. If not I guess I'll find him some sort of occupation." Feather hoped that she sounded a lot more confident then she felt. She must have failed though because Isolode immediately grabbed her hand and gave it a squeezed,
"He'll be fine. I bet he'll start dancing right on the spot when we find him!" She said grinning broadly. Helen looked slightly sceptical but said nothing. Like feather she suspect that he might not quiet be that please on having a ten year old boy and a girl that was nearly twenty and still unmarried to look after.
"And if not then we will look after you. We crossed a continent together and were not going to abandon you now." Percival said seeing the silent exchange between Feather and Helen."What about you Helen? What are you going to do?" Feather asked trying to shift the attention.
"Find a good job and Find a good husband." She smiled slyly in to her cup: "This time I can choose what I want to do and whom I want to marry."
"Well any one another drink? My throat is kind of dry!" Percival declared suddenly.
"Your throat is always dry when alcohol is involved." Isolode said disapproving. Percival grinned and shrugged.
"It'll be my treat!"
"That convinced me." Garth said before drowning out the rest of his alee.
"Me too!" Kay agreed, trying to mimic him and managed to spill his juice all over his shirt. The Boys laughed. Helen giggled. Isolode muttered something that sounded suspicious like: 'bloody men.' Feather rolled her eyes and answered, what felt like the thousands time; "Your to young to drink beer."
"Sorry Mate seems like your out of luck!" Percival chuckled. He got up staggering slightly. Rolling her eyes again, Feather stood up as well.
"I better go with him, or else we'll end up owning the owners new mugs." She muttered and followed the drunken man.
Half way to the bar, a large man appeared out of the crowd in front of Percival and grabbed him by the shoulders.
"Were h've you been? AAAAHHH You slyy fox been doing that pr'tty Lasss, Have ya! That a boy!" The obviously drunk man slurred. Percival was looking around slightly confused and Feather blushed madly.
"I am very sorry; sir, but you obviously got the wrong person. AND he was certainly NOT doing me!!!" She hissed. But the man just grinned at her. "'course not. It'lll bee our L'ttle s'cete:" He said winking, before he dragged Percy of to a table, crowed by a bunch of rowdy man. Percy in a state of mind, where he would agree to pretty much anything, simply let him.
"Bloody men, indeed." Feather muttered as she picked her way through the crowd.
Authors Note: Sorry not particularly long… but I couldn't find a better spot to finish this chapter without putting the revelation in. The next chapter should be up soon any way. And yes we will be meeting the knights then.
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Bye-Bye For now
The lady of Lochaber
