Yay chapter 2!!! Okay so when I was re-reading the first chapter I noticed a few things, and took some notes on it. So I thought I would make a little game out of it and involve you guys in it as well. When you like a certain part or if you want to analyze a few things, send it to me and I will post it on the next chapter with my own notes. So here are my notes on Chapter 1:

-I love Etain: She's so frisky

-Brigit is somewhat self conscious. She knows she's beautiful, but she believes more in what you cannot see, and tends to rely on that. She is a little bit shy, but has very strong opinions and wants them heard just as much as the next, but sometimes she doesn't have the courage to. Being around the outspoken Etain so much, she wants to be heard as well as her friend so she speaks out every now and then so she doesn't fade into the background.

-Brigit and Etain are a good match in friendship: They tend to bring out the best in each other. Brigit is shy but Etain really makes her open up. Etain is really rather flirty, and Brigit brings her back down to reality.

-The story moves a bit quickly: I'm going to try to slow it down a bit. Emphasis on try

Okay so there's my notes on the first chapter, if you want to do this it would really help me make my story better because these things are being put in front of me.

I also noticed that I forgot the disclaimer on the first chapter and I would really like to apologize as I do not own anything in this story other than Brigit Etain and any other names you do not recognize. Some of you were confused as to when this takes place so I'm going to clear that up and tell you that it takes place about eight years into their service. Okie dokey on with the story.

Etain woke to the sun shining onto her closed eye lids. Blinking, she sat up slowly. Brigit was still asleep, which was rather different for her. Last night really took a toll on her. When they returned the night before from the tavern, Brigit looked like she was about to collapse, which she did as soon as she reached her bed. Etain had to change her clothing so they wouldn't wrinkle while the lump was asleep.

Smiling slightly she pushed back the warm goose feather quilt and quietly changed into a pale purple dress with flowing short sleeves and flowing ankle length skirt. After lacing up a cream colored half-corset onto her midriff, she slipped on soft white leather mid calf length boots.

She combed her hair and went out to find Morrisa to inquire about breakfast. Finding said woman making up a bed two rooms down she smiled as she worked diligently folding a quilt, as though her work last night didn't bother her in the slightest bit.

"Good morning Lady Morrisa how are you?" she made her presence known and was greeted with a smile. "Good morning Lady Etain, how may I be of assistance to you?"

"Please, call me Etain. You need not use any formalities with me." She insisted.

"Well than Etain, I must insist that you do not use formalities with me either." Morrisa said with her signature friendly smile, the one that cannot go unanswered with a smile in return.

"Morrisa, I was wondering where I may acquire breakfast for Brigit and myself?" she asked still smiling as she found it very hard not to as she realized that she had just made a new friend.

"You can find food anywhere, but being as new to the Wall I would rather suggest that I go fetch you some from our own kitchens, if you'd please allow me that honor?" Etain nodded reluctantly. Morrisa worked so hard already, but she saw the logic in the woman's words. "Very well, you may…but just this once. Oh my goodness! I sound like a mother!" She laughed out loud along with Morrisa. "But I mean this in all seriousness. I do not wish to make you work any harder than it already is."

Morrisa shook her head slightly. "You are too sweet for this hard, rough land." Etain smiled lightly and turned to leave the room.

"Etain, wait." Said woman turned to look inquisitively at the older woman who had a sly smile upon her lips. "Speaking of "hard and rough", a certain Knight came around last night after you left and asked me to give this to you." Morrisa reached into her apron and pulled out a slip of parchment and handed it you Etain.

"Play nice." She said to Etain, and quickly left the room. Etain rolled her eyes slightly and opened up the slip that was handed to her.

Meet me at the Knight's Barracks at noon.

Lancelot

Smiling, she bit her lip. She had forgotten that she had made plans with the handsome Knight.

Folding the note gently and sticking it into her corset, she followed Morrisa's steps out of the room.

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Brigit woke as she smelled the delectable scent of freshly cooked eggs and pastries. Gazing around the room she saw said food sitting on a tray at her bed side, and across the room by the other bed was Etain who turned to look at her.

"Oh well it's about time you woke up! I was afraid I would've had to leave you a note! It's near noon and I am to meet Sir Lancelot at the Barracks soon. Eat up quickly! I only have a few moments to tell you everything that has happened." Doing as she was bid, Brigit ate.

"Alright, so Lancelot is going to take me for a walk in town and show me around. I have asked Morrisa for directions to the smithy. She wishes for us to ignore formalities with her by the way. The directions to the smithy are on the table in the corner there. She seemed a bit confused as to why you are interested in the smithy, so I had to tell her that it was more the young smiths rather than the smithing if you know what I mean." She winked at her after she said that.

"Now unless you have any other questions, I have to go!" Without even waiting to see if there were any questions, she left really rather quickly, and by quickly, she was practically running. Leaving a flabbergasted Brigit sitting in her bed, her jaw hanging down with eggs nearly spilling out, and one question on her mind:

"What young smiths?"

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Etain made her way to the Knight's Barracks trying to recall the last time she was this nervous and this excited to meet any man. But it was all in vain because she couldn't recall the last time she had this many butterflies in her belly or the last time she fidgeted with her person this much. She skipped a little in her excitement.

And then, there she was looking into the dark brown eyes of the handsome knight she met the night before.

"Good afternoon." She greeted with a smile, keeping her excitement under wraps so as not to look just plain silly. "Good afternoon indeed." He sent her a sexy smirk and kissed her knuckles. "So, where would you like to begin?"

"Why don't you surprise me?" she smiled up at him, which he readily returned. "Well why don't we start in the market place? We can take a tour as you will find yourself going through their quite often and we can get something to eat as well." He suggested.

"That sounds perfect. Care to lend me your arm?" she giggled as he did as he was bid and proceded to lead her away from the Barracks.

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Gawain made his way through the market heading towards the smithy. He spent most of his time there as he was raised by a black smith and it made him feel more at home. Hearing a female laugh he turned his head toward the source to see Lancelot with one of the new girls on his arm. Not Brigit but her friend. He strained to remember her name. he was surprised that he was having such a hard time of it as Lancelot would shut up last night about…Elaine, was it? No! Etain, her name was Etain. He was rather close though wasn't he? She certainly was beautiful.

Looking to Lancelot he noticed something in the young mans eyes. The way he looked at Etain was so much different than the way he usually looked at women. Deciding not to dwell on her he turned away and continued on his way.

As he neared the smithy he literally bumped into someone landing said person on their rump. Looking down he saw a familiar face.

"Oh! Hello Gawain." Brigit smiled up at him. "Hello, Lady. How are you today?" he asked reaching down to help her up. She took the offered hand and he lifted her to her feet. She knelt down to pick up the piece of Parchment she was reading when she had bump into him.

"I'm quite alright. And yourself?" he nodded in answer as he found he was without words. She wore a dark green shirt with brown leather leggings: Smiths clothes.

"Are you headed to the smithy?" she shocked him at her nod. Of all the hobbies he could imagine she'd have, smithing had to be the last one on his list: She didn't look like a smith.

Apparently he wasn't able to hide his shock as she laughed slightly. "It's a family thing. My father was one of the best smiths I had ever met and I seemed to have inherited the same talent, which I must say, I am honored of." Smiling, as they had that in common, they wordlessly made their way toward the opening of the smithy.

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I also realize that this chapter is a bit shorter, but as I have been really, really sick for the past two weeks with a virus, I was not able to give you guys anything more. But I hope you liked it all the same.