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Meadhbh finished her perusal of the camp and the possibility of any attack from outside their circle. Satisfied for now, she moved towards the heat of the fire and sat down on the log that lay there.
She looked over at the knight who so gently placed her sister among his bed. The way he looked at her made Meadhbh sigh in resentment. Upon looking at her twins flawless skin and perfect body she looked down at herself.
Her hands were covered in calluses, her nails were chipped and she had faint scars marring her upper arms. She hated to wear dresses, unlike Mary, who would be seen in nothing but. Meadhbh preferred leather trousers and a tunic, for this allowed her to move freely in battle and everywhere else. Her body weary of years of hard battle training and fighting, was hard to the touch. Her legs were shapely and toned and her abdomen was flat and rock hard.
The only flaw in her physique were her breasts which due to their large size were bound during battle and training. They were bound now, but she had to wait until they reached the safety of the Wall before she could remove her bonds. Looking again over at her sister, she noted her face this time. Her sister was fair, soft and full of smiles and chat. Although identical, anyone who looked close enough would note the differences between these two. Their hair colour, a rich chestnut was identical as were most of their features. But it was the eyes that gave them away most of the time. While Mary had rich amber eyes, her eyes were a deep forest green. They had rare eye colours both from each parent. It was their eye colour that determined which parent the child stayed with. Mary with their mother, she, with her father.
Shaking her head from her thoughts, Meadhbh turned back to gaze into the flames. A movement in the corner of her eye, made her look at the man opposite her over the flames. "Tristan" Dagonet had called him. She was very curious about him but understood that like her, he wasn't really up for idle chatter. He spoke when necessary and only then. She, although spoke at rare occasions, found herself having conversations with her sister on their journey, without even realising how Mary had managed to coerce her to do it.
Smiling slightly, she focused back to the present and jumped when she realised she had been staring at Tristan during her daydream. Now a cool pair of dark brown eyes stared back at her from the veil of his shaggy hair that hung down over his brow. Since she already been caught looking, Meadhbh decided this was the best time to look at the dark face of the quiet knight. He had dark eyes set deep into his head and high cheekbones that had identical twin tribal tattoos of some sort on each. His mouth was wide with thin lips that moved as he chewed the apple he had been cutting up since they had arrived. Meadhbh's mouth watered she could not remember the last time she ate, and the way the knight before seemed to savour his precious apple, made Meadhbh very wary of her hunger. Licking her lips, she tore her eyes from the juicy apple, and returned her gaze to Tristan's eyes.
They still stared straight at her. Although this time instead of the hostile glare from before there was an amused curiosity that lined his face. There was no smile, oh no Meadhbh knew that this man lacked the muscles to achieve such a small emotion. But this man's eyes clearly laughed at her current predicament. Letting out a gust of frustrated air through her nose, Meadhbh stared back into the flames hoping that they would cook the rabbits soon. Or at least feed them a morsel of their bounty. Meadhbh began to worry that perhaps they did not mean to feed them at all. Oh she could manage, but her sister, so used to the luxury of eating any time during the day, may not handle the problem so well. She looked back over at her slumbering twin. The hardships from their journey smoothed away from her features, like water washing the blood off one's hands. No. Her sister would not handle the thought of no food very well.
Turning to beg for some sort of sustenance on her sister's behalf, she instead found herself looking straight into someone's chest. A very broad and very strong chest. Following the stitching up towards the man's face, she found herself staring straight into Tristan's eyes. He was very close. He held out his hand to her. It took Meadhbh quite a while to realise he was offering something. Looking down, she held out her own hand only to find two very shiny, very delicious apples sitting in her palm. When she looked back up, the knight had sat back down and resumed the task of finishing his apple. Dag kneeled next to him spitting the rabbits to roast them. But Meadhbh could only focus on the scent the quiet knight left behind. He smelled of earth and man.
Shaking herself out of her very strange thoughts, Meadhbh stood up, turning to aide her sister in eating at least a full apple before the rabbit was cooked. Glancing back at Tristan Meadhbh spun on her heel towards her sisters bed. Very strange thoughts indeed.
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Tristan watched as Meadhbh knelt down next to her twin waking her from her exhausted state. He snorted to himself, they may call themselves twins but one could clearly tell the monumental difference between them. He found it difficult to tear his eyes from the warrior girl. She was very interesting indeed. The way she defended her sister with her battle stance and snarl. Tristan was just glad that she did not notice that in her crouched position, one had a very nice view down the top of her tunic. Her breasts had been bound tight but that did not hide the substantial cleavage that peeked out from the top of her bonds. Very nice indeed.
"Have you ogled enough Tristan? Mayhap you could help me here with these rabbits, we'll be eating in no time if you would only get off your lazy ass!" Dagonet's quiet rumbling voice slapped Tristan's senses like a woman scorned. What was wrong with him. Wenches were naught but trouble. He should remember that when next confronted with this delicious morsel in from of him. Licking his lips, Tristan turned to Dag with a grunt and helped to spit the rabbits.
Although there was little meat on the rabbits, everyone had satiated their hunger thanks to the numerous rabbits Tristan had managed to hunt. Throwing the last of the sticks into the fire, the womanly twin patted her stomach with a moan of contentment. Tristan could feel Dag stiffen next to him. He smiled. On the inside, but smiled nontheless at his brother's obvious infatuation.
"Tristan, Dagonet, may I just say thank you so much for that. I don't think I have eaten so well since I left my village nearly four days ago." she sighed again. "I was afraid I would have perished if I had to wait any longer!" laughing she nudged her sister to share in the joke. Meadhbh allowed an indulgent smile for her sister. They were obviously very close.
Mary stood up and walked over to the Knights on the other side of the fire, leaving a very confused Meadhbh behind. Holding out her hand, she offered Dagonet an offer of greeting first, " Dagonet, I fear it was very rude of me not to introduce myself before I ate, but I could not have waited a minute more! My name is Mary, and that," She nodded her head in the direction of her sister, "is my sister Meadhbh." Leaning in to whisper mock conspiracy into Dagonet's ear she laughingly told him that "although you may want to chat the world away, the only answer you will get from her is a grunt or maybe, if you are lucky, a yes, or a no!" She laughed again, her eyes twinkling at Dagonet awaiting his response.
It took his brother a minute to respond but eventually, Dag reached out and grasped her hand again slipping a small grin in Tristan's direction, "I fear it is the same with our scout over here, except the only word you will get from him is no!" The two then began to laugh over the most ridiculous joke. Recovering, Mary finally made her way to Tristan. He tried hard not to flinch from her nearness and succeeded well until she grasped his hand that lay on his stomach as he sprawled on the floor.
"Tristan, scout, thank you for not killing my sister, I was very much afraid that you would have pounced if we had stood there one moment longer!" ignoring the obvious offended noise from her sister's direction, Mary leaned back to gage his reaction. Tristan stayed silent for a while until Mary, smile fading, made to leave. He tightened his hand and pulled her close. "I'm sorry milady, but you weren't standing."
It took a good ten minutes until Mary's bellows of laughter faded to silent gasps of air. Dagonet stood up and offering his arm led the still giggling Mary, back to his pallet. "As much as I would love to stay and chat with you, I fear you must get some much needed sleep, as we will have an early start back to the Wall tomorrow." Dagonet finished his sentence as he gently pushed Mary down onto his pallet. "You and your sister may take our beds," he cleared his throat to cover Tristan's snort of disgust, "It will not be the first time we have slept on the forest floor after all." smiling Mary only nodded at the giant as sleep overtook her again.
Pulling a fur from his pack, Dag touched the woman's hair then quickly stood up and faced the remaining group. "I shall check on the horses and secure them for the night." With that, the man left the cosy warmth of the circle to find their mounts.
Meadhbh remained as she was, staring into the fire. Tristan began to move and she watched under the cover of her lashes to see the scout unfold himself from his position on the floor, to stand. Stretching, Meadhbh could only imagine all his sinewy muscles bunching and flexing as he pulled them tight. Dropping his arms, Tristan began to pick up his pallet and bring them to her, when she stopped him. "Please, you sleep I would prefer to take the first watch anyway." Tristan stared at her for a moment before dropping his bundle to the ground, to start moving towards her. "We'll share." Came his throaty reply. Affronted that he would even assume such, and perhaps maybe more than a little excited at the idea, Meadhbh held up a hand stopping his advance. "I have no idea what you make of me, sir knight, but I am not one to share a bed with anyone that I meet!" Tristan smiled a ghost of a smile at her, "No, I imagine you wouldn't. As much as that idea is delightful in it's own right, I meant I would share watch with you."
Meadhbh had never gone so red. She could feel her blush creep up her neck and up to her hairline. Of course he did not mean share her bed. Why would he? Thoroughly embarrassed, both at the accusation and maybe because there was a little arousal still stirring within her, she turned to fiddle with her pack on the floor. Of course that wasn't what he meant. Look at her she was hideous. Stealing a glance at her sister she sighed mournfully. She could place a bet now that her sister would be the object of every man's desire at the camp.
Sighing once, more, Meadhbh stood up and turned. Only to find Tristan staring intently at her face. She shut her eyes against a wave of fresh arousal that hit her and she did all she could, to stop her knees from buckling under the power if it. He stepped closer, so close that she could smell him again. He leaned in and breathed in deeply causing her to open eyes in shock. Looking up at his eyes again she saw his, dark and… was that arousal too? Swaying closer to him she could feel the heat of his lips as they neared hers. She licked her own to wet them causing Tristan to growl, when a scream rent through the air…
A/N Meadhbh is pronounced "Mave" sorry if people had a problem with this. It's my name and even people here in Ireland can't pronounce the Irish spelling! Enjoy!