Belle

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

Alert everyone : small injured human child hurt and crying and all alone...

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

Lyra

While the females started talking about boring things Lyra slid down from Are's lap and headed out the door carrying her bunny in one arm and the tart in the other hand. Munching happily, and getting crumbs on her face, she wandered the halls of the Summer palace. Ba-Ba wasn't back yet. She missed him really badly.
Maybe she should go and find him?
But he had said to stay here until he came back...
But he wasn't back yet...

Maybe he had meant stay near the palace. She'd just looked around outside a little bit. She wouldn't go far.
Slipping past the guard wasn't easy but she was a determined and clever little girl so she made it. The trees rustled in the breeze. The Dryads regarded her with watchful eyes. The pet of the King was wandering without her keeper.
"Ba-Ba!" she called. "Ba-Ba!"
She wasn't afraid. Why would she be? The child had never had to be afraid of the surrounding forest before. But they did seem quite a bit bigger without someone there with her...

"Ba-Ba...?" she called, her voice now carrying a nervous and unsure tone. Maybe if she just went a little farther...
Her bunny seemed to sense something because he leapt from her arms and took off.
"Wait!" she cried, running after him without realizing how far she was getting from the palace. "Wait! Come ba-!" Lyra's call turned into a cry as she tripped through some brush and rolled down a hill. She squealed loudly as she tumbled into a small ravine. Landing at the bottom, Lyra laid still for a moment in a daze. She tried to stand and cried out, holding her knee. There were several cuts and a large bruise on her knee and her leg hurt. Sitting in the brush, Lyra held her knee and cried. She wanted Ba-Ba! She wanted Are! She wanted someone!

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Lyra

The screams of horror were etched into her memory. Lyra felt like everything was moving in slow motion. But one thing stood out from the pandemonium:

The King was dead.
Not just dead. Murdered.

Lyra stumbled back, pulled away by Tiras. "W-what do we do?" she asked, her voice quivering and terrified. She had just made a spectacle of herself moments before the King was found murdered. She might be implicated, accused of causing a diversion. Lyra's heart was in her throat. She had to get away from here. Had to hide.
Tiras was looking through the crowd for someone, so Lyra slipped away from his side unnoticed. She didn't want him to get in trouble along with her. Maybe she would be overlooked? Dismissed as an empty-headed servant?
Not if Trystan's mother had any say in the matter. She might hand Lyra over as an accomplice to the murderer simply to get the peasant girl away from her son. And, injured as he was, Trystan could do nothing to stop it.

Lyra was lost in the crowd being rushed from the field. Apparently the head of the King had been rolled up in the flag of the man from the sea, Lord Jeyco Swan. What could he possibly have to gain from killing the King. Except that he did win the tournament which now made him King once he married the princess. But he would have had to have been positive he would win. And if it wasn't him, then the real murderer would have had to have been positive he would win. Who could have that kind of power?

The medic tent was soon before her. In the mad rush of people the guards were gone. There was no one in front of the entrance of the tent. No one to block her entry.
Lyra bit her lip.
She had to see Trystan, even if it was the last time.

Ducking inside before she could stop herself, she found him laying on a cot unconscious. Kneeling by the cot, she laid a hand on his arm gently and hesitantly.
"I never wanted any of this to happen," she told him in a low voice. "You terrify me so, but I never wanted you to get hurt. If I am accused of being an accomplice, I just had to let you know this : I had nothing to do with the King's death. I swear to you. And... I think you are a true man, in every sense. I pray you recover from this."

Lyra looked around. There was no one in the tent. No one to see what her foolish heart was moving her to do. In a rush of emotion, she leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.

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@Holy Soldier Maybe Lyra could run into Jeyco or his wives? She is panicking at the moment and could use some strong female help.

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

@BlackPanther I'm sorry boo-boo *hugs* I'd bring you chicken soup and cookies if I could.

I'm not quite sure what to do right now so I will make a small Lyra post and see how much trouble I can get her into. *evil laugh*

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@KillBox lol not like that! If they'll let her in the tent she'll wait on him like a normal servant.

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@KillBox lol Lyra is not a slut so Trystan gonna have to work for it

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@Holy Soldier bring me my brown pants

If you know that joke I love you

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@Holy Soldier
I love how Jeyco is like "Oh wow I won!" *does victory dance* .... "oh SHIT the king is dead! Let's GTFO!"

Lol

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@BlackPanther I hope you are okay! *hugs tightly* sissy loves you!!