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And yeah, Gawain won't be freaked out by them forever XD All he knows about witches at this point in the story is what others have told him. Basically, he thinks they're a bunch of lying murderers who get some sort of twisted pleasure out of torturing their victims. It's not a very pretty picture, so you can see why he's a little scared for his life ;p
After he gets to know them better he'll be much friendlier ^-^
And yeah, Gawain won't be freaked out by them forever XD All he knows about witches at this point in the story is what others have told him. Basically, he thinks they're a bunch of lying murderers who get some sort of twisted pleasure out of torturing their victims. It's not a very pretty picture, so you can see why he's a little scared for his life ;p
After he gets to know them better he'll be much friendlier ^-^
So I'm curious: Do you have any ideas of where you want the story to go in the beginning? I have a few ideas, myself, but I want to hear your opinion first ^-^
Gawain thought about the witch’s offer. By what she said, it sounded like he could have almost anything he wanted from them. If all he had to give in return was a roof and some food, it wasn’t a bad deal, but he wondered if he wouldn’t be getting in over his head. The less connection he made with the witches, the better. He wanted to leave no sign that he had anything to do with them, so if a knight happened to search the farm and find the women he could always claim that he had no clue they were there or that they forced him to harbor them—although the latter wasn’t entirely untrue. If he accepted the witch’s deal and took some magic artifact from them, however, the knights could easily pin him as an accomplice and lead him to the gallows without question.
“No, no,” Gawain shook his head and held up his hands. “My life is good; I want for nothing.” He glanced at the white-haired witch again. “If it makes you feel better, you can think of this as a gesture of goodwill.” Even though you forced me to help you in the first place, he wanted to add, though he held his tongue and went on diplomatically, “If you truly want to return my ‘kindness,’ you can promise to leave my farm at the soonest opportunity. That is the only thing I desire in return for my troubles.”
“I suppose it might be kind to introduce ourselves,” the white-haired witch said. “My name is Morgana Blackwood, and my companions are Willow Blackwood, Minerva Kindley, Lenore Coventry and Ambrosia Wicker.”
Gawain eyed the witch, Morgana, curiously. By sharing their names, she was putting an unusual amount of trust in a stranger. He could easily give the names to a knight and the women would never find sanctuary again. He wondered if they had some sort of plan that they just hadn’t told him about yet. If so, he decided that he might as well play along in the hopes that such a plan didn’t involve his untimely death.
“My name is Gawain Collins,” he said. “And it seems that we’ve arrived.” He waved a hand to indicate the farm as they rounded the final corner. Whether for better or for worse, they had somehow managed to avoid meeting any patrols along the way. He sighed inwardly. Well, if his dumb luck continued to hold out, maybe he could at least be rid of these witches before any knights decided to search Simon’s farm.
“No, no,” Gawain shook his head and held up his hands. “My life is good; I want for nothing.” He glanced at the white-haired witch again. “If it makes you feel better, you can think of this as a gesture of goodwill.” Even though you forced me to help you in the first place, he wanted to add, though he held his tongue and went on diplomatically, “If you truly want to return my ‘kindness,’ you can promise to leave my farm at the soonest opportunity. That is the only thing I desire in return for my troubles.”
“I suppose it might be kind to introduce ourselves,” the white-haired witch said. “My name is Morgana Blackwood, and my companions are Willow Blackwood, Minerva Kindley, Lenore Coventry and Ambrosia Wicker.”
Gawain eyed the witch, Morgana, curiously. By sharing their names, she was putting an unusual amount of trust in a stranger. He could easily give the names to a knight and the women would never find sanctuary again. He wondered if they had some sort of plan that they just hadn’t told him about yet. If so, he decided that he might as well play along in the hopes that such a plan didn’t involve his untimely death.
“My name is Gawain Collins,” he said. “And it seems that we’ve arrived.” He waved a hand to indicate the farm as they rounded the final corner. Whether for better or for worse, they had somehow managed to avoid meeting any patrols along the way. He sighed inwardly. Well, if his dumb luck continued to hold out, maybe he could at least be rid of these witches before any knights decided to search Simon’s farm.
Finished my post ^u^
As one of the witches drew a sword, Gawain took an uneasy step back and silently cursed himself. He should have known that the women had a plan that didn’t involve magic. So much for his bluff. Now it made no difference whether the royal family cared about his life. They could easily kill him with a blade, and anyone who found his body would be none the wiser. Fortunately, however, it seemed that the witches’ desire for protection outweighed their desire to run him through, as the blonde girl sheathed her sword when her apparent leader finished speaking, leaving him to make the choice to help them or not.
Gawain hesitated, weighing his options. If he didn’t offer the women shelter, they had no reason not to kill him on the spot. By refusing to help he would be practically begging to die, but, on the other hand, taking them in would be just as reckless. If Simon found out his farmhand was harboring witches, he would waste no time reporting him to the knights. The old man was just as familiar with the bounty on the magic-users’ heads as Gawain was, and he was much greedier. The farmhand glanced down at the blonde witch’s sword again. At least he had a chance with Simon; these women were poised to kill him the instant he declined their proposition. It seemed like he only had one choice.
“Fine,” Gawain sighed. “You win. I’ll let you stay on the farm.” He looked up to meet the white-haired witch’s gaze once more. “Just try not to do anything stupid—and by stupid, I mean anything magical that will get you and me caught.” He turned and waved a hand for the women to follow him. “Come on, it’s this way.”
Gawain hesitated, weighing his options. If he didn’t offer the women shelter, they had no reason not to kill him on the spot. By refusing to help he would be practically begging to die, but, on the other hand, taking them in would be just as reckless. If Simon found out his farmhand was harboring witches, he would waste no time reporting him to the knights. The old man was just as familiar with the bounty on the magic-users’ heads as Gawain was, and he was much greedier. The farmhand glanced down at the blonde witch’s sword again. At least he had a chance with Simon; these women were poised to kill him the instant he declined their proposition. It seemed like he only had one choice.
“Fine,” Gawain sighed. “You win. I’ll let you stay on the farm.” He looked up to meet the white-haired witch’s gaze once more. “Just try not to do anything stupid—and by stupid, I mean anything magical that will get you and me caught.” He turned and waved a hand for the women to follow him. “Come on, it’s this way.”
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I'm feeling better today, so I'll work on my post soon ^-^
Just a head's up: I have to go to work in a few hours, so I'll only be able to post once or twice today
I'm feeling better today, so I'll work on my post soon ^-^
Just a head's up: I have to go to work in a few hours, so I'll only be able to post once or twice today
Got my post done, huzzah~ XD
Gawain raised a brow at the witch whom suggested that he offer them shelter. What made her think he would want to do something like that? It was dangerous and foolhardy to harbor magic-users from the knights. He could get himself arrested if someone found out and reported him to the royal family, and he did not want to be burned at the stake with a bunch of crazy witches. He opened his mouth to explain this to the women, but the white-haired one spoke up first, her words making him pause. She was right in that they had no reason to trust him enough to let him go, so if he didn’t want to be killed, he would have to give them proof.
…But the problem was he would run to the knights if they let him walk away. Even if he made it back to the farm uninjured, he wouldn’t be able to sleep at night until he knew the witches were captured. He had heard so many stories of men being burned alive by spontaneous flames, or getting mauled by fantastical creatures, or even getting turned into elk during the hunting season. So, of course he would try to find help if he had the chance. He would be lying if he said he didn’t plan to, but unfortunately an honest answer wouldn’t bode well for him in this situation.
“And if you truly have nothing to do with the ongoing witch hunt and would be willing to give us shelter, how would you like us to return the favor?” the white-haired witch went on, interrupting Gawain’s musings. He looked up at her curiously. The women must have been more desperate than he first thought if they were so quick to look to a complete stranger for shelter. They were even offering to pay him back for his help. He shifted his weight again, contemplating the proposal. He couldn’t deny that it was tempting, but he didn’t trust the witches any more than they trusted him.
“And how do I know that you’re not lying to me?” Gawain asked, meeting the white-haired witch’s gaze challengingly. “You could just be using me until you feel safe again, and then you’ll just kill me off so there are no witnesses.” He paused, his eyes flicking to the faces of the other women as he tried to think of a way to make himself appear less disposable. “I hope you know that if you kill me, you’ll have the royal family breathing down your necks. I hand deliver their food. They’ll notice if I go missing and send their knights after you. Then you’ll have to deal with both the bounty hunters and the city guards.” In reality, he doubted that the royal family even knew who he was. They always sent servants out to meet him in front of the palace—but the witches wouldn’t know that. He just hoped his bluff was convincing enough that they would buy it.
“So,” Gawain went on, tilting his chin up slightly with an air of confidence. “It would be in your best interest to let me go now and pretend this meeting never happened.”
…But the problem was he would run to the knights if they let him walk away. Even if he made it back to the farm uninjured, he wouldn’t be able to sleep at night until he knew the witches were captured. He had heard so many stories of men being burned alive by spontaneous flames, or getting mauled by fantastical creatures, or even getting turned into elk during the hunting season. So, of course he would try to find help if he had the chance. He would be lying if he said he didn’t plan to, but unfortunately an honest answer wouldn’t bode well for him in this situation.
“And if you truly have nothing to do with the ongoing witch hunt and would be willing to give us shelter, how would you like us to return the favor?” the white-haired witch went on, interrupting Gawain’s musings. He looked up at her curiously. The women must have been more desperate than he first thought if they were so quick to look to a complete stranger for shelter. They were even offering to pay him back for his help. He shifted his weight again, contemplating the proposal. He couldn’t deny that it was tempting, but he didn’t trust the witches any more than they trusted him.
“And how do I know that you’re not lying to me?” Gawain asked, meeting the white-haired witch’s gaze challengingly. “You could just be using me until you feel safe again, and then you’ll just kill me off so there are no witnesses.” He paused, his eyes flicking to the faces of the other women as he tried to think of a way to make himself appear less disposable. “I hope you know that if you kill me, you’ll have the royal family breathing down your necks. I hand deliver their food. They’ll notice if I go missing and send their knights after you. Then you’ll have to deal with both the bounty hunters and the city guards.” In reality, he doubted that the royal family even knew who he was. They always sent servants out to meet him in front of the palace—but the witches wouldn’t know that. He just hoped his bluff was convincing enough that they would buy it.
“So,” Gawain went on, tilting his chin up slightly with an air of confidence. “It would be in your best interest to let me go now and pretend this meeting never happened.”
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