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Post by marian on Jan 7, 2008 23:33:04 GMT
Hearing his question she looked up, confused she broke away from his grasp to observe the camp, she hadn't even realised they were gone, empty bunks and seats met her eyes and she frowned thinking it strange, "Djaq and I left them here..." Marian's eyes grew wide 'I want some new clothes too' the words pounded in her head as her heart dropped with fear.
"They're at Knighton!" she gasped turning around to face Robin. "The Sheriff...!" she breathed, fearing it may be too late already.
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Post by robin on Jan 7, 2008 23:39:12 GMT
Rboin let her leave his grasp, unwillingly to say the least. Allowing her to walk away. When she turned back towwards him, informing his men were most probably in danger. She looked ready to run back to Knighton, but it wasn't safe, especially for her. And for himself too.
"Marian, we have to think," he started, sitting back dwon on their bunk, "Allan and Will can look after themselves. And if we go charing back and they're already returning we could miss them. Chariing into the village wil end up in us being caught. We can't have that. I suggest that we let them come to us. they'll be fine," he threw her a pleading, please don't argue with me today, look and settled himself on the bunk.
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Post by marian on Jan 7, 2008 23:47:19 GMT
Marian blinked, a huge part of her was pulling her to run, run towards Knighton and help her new friends. The thought of them in that kind of danger made her swallow hard. She also wanted to ignore Robin's pleads, to grab her sword and cape and be the Nightwatchman again, looking out for the people, defending and helping.
She could feel her feet shifting under her instincts, she wasn't sure this was the right thing to do, but if she ever expected Robin to trust her, she had to trust Robin.
It was true, Will and Allan could look after themselves, but there was more than 50 men out there, baying for their blood, but it was also true that getting herself caught needlessly would put them in more of a difficult situation that she didn't want to be held accountable for.
With all this swimming inside her mind, she asked outloud "Well what do we do now then?"
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Post by robin on Jan 8, 2008 15:59:24 GMT
"We wait." he answered simply.
There wasn't a lot else they could do. They could start preparing dinner, but Much would throw a fit when he came back. So He gave up on that idea quickly. Taking the wuiver from his back, which he had forgotten about in his worry he emptied the arrows onto the bunk, and started to cut at them.
He needed more. He'd knew Will had a stash of made, but in need of sharpening arrows somewhere in the hide-away but quite where was another matter.
Robin stood and looked through a few of the Carpenters boxes, the search proving unuseful he turned back to Marian.
"Were are the arrows? And where's Djaq?"
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Post by marian on Jan 8, 2008 16:11:36 GMT
Marian hated waiting. Waiting seemed to go against every instinct she had, especially where people she cared about where concerned. She sat on the bunk, a little disgruntled and worried. She hoped that they were ok... but she knew that the Sheriff and Gisborne would not be kind to them if they were spotted. Things had happened in the Holy Land, and if the Sheriff himself was waiting around Knighton to find her, she knew that the capure of Will and Allan would amuse him greatly, especially as Allan had betrayed him and his right hand man.
Marian was awoken from her worried trance by Robin asking "Where are the arrows? And where's Djaq?"
Marian looked up and looked around camp. It was deserted but hadn't Djaq been right behind her? Hadn't Djaq entered th camp?
"What?" Marian said slightly miffed "Well she was...."
Then she reaslised. Of course, Marian herself would have the done the exact same thing if Robin had been in danger of being caught.
"Robin? Will's out there... and the Sheriff... she must have gone! She must have gone to find him"
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Post by robin on Jan 8, 2008 16:22:37 GMT
Robin clenched his jaw. Djaq knew better than that, a lot better than that. She may have cared for Will, but she should have known it was dangerous, and she knew the Sheriff wsas about.
"We can't go after them. We'll all get caught, it would be like walking into a trap with your arms up yelling: HERE I AM! Marian we can't do it." he said, mroe for himself than anything. He knew it was stupid, but he gathered up his arrows and dropped them quickly into his quiver and launched it onto his back.
"We're going to Knighton, but we do not come out ofthe Forest. We will be able to see everything from cover, and if something happens, then we do something."
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Post by marian on Jan 8, 2008 16:28:15 GMT
That was more like it.
Marian nodded, grabbed her cloak, fastened it around her new clothes and picked up her sword.
Here came the adreniline again, but somehow it was different from the feeling she had as the Nightwatchman, this excitement was mixed with fear and concern, she had friends to help, not people to feed, and it was as they left camp, and as she pulled down the shutter, she wondered what would be going through her head the next time she saw it.
Gisborne and Veysey were baying for their blood, more than ever, and she had a feeling that they wouldn't be watching for long...
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Post by robin on Jan 8, 2008 16:33:43 GMT
Robin ran up the hill that led down to the camp. Heading up nad out into the bulk of the forest. He ran in the direction of Knighton, as he had done many times sice becoming an outlaw, to see Marian, and do drop-off food.
The fallen leaves crunched beneath his feet, and the ground beneath that dusted up whenever his feet came into contact with it. He ran, faster and faster, trying to make sure Marian kept up with him. He was surprised slightly by her ability to stay in line with him as they ran. Towards her old home.
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