Promises Promises [Tag Kate]

[Kate Miller]

Kate may have sounded sure of her self, but she was always good at putting up a front. It wouldn't matter what she actually thought, she could always make others feel like she thought otherwise. But today was one of those days where actually, she was confident. If Robin didn’t come, Will was sure to, or at least he was sure to fight Allan’s corner. But as long as he didn’t know that Kate as there as well, then he might get in a mood with Allan and not other coming at all. Or maybe that would push the rest of them to come instead. Peasant girl in need of a rescue.

”That would be lovely,” she smiled, placing her other hand around slightly and linking her fingers. She was secretly enjoying the feeling of being in his arms, well maybe not so secretly, she was smiling, and generally being a lot happier than normal, but that usually came with the territory when he was around, he knew how to make her feel good about herself.

When they reached the path, the feeling of his arms loosening told her that she should have let go of him, after she felt her feet level on the floor. She slowly released her own fingers and let her arms drop to her sides. She grinned as she threaded a piece of her loose fringe behind her ear. She looked North then South, then North once again then turned back towards Allan. ”I chose South,” she said as she nodded and pointed in the direction she implied. ”It takes me away from home, and onto places that I have never been before. Don’t get out much me,” she said stretching her arms out slightly behind her.

She sighed as her arms dropped back to her sides once more, starting to dawdle slowly in a southerly direction, swinging her arms as she did so. No longer being attracted by foliage and sharp things, she could comfortably walk, only something told her that she would rather be going over rough ground, but she wasn’t about to let him know that, he appeared to have a bit of an ego at the best of times.

[Allan A Dale]

Allan had to admit, he was a little reluctant to let Kate go by herself, walking along, so his hands might have lingered a little longer than necessary (and by God, he hoped she didn’t notice), and he waited for her to answer. Nodding as Kate decided they were to go south, and walked beside her, eventually offering his arm to her in some attempt to at least be a little bit gentlemanly. Women liked that, didn’t they?

”You gotta have been to Nottingham Market, right?” he asked, looking a little surprised as she said she didn’t get out much. Not that he was intending to take her anywhere near Nottingham, not today and probably not ever. He liked to avoid Nottingham and Locksley to the best of his abilities, and so far he’d done pretty damn well. But anyway, what villages were southwards? He wondered if any markets were on, maybe she’d find something she liked. Like boots. ”How long you intending to be out?” he asked, feeling a bit like a child. ”’Cause I think Gotham* has a market on today, I thought you might like to have a look or something. Or we could just wander about. Y’know, whatever you fancy.”

Allan looked away for a moment, and it would probably look like he was being shy, but in fact he thought he heard something on the road. He stopped for a moment, making a shushing gesture in case Kate tried to ask what was wrong, and looked up and down the road. Nothing coming from the south, so that was safe enough, but if he looked up the north road, through some of the trees-

A flash of black.

Bollocks.

”We need to get back in the forest,” he said, grabbing Kate’s hand and pulling her into the trees as he ran, not wanting to meet with whomsoever deemed it necessary to wander along the paths that day. They wouldn’t get far, but if they could get behind a tree, find a small ditch or something… He knew for a fact that the guards stopped anyone they thought might be suspicious, and while Allan and Kate weren’t exactly suspicious, he didn’t want to risk the guards knowing who he was, and he didn’t want Kate to get mixed up in it.


* Gotham really is near Nottingham. I found this hilarious.

[Kate Miller]

As soon as his arm was out and offered for the taking she looped her own through the gap and linked her fingers together again smiling as they walked along the southern heading path. There were track marks indented on the edges from where nobles had travelled through the winter months over the drenched paths. Horse hoof-prints ran down the centre, rendering it uneven. She wouldn’t normally have notice these things, but when walking along not saying anything, and trying to look anywhere but the male who’s arm she held onto it forced her to take in other things.

She had noticed however when he had been carrying her and now she could see his sleeves too, that he had kept his new clothing in a reasonable condition considering he lived in the forest twenty four hours a day seven days a week. She wouldn’t go as far to say that he had washed it, because in all fairness he probably hadn’t. But it was still pretty clean, which had amazed her.

My mother tends to be the one that goes to market, whilst I stay back in Knighton and make sure Sarah and Rachel don’t get into any trouble. Otherwise known as I do the work, she gets the business and pretends that she does the work!” She really didn’t want to go to Nottingham. Too many people died there, for no reason at all. And you were more likely to be on the butt end of the Sheriff’s anger if you lived there, being so close.

”As long as you want me,” she replied, whilst making sure she didn’t fall down a small pot hole in the path, probably made by some sort of animal as it looked for food, or buried it or whatever. ”Gotham Market was always quite good, though I’ve not been there for years. We could have a look round I guess. Doesn’t do any damage. Got nothing to buy anything with though.” she trailed off towards the end more talking to herself as she looked around through the trees. Were they safe from Will seeing them? They were pretty good at being invisible, outlaws, Will more so, such a runt.

Kate didn’t take to being shushed very often. But they were in the forest, and she was with an outlaw, if she was being quietened it was most likely for a reason. Next thing she knew she had lost the arm under hers and her arm was being pulled from her socket as they were back on the rough terrain and under the cover of trees and bushes.

They were running, running, running nice and fast before ducking down a hill and under the Roots and the tree, covered by some branches. They definitely weren’t about to be seen by whatever it was Allan had just seen.

(I saw signs for Gotham when i went to Center Parcs...)

[Allan A Dale]

Allan had actually been making some effort to make sure his clothes stayed kind of neat, or at least appeared that way whenever he went to visit the seamstress of Knighton. In actual fact, he had several well concealed holes in his sshirt from a brief tussle in Nettlestone and was silently praising the wonders of leather jerkins (and yes, he’d stolen it from a passing cart that was headed towards the castle, but he really didn’t care – he was owed some leather and he was bloody well going to have it!).

”The way of the world – a lot of work gets fenced off on apprentices,” Allan shrugged, and he couldn’t really blame her mother – if you could get someone else to do it, why not take advantage? But he would prefer it if the young woman got more time off so he could come over – he had briefly entertained the notion of giving up the life of an outlaw to take up a job in Knighton, because he spent more time there than he did at the camp, it seemed, but then realised that it wasn’t actually a feasible idea. Shame, that. ”Well, you could always tell her to stuff it, but I don’t recommend it. Mothers don’t tend to like that,” he added, hoping she wouldn’t take it too offensively.

Allan was too busy dragging Kate off to reply about Gotham, but it wasn’t like they’d be going there now anyway. Or maybe they would, later on, but right now Allan really didn’t want his day to be ruined by a fight or something stupid like that. He leapt over a few roots, hoping Kate was going to be alright with this effort, and his mind was racing, dismissing this place and that as suitable places to hide. No, that place was too small, no, that place was too unguarded, no, that place was too open…

Spotting a good place, he dragged the blonde over and jumped in, pulling her down with him (something that was starting to become a bit of a frequent occurance). He was once more thankful for getting these nice new clothes – they blended in well, he had to say. Panting a little, he looked over at his slightly dishevelled companion and smiled sheepishly, raising his eyebrows and dropping them in apology, accompanied by a little shrug.

”So, whoever said anything about money?” he asked, voice hushed, trying to pick up their previous conversation, but failing a little. The little dent in the tree’s base was fairly small and they were practically sitting on top of each other. Allan could feel Kate’s breathing, her chest moving up and down beside him, underneath his arm. He sometimes marvelled at his mind, and how it could go places that Kate probably wouldn’t appreciate, under almost any circumstance.

[Kate Miller]

Kate considered it, why did it need o be the way of the world? Really? It wasn’t fair, she didn’t care, and she didn’t like being the pawn in her mother’s operation. She didn’t get anything for her work and she certainly didn’t get any gratitude from her parents, especially her father. But no, today was not a day for that man. ”Yeah, tell her she can do it herself whilst I wonder round the forest with an outlaw. Good plan.” she couldn’t help by snort out a giggle, (GIGGLESNORT!) soon cut off by the running and huffing and puffing. It made her realise quite how unfit she could be.

Gotham was at the back of her mind whilst going at full pelt through the forest. Quite obviously she could handle running over the foliage more than she could walking, much lower risk than going slowly, quite obviously. Now added to the foliage problems were tree roots. Roots were harder than bushes. Easier to fall over too.

The pulling force on her arm was the indication that this was where they were hiding. Grateful for no longer having to run, her chest heaved. It wasn’t quite painful, but it wasn’t comfortable. ”Yeah, you can give me more stealing lessons in public,” she managed through a hushed breath. They’d run, far. Far enough away from the path, she imagine, tat they would no longer be visible. But she didn’t know these things for sure.

She huffed and puffed, her chest falling and rising a couple of times a second. It gradually slowed. Allan seemed to be fairing slightly better than her. She screwed her eyes together for a short moment before letting out a harsh breath. Looking quickly at him in apology. It no longer mattered about the guards. If they had seen them, they would know about it by now for sure. They’d hear the heavy footprint of the boots the slight clank of the armour they wore. The guards were idiots as well. They’d make noise, they’d hear their voices yelling out orders.

There was little need for them t be hidden, the guards had moved on. They’d gotten out of sight quicker than the guards could see them. So the close proximity that they were in really wasn’t necessary either. But Kate wasn’t about to move when she’d be pulled under the brush for her own ‘safety’. She wasn’t an idiot. She knew how these things worked, and she wasn’t about to question an outlaw of all people about the workings of the forest.

[Allan A Dale]

Allan was always one to feel it was better safe than sorry, and as such liked to make sure he was well out of danger before he bothered stopping, hence the distance they had run. It was like the first day he’d met Robin – he’d run as far as physically possible, stopping occasionally to check he wasn’t being followed, before he ended up in Nottingham (and yes he got caught shortly after that, but it hadn’t been his fault and he wasn’t going to go into that entire fiasco again, especially not in a monologue). He was fairly careful about keeping himself out of the firing line, and naturally it extended to Kate today as well.

”Well, if that’s what you want,” he replied, shrugging again, leaning a little bit more backwards as he started to relax. They’d need to be moving again in a moment, but lying in what amounted to a fairly cosy hole with a pretty girl and nowhere particular to go, he was already beginning to feel his resolve fade. Who wouldn’t be reluctant to move? He had been thinking he’d just take something if she really liked it, or maybe even pay for it if he had any money on him (he hadn’t checked), but if she wanted to become a thief… Well, he was up for that. She had the hands for it.

Allan’s resolve was weak at the best of times, and with his mind yelling at him to go for it, he leaned over to close the little bit of distance between the two of them and grinned. ”You know, you’re bloody gorgeous,” he replied, ever blunt, and kissed her on the lips, the entire time hoping she wasn't going to slap him silly for it.

[Kate Miller]

He’d never finished teaching her how to be a good outlaw, or an outlaw at any rate. They’d been disrupted by the return of her parents, and an escapee guard about to ruin Robin’s plans. That had been the first time she’d saved his life. First of about three, not that she was keeping a tab of anything.

”It can do some good to know these things,” she shifted slightly bringing herself closer to him, the distance really not very much anymore. She was hot; the hairs on the back of her neck were sticking to her. It wasn’t an attractive feeling. The shorter hair that fell loose of the band was hardly far behind it. For the briefest of moments she ran her hand over the nape of her neck, unsticking the hairs from it. She could feel them sticking out really, not feeling attractive.

Which really didn’t appear to matter to Allan, “Bloody gorgeous” had never been a way she had been describe before. Males were generally to scared of her father. Talking to her at all was genuinely unheard of, but kissing her, not even considered. Not in public, which hiding beneath a bush really wasn’t.

This time they weren’t drunk, they weren’t in any immediate danger and they certainly weren’t about to be accosted by a Noble either. Then again, she really wasn’t complaining. It took her by surprise. More than that she was ever so slightly in shock. She didn’t really know what to do. Under the given circumstances, she really couldn’t care less. So she retuned the kiss.

From what she remembered of their other, drunken, escapade, this was sweeter. One hundred percent unprovoked – obviously – and certainly not a story she would be repeating to the household any time soon. She pulled away slightly, a murmured “You’re not bad yourself,” followed by her initiating another kiss soon after.

Yes. She was most definitely not repeating this one to her family. Especially not Luke, their was no telling who he’d let slip to.

[Allan A Dale]

It wasn’t for a lack of trying that Allan hadn’t finished Kate’s education in the art of being a criminal, but it was all to do with how long he had to spend with her each time. If he only had an hour or so, then there wasn’t really enough time, and between his disappearances (which seemed to be aggravating Much, if no one else) and her own schedule, he didn’t have time to finish her lessons. Besides, he hadn’t thought she’d be up for such a thing, really – she seemed fairly straight and honest, and Allan had thought that she would be rather a lot like Will – fairly honest, despite his current job, and a bit disappointed in anyone who resorted to constant thieving (even if Allan himself couldn’t always help himself – if there was an easy target, what did you want him to do, ignore it? Really?)

Luckily for Allan, he hadn’t had to worry about Kate’s father, except for nearly being caught by him sometimes. He’d met the man once and didn’t want to again – he was a little crazy, the thief had decided, and had vowed to keep himself out of the other man’s line of sight, lest he recognize and decide to dismember Allan this time around. And he did think she was gorgeous – were there many other words to describe the wonderful girl he spent so much time visiting? At least he hadn’t been overly overt about it – he’d considered doing this in Knighton several times, but realized it would probably be a bad idea. Kate would at least slap him.

Danger, and drunkenness, had made last time a lot of fun. Allan always enjoyed things like that, just for the novelty and change of pace, but he had to admit that not being worried for your life when you’re trying it on with a girl definitely had its advantages and he wasn’t complaining about this. He was pleasantly surprised to find Kate responsive, and then even more so – instigating another one when they had split apart! He didn’t think she’d had it in her.

The thought of who he’d tell hadn’t crossed his mind, which was probably a good thing – not the best idea to be thinking of someone else when you’re snogging someone, was it? – and he kept himself solely focused on the girl with him. He broke away this time, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close, firmly this time. ”Thanks,” he replied, running his hand through her hair. ”Ain’t this cosy?”

[Kate Miller]

In her defence, she was a particularly honest person. This was just one aspect of her life that she didn’t wish to share. She couldn’t see Luke or Will being particularly understanding of the constant visits from the thief. Nor would they be understanding of the jolt in her chest when she thought about his lips on hers. Not that they weren’t romantic or anything. For a male, Will was partial to a little bit of a romance story, but he would never understand this little… arrangement. It wasn’t like they planned the things that happened. They just did. Nothing ever went as planned these days, life just went with the flow – with the occasional deliberate act.

Had she not know him like she did – despite the short length of time that she had actually known him – she would had hit out, pushed him away and asked him ‘What the hell are you doing?’, but she’d been here before, drunk though she was, she hadn’t pushed away then and she didn’t plan on starting now.

Kate certainly wasn’t complaining either. Well, when you were a little preoccupied with somebody else’s lips on yours it really didn’t matter all that much anyway. She couldn’t have spoken if she tried. Her hands made their way back around his neck, the ends of her fingers fiddled with his hair.

She let them slip back down to his waist once he pulled apart from her. Like earlier, she really didn’t know what to do with her hands, but with his arm around her, her opposite hand made its way voluntarily to the one that was around her. Her fingers linking with his before sighing to herself and burying her head into his shoulder. The thought of the dirt stain on her dress, the crinkles in the fabric, the knots forming in her hair, if she could get back without a family member noticing that would be a god send. Not that she was about to leave.

Cosy wouldn’t have been the word she would have chosen. She would have said unexpected. Unseemly. Confusing… weird? She couldn’t start to think about how it would change how they were with each other. Maybe nothing would, a one off perhaps? Like hell it was, a one off would have been the ‘drunken adventure’ they had had at the Silver Arrow Contest. But this could never go any further. She couldn’t let it. But couldn’t was such an… unrestricting word, couldn’t did not mean ‘wouldn’t’.

”If a little weird,” she mumbled through a slight laugh. She flattened out her clothes slightly, all a little higgly-di-piggly-de from the running and hiding in a bush. She brushed the hairs out of her face and sighed once again.

(OOC: And now I go to bed XD Alsa's already gone leaving me with Dodos...)

[Allan A Dale]

(OOC: Oi, it were bloody late! X3;; I were shattered and I could see you were too. Plus, BATH! That place is awesome!)

Kate’s fiddling tickled a little, but he suppressed the shudder that threatened to rack his body and managed to keep still instead. Well, he thought it was cosy anyway. Two people, nice and close, in a small space… What wasn’t cosy about it? Okay, so maybe somewhere else would be a better place for this – a room, for example, in an actual house, but it wasn’t like they had planned this and it wasn’t like there was a suitable place available for them even if they had planned for it – Kate’s house was out, thanks to the fact she had a crazy man for a dad and Luke was around (somewhere, Allan hadn’t actually seen the boy during any of his visits to Knighton – which was partly intentional, bu the would have liked to check up on the kid, because he did worry), and Allan didn’t techinically have a place to go to (the camp was a little bit too obvious a place for bringing a girl back to when she was a sort of secret, wasn’t it?), and such activity in any of the taverns that actually had rooms or stables, or a random alley in Nottingham was a little bit suspicious – despite his own delving into the world of brief romance, the rest of the world were still fairly monogamous and might find such a situation a little bit more than dodgy, and possibly get the guards on them. God knows what could happen, then.

Not that they were doing anything other than kissing, of course, but still. His point remained – it wasn’t planned so this was as good a place as any to have a snog, right? And now he was mentally rambling, and said rambling was fairly inane and pointless, so he was going to shut the hell up.

Kate sighed, and Allan worried a little. What, was his breath really bad or something? He did his best to keep healthy… She was far too focused on her clothes, too. He wanted to grab her hands, settle her down, but didn’t – she’d probably slap him or something.

”What’s so weird about it?” he asked. ”We’re just two friends, sitting in the woods, having a good time…”

Well, he was having a good time, anyway.

[Kate Miller]

She still had one hand on his, the other fiddling with anything and everything she could see wrong with this particular choice of clothing. Once she’d spotted all the problems on her clothing she’d start on Allan’s. Every loose thread every wrong stitch, not that she made many mistakes in her work but all the same. When looking back over it, she could see anything and everything that she could have done better. Which is why she preferred not to see the clothing ever again, it always made her feel even more useless than she already felt most of the time. What could she do? Sew, that was about it. Creativity was about the only thing that she could do and do well. That was it, her contribution to the world, and if you really looked at it, what the hell was that worth in the grand scheme of things. The only worth while thing shed ever done was hit a guard around with a hunk of wood and stop him from spoiling the outlaws plan, but nobody could ever know about that, because if they did, she’d be a dead peasant, even more use to everybody then.

She turned away from Allan slightly as her cheeks reddened, she smirked, ”I can’t say that I’ve ever kissed a friend before,” she admitted, tugging on a loose thread, tickling and slightly annoying him hadn’t been her intention, distracting herself was. ”So, yeah, you know, just a little weird. Really,” she smiled as she turned her head. Was there anything spectacular going on in the world? Not particularly. This little… situation she found herself in was never about to be repeated to anybody. If she did she’d either be told she was imagining it, or be locked away in her room for life.

They were two friends, good friends, having a good time. A very good time, hiding. Hiding from what exactly? They couldn’t possibly still be in danger. They were a way away from the beaten track, and there was little chance that the guards had actually see them. Kate surely hadn’t seen the guards.

”Just two friends having a good time hiding. From…” Kate faltered, ”What are we hiding from exactly?” she asked, still keeping her voice low, just in case they where in more danger than she realised.

[Allan A Dale]

”Not even a peck on the cheek?” he asked, both pleased and disappointed to hear the word friend come out of her mouth. Friends, that was great – it meant she actually liked meeting with him, but on the other hand… Did she not feel anything else? Was that it? Just friends? He really wasn’t sure whether or not to be elated or disappointed or… Well, anything. Had he been hoping she’d say something else? It wasn’t like anything was really going on, so she wouldn’t have insinuated anything else… And he was rambling again. That was fairly bad. ”Maybe you should do it more often,” he continued, shifting a little and stifling a yawn. Tired now… As an afterthought, he added, ”Though not all your friends – don’t want Luke getting ideas now, do we?”

Allan laughed a little. It wasn’t like there was any harm in telling her, was there? ”Guards,” he replied simply, wondering if he should elaborate. She’d get the finer details from that, anyway. ”Just didn’t want to risk being arrested or something, you never know with the guards, especially when they’re wandering about in the forest. They used to arrest anyone in the forest, even if they hadn’t done anything wrong; just because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time.” That, and he didn’t fancy risking meeting Guy in the forest – that would be fairly bad. For them both. He looked around a little, leaning out of the hole and listening quietly for a minute. He couldn’t hear anything, and while that didn’t guarantee complete safety from that which they’d wanted to elude, it did mean that they were probably safe. Allan would bet on it, anyway. ”I reckon they’re gone now, though. Still fancy that trip to Gotham?”

(OOC: Argh that was somewhat crappy ^_^;; )

[Kate Miller]

Kate considered it, ”Okay, not properly,” but those men had just been friends, the Scarlett boys, others she hung around with in the past, but even then that was when she saw them and it didn’t mean a thing, like kissing a cousin or your grandparents. You didn’t want to it; it just had to be done. Friends didn’t hide in the bushes away from no longer existing guards. Friends didn’t kiss like that. They, most definitely, weren’t friends.

”Save it for a select few,” she commented, smirking as she bit her lip. ”Save Luke from it. Besides, I don’t think my father would approve of that one at all,” she laughed she didn‘t want to bring the, down from whatever it was going on with them. She didn’t know what was going on here. Allan probably didn’t know either. It was all a bit too confusing.

”Guards? Kate asked herself, what bloody guards? She hadn’t seen them. Then again she really wasn’t looking out for these things. She wasn’t used to having to worry about these things, this wasn’t her territory. ”Being arrested really isn’t one of my top priorities,” in fact she never left the house when the Sheriff or any guards were about. She would just inside out of sight and keeping low. It worked for her.

She didn’t fancy meeting Guy either. Not only would he arrest Allan because he knew perfectly well who he was, but Kate sure wouldn’t be far behind. Wouldn’t matter if she wasn’t an outlaw, she was with one. Not that she had little regard for her own safety, she would just rather have a good time then worry about who saw what. She’d already had the gang in her home, hit a guard round the head, if she was going to be arrested for Outlaw collaboration she was going to make sure that she at least deserved it first.

When he made his move to check whether the guards were near, she felt a chill rush over the area where Allan’s arm and hand had been. Saying that there were no guards should have made Kate feel better, but then they’d be moving off, away from the dirt certainly, but away from the ‘cosy’ arrangement.

”A trip to Gotham would be lovely,” she commented, not making a move to go, just staying sat where she was.

[Allan A Dale]

Allan laughed at that. Secretly, he was glad she hadn't gone around kissing other people, because it made him feel rather special. It meant that, a kiss like that from Kate, was almost permission to pursue her. Sort of. Well, it had to mean he was allowed to kiss her, and if that didn't mean he could pursue her, then she sent out some bloody odd messages. He nodded as she mentioned her father – from his impressions so far, he wondered if Kate's father would ever approve of anything she did. Probably not...

”What's the fun in having your parents approve of things first?” he asked, suggestion all over his face. He ran his hand up her arm gently, skin ghosting over skin as he spoke, and stopped at her shoulder, laying his hand flat and pulling her slightly closer before he moved to check on the outer world. He loved to tease. He looked back in and added ”Life's more interesting when you do what you want, not what other people expect.”

So he hadn't meant to give her an insight to how his mind had worked for most of his own life, but it was a fair observation, he thought. It was just that for most people, the idea of other people stopped at friends and family – Allan's idea of other people spread to the law, the guards, and anything that told him he couldn't do something he wanted to. Heck, he didn't even have to want to do something – if someone said no, he tended to say yes and do it anyway, just to try and get a rise out of them. He really did go around begging for trouble...

”Can't say I fancy getting arrested myself,” he replied, sitting back down beside her with a slight thump and looking at her, waiting for her response. She didn't seem to be making any move to go, and he couldn't say he could be arsed himself. What was she waiting for, him to get up and offer her his hand so she could use him as a lever to get up? Not bloody likely. He liked her, and sure, sometimes he'd act gentlemanly, but she could bloody well get up herself. Instead, he settled down, shifted a little, and leant a head on her shoulder. ”Yeah?” he asked, making himself comfortable and wondering if she was going to shrug him off. ”Shall we get going then?”

[Kate Miller]

”There isn’t any. That’s sort of the point,” she said as she watched his fingers make their way up her arm – an involuntary shiver ran down her spine. She found herself being guided closer. She looked at him as he looked away and swallowed on nothing, hard. Scrunching her eyes together as she did. Once she opened them she saw him looking back round again. ”Life may be less interesting, but it’s a hell of a lot safer,” she cleared her throat slightly, shifting in her seat.

”Can’t say I fancy it much either,” she didn’t move when he sat again, she couldn’t find it in herself to move. When he didn’t look to set to go either she didn’t make much more of an effort to move any further. Sure she wanted to go to the market, and she wanted to spend more time with him, but going to the market meant moving, and she was fed up with always having to do something. She was never allowed to just sit there at home. She always had to be working. Looking after her sisters, tidying, collecting water. About the only thing she didn’t do, was nothing.

”Going,” she repeated through a stifled yawn, ”Probably,”, she put her hand over her mouth and allowed the intake of air to pass through her fingers. Stretching a little, letting out a small sighed scream. Blinking a few times and running her short fingers through her hair she smiled up at the outlaw next to her. ”Okay,” she swivelled in her seat away from Allan, and placed her hand on the dirt ridden roots behind her, pulling herself up out of her seat and into the canopied forest.

Right then, she thought to herself looking around a few more times, one final check for guards that she knew were no where to be seen, Gotham.