day 10, midday, inner gardens [now closed to new threads atm]

[virulentvexation]

[ guess who spent the better part of the morning catching innocent little critters in the inner gardens?

THIS GIRL.

oh, but this was not a one-morning event. this morning was the fruition of several days-worth of labor in crafting make-shift traps using pilfered components from throughout the manor. see, the hydra realized that while she was quite adept at catching beasts, she was less adept at catching them without inflicting injury ... or death.

she kind of needed them alive and preferably uninjured for their intended purpose.

over the past few days, a few sharp eyes may have noticed a tassel from a pillow in the master bedroom or a cloth napkin and a wine glass from the dining hall missing, or the hydra snagging a candle from the lounge (and returning twice because the flame went out before she reached the gardens before exasperatingly realizing she ought to just bring what she wanted sealed to the lounge instead).

but now!!

now, she has two birds, a gecko, a frog, and a turtle in her possession - all alive! the birds are contained in a basket weaved from strips of leaves, and the gecko, frog and turtle are in an overturned wine glass.

this time, she has managed to bring back a lit candle, and god so help her if it goes out, there will be wrath. or a hissed expletive, but wrath sounds more intimidating.

currently, she is sitting with her bounty in front of her, including the three bottles she jacked from the hidden compartment in the hearth room, and holding the neck of the pyramid-shaped bottle close to the candle's flame. she's trying to loosen the seal so the bottle can be opened because damn those lids are screwed on tight. ]



[ ooc: i'm cool w/action or prose! ]

ITP: Witty name to be added; Day 10; Mid-day; The Inner Gardens

[planted_blade]

Honor, duty, chivalry, and those who were supposed to uphold such values. In her mind's eye she could see it, an army of men--of knights--in gleaming armor, swearing fealty to their cause. One that was just. One through which they would make their nation safe for the unfortunates, the outcasts, the rich and poor alike. Through their hard work and dedication, they would bring peace to the land and make it into Avalon something to be proud of.

Even if this goal would take a lifetime. She would not turn her back on it, never stray, not so long as it is the right path to take.

It was with this image in her mind that suddenly the sword became aware of herself. In one moment she had simply bee and content that way, but now?

Now she had a goal, a purpose, something to act on when it came to herself rather than as a tool. This was no nation--whatever that was--but if there were people here who needed help, she would help them. What good was a being such as herself if she did not do so?

She took up the blade near her, the one she recognized as herself. How strange it was to be the wielder instead of the wielded, but that was all right. There was nothing incongruous about it to her. She was a blade, nothing more and nothing less, but that vision of the men around the table left her with a desire to be so much more. What good was a sword if it just sat on a wall gathering dust? What good was a tool if left to rust?

And she began to stalk the halls, to get a basic lay of the land. Every person she came across she'd point her sword--herself--at them and demand of them:

"You there. What is your purpose here?"

Because they were unfamiliar to her and if she was to protect the people here, she would need to find out as much as she could.

(ooc: Info here since I haven't had time to edit proper icons for this journal yet)