I am the eyes in the night

Osanne Giflblentyn. Lady. Vigilante.

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ladyofthefountain:

Laudine blinked in surprise; not many people had heard of her home here beyond vague stories or rumours. She couldn’t help smiling, amused at the other lady’s childlike eagerness. “Yes, I do,” she nodded. “There is a fountain, and its water have magical properties, yes, but it is not quite so powerful as to bring anyone back from the dead. I am its guardian, in fact.”

“No, you’re not!” Osanne exclaimed, immediately remembering her manners. “Forgive me! I mean, are you serious? I always thought it would be guarded by fairies or some mythical creatures... Unless you are one? Not that it’s any of my business... Lady Osanne of Lindinis, my lady. Your Highness. I, um,” Osanne dipped in a curtsy. "I should just stop talking. Sorry.” The girl bit on her lip, looking at her shoes in slight embarrassment, but her face was still beaming with excitement.

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ladyofthefountain:

“It’s alright.” Laudine didn’t recognise the woman, but from her clothes and bearing she was clearly a lady of the court rather than a servant. Smiling slightly at the description, she gestured for her to come inside. “It is from my homeland, Broceliande.”

Osanne found the name familiar but had to dig deep in her memory before recalling where she heard it before. “You come from the ancient woodland?” she gasped excitedly. “My mother used to tell me stories about it; she claimed to have visited it once but I always thought they were just stories... Is it true that there is a magical fountain that can cure any illness and bring the dead back to life there? Have you ever seen it?” The girl forgot about her shyness immediately, excited by where her curiousness brought her. 

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ladyofthefountain:

Pulling a shawl around her shoulders to protect her from the chill, Laudine crossed to gaze out the window as she enjoyed the scent of the incense filling the room. It was comforting to have even this little touch of home, especially when the last few weeks had been full of so much emotional upheaval. 

With Lunete having returned to Broceliande for a while, she had no one she felt close enough with to talk about the slow reconciliation with Yvain. Ironically, she found herself missing Esclados, her first husband; though theirs had been a political match, not a love one, he had always been a good friend to her and offered sound advice. 

A knock on the door was a welcome distraction from her thoughts. She glanced over her shoulder and called out, “Come in.”

Osanne peaked into the room almost as if she was afraid of what she might find inside. “Forgive me,” she said, noticing the woman who was standing by the window. “But the smell coming from here feels almost enchanting...” She didn’t know the woman but she didn’t look like a sorceress to Osanne. “What is the land of origin of this scent, if you don’t mind me asking?”

[ladyofthefountain]

Being so far from home for so long was difficult; much as she had come to like Camelot, Laudine still missed Broceliande. She missed the forest that stretched away as far as the eye could see, filled with so many colours, she missed her city, its pillars and marble so different from the stone buildngs here. She missed the warmth and food, the music that always seemed to fill the halls. She missed everything.

She still had some tokens of her home with her though and, feeling particularly homesick as the cold weather began to set in, she went through her belonging until she found the wrapped parcel of incense sticks she had brought with her. Setting up a dish, she set them inside and used a small piece of flint to set a spark that began slowly burning.

As the smoke spiralled upwards she closed her eyes and breathed it in; the warm, familiar scent was comforting and a small smile touched her lips as she began to relax.

[vigilantosanne]

Osanne was walking down the corridor when a strange smell caught her attention. Usually she would probably just keep going, but this was so new and different, it made her slow down until she eventually stop, looking for the source of the scent. 

She realised it was coming from behind a door of what was most likely a guest chamber and she knew it would be unwise to try and sneak into someone’s home. Still, it was hard to resist the smell and she found herself reaching for the doorknob before, in the last moment, she collected herself and knocked on the door. She wouldn’t want to raise alarm.

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thecountessinwaiting:

She nodded thoughtfully. “I find it’s best to stay as positive has possible. Else the world would soon wear you down. It’s not always easy but if you can keep smiling, you should. There’s already too much hardship in the world.” She chuckled at Osannes comment. “Well I do love surprising people. I love seeing their reactions.”

“That much is true,” Osane smiled brightly. “Say, would you care to join me in a game or on a walk around the town’s markets? I think we both could use some friendly company.”

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kay-antor:

“Yes, exactly. Thank you.” Kay sighed, and opened the door a fraction to check the hallway. It looked empty. “I should go. Apologies for disturbing you. And arguing with you.” He paused, wondered if he should leave it at that, but keeping quiet had never been one of his strong suits. “I do care, you know. I want to help people. But I also want to make sure this kingdom is still here in ten, fifteen, twenty years to be able to help people.”

Osanne laughed, shaking her head. “I think we are both to blame for the argument, no harm done,” she assured him. “I’m glad you do. It would be bad for us all if the knights of the Round Table didn’t care about the people. But I’m going to hope that - perhaps - there might be someone out there able to help the people right now. You know, while you work on improving the kingdom in the long run,” she added as to not anger him again. She knew she wouldn’t stop what she was doing.

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kay-antor:

“Alright.” Kay had no wish to start another argument with her, but criticism of Arthur was certainly one thing he wouldn’t tolerate. It was a relief to be able to move on. “On becoming a knight, or bothering me for today? I doubt anything will convince him to give up the former. He’ll hopefully give up on me specifically as soon as he finds someone else to annoy.”

Osanne laughed lightly. “Well then, I hope it happens soon. Both of those,” she added sincerely. “We wouldn’t want someone to keep you pointlessly from your work for the kingdom, now would we?”

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thecountessinwaiting:

“You take it correctly. That is precisely the situation I find myself in.” Reyna felt her smile widening as the woman spoke and couldn’t help the giggle she gave. “That’s exactly how I interpreted it as well. When I pointed that out to my aunt, she had a face like thunder. It was all horribly amusing. I’d love to meet the person who coined it and thank them.”

“For someone who clearly hasn’t always had it easy, you have a wonderful outlook on the world,” Osanne smiled appreciatively. “Perhaps one day you will find them and be able to thank them, I bet they would be rather surprised by that,” she chuckled.

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morfyddferchurien:

“To be completely honest I have no idea what the native accent is. I just noticed your voice is a bit different than mine, is all” Morfydd replied, “Camelot is truly a fascinating place, I must say”

Osanne chuckled. “It truly is,” she agreed. “Sometimes you can hear languages so foreign they don’t even write about them in our books around here, it’s amazing. And they all seem to live here in harmony.” While there were other nations whose only aim and intention was to destroy others to their own benefit, she thought,

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kay-antor:

“Who knows? It’s so hard to believe, given how much I drip with charm,” Kay replied in a flat, dry voice. It was an odd thing, being aware of how abrasive he could be and yet despite his best efforts being unable to change it. When he attempted to be more pleasant and agreeable it just came off as awkward and stiff. “Of course I have,” he said immediately. “That’s what he spends most of his days doing.”

Osanne nodded. “Of course he does...” she bit her lip. “I didn’t mean to say he doesn’t do enough or anything...” She felt like everything that she said was somehow wrong. She tried changing the subject. “So, do you think that man,” she motioned towards the door, “is every going to give up?”

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morfyddferchurien:

“I came from Rheged” Morfydd replied, “Is the accent obvious? I’ve heard so many different types of voices while here! There’s so many people here in Camelot. What about you though? Where do you come from?”

"I've never been that far up north," Osanne smiled once remembering her geography lessons. "Well, I sort of got used to people in Camelot mostly not being from Camelot, so I suppose I automatically assume everyone is from somewhere else," she chuckled. "I come from Lindinis, Somerset. Does my accent give me away?" 

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kay-antor:

“Then what is?” Kay asked exasperatedly, no idea what she wanted from him and pettily wanting to point out that she seemed to have no problem disregarding his point. But he bit down on his tongue and took a deep breath, clamping down his anger that after starting the argument she would dismiss it as not mattering and at her simplistic solution. If only it were so easy.

He gave a sort of grunt of acknowledgement, eyebrows flicking up and mouth twisting to one side. “No, not very,” he said, too tired by it all to find it particularly amusing in this moment, though at another time he might have. “But it’s not like I’ve ever been their favourite person, so it didn’t change much.”

"And what could you possibly do to fall out of their favour to begin with?" Osanne raised her eyebrow in amusement. Clearly the man didn't care too much what others thought of him and she could imagine some of the nobles might have an issue with that. "Have you tried talking to the King about this?" she asked with a little shrug. "Surely he could try and convince them."

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thecountessinwaiting:

“Thank you. It’s always nice to know I have friends here.” She tucked a lose strand of hair behind her ear. “Apparently, one or two people have been referring to me as ‘the countess in waiting.’ She told me that quite gleefully thinking it would upset me but, as I say, it simply amused me.”

Osanne couldn't help but to chuckle. "I find the term rather endearing," she pointed out with a smile. "I take it you are a countess by right but also a lady-in-waiting for your aunt, then?" She could put two and two together. "Then, technically, you are sort of waiting to be the countess you rightfully are, so you truly are the countess in waiting. See, it's actually clever." Though she was right this wasn't what they meant, Osanne found the word play amusing and hoped Reyna wouldn't feel offended by her description.

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thecountessinwaiting:

Reyna shrugged. “It depends.Sometimes she can be nice but, more often than not, she seems to forget she’s my aunt. She’s….I think she’s jealous of me and that influences her actions.” She sighed but then smiled. “I do hide from her sometimes but today I’m not. I’ve just come from her. She actually amused me though she had intended to insult me. I guess it backfired.”

“Well, if you ever need to hide from her again, you should seek me out and I’ll help you hide,” Osanne offered. “So what did she say today that amused you though she meant to insult you?” she asked curiously.

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thecountessinwaiting:

Any apprehension she may have had about Osanne’s reaction was alleviated but her words and she nodded in appreciation to the other woman. “And thank you, Lady Osanne, for you understanding. Staying with my aunt is a…challenging…form of sanctuary but a sanctuary nevertheless.” She smiled at her kindly. 

“So I take it you and your aunt don’t get along too well?” Osanne guessed, giving the girl a compassionate smile. “Do I know her? Is she too hard on you?” She lowered her voice. “Are you hiding from her right now?”

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morfyddferchurien:

“I never realized my sense of direction was so poor before I came here” Morfydd said with a laugh, “I’m Morfydd. Thank you for being so kind to me Osanne”

Osanne chuckled. “Please, we need to help each other out, don’t we?” she smiled. “Wonderful to meet you, Morfydd. Where are you from?”