Browser's Paradise [Allan]

[Lady Evelyn of Locksley]

There was too much to look at in the town at once. The bright cloths arranged on stall tables, merchants hawking their fares, the smell of fresh bread wafting across the alleys. It kept her distracted from thoughts that might have been otherwise unpleasant. Court life was tiring, especially when one was lying left and right. In the town, among the villagers, she could breathe.

Moving away from a table of pasties Evelyn caught sight of a familiar nobleman. To her surprise, she felt a blush tint her cheeks. Lord Brandon was standing not too far from her, and she couldn't help but approach him. After meeting him at one of the Sheriff's parties, she had been unable to keep him out of her mind. Cliched, she knew. But he wasn't like the other nobles of court; he didn't see her as a disgraced little girl.

"Hello, my lord," she greeted him, smiling as she paused before him. She adjusted the folds of her cloak, glad to socialize with someone other than the two-faced courtiers.

[Allan A'Dayle]

Allan A'Dayle

------Oh the city! What a wonderful place it was! The hustle and bustle of the people was something that never failed to put Allan in the best of moods. Then again, there was very little that had the potential to dampen his mood. Today what had brought him to the city was just the casualness of the day. Though he was meant to remain inconspicuous, which was easy enough given the tremendous crowd on this wonderful day, he still cherished such ventures. The feast had not been too long ago, and Allan had still found himself to be in quite a dream like state from being in the presence of good food, good wine and good women! Or well, high class women. No, even that was wrong: woman. For there was one in particular that he had spent majority of his evening with. While he liked meeting others, and as he had thought back then 'making his rounds' she had been most endearing and he found himself enthralled. It was not only her beauty, though she most exquisite... but it had been the natural ease of being in her company.

------While Allan enjoyed making others feel comfortable, as it was not difficult, it had been... different with her. He was not a man so easily smitten, though perhaps it was due to the fact that she was a noblewoman. And the last time he had conversed with such an elegant figure was... well, right before he was outlawed. It was as if the stars had heard the thoughts in his heart, for he heard an all too familiar voice... and there she was. His back was turned to her for only a moment, and he took advantage of this by looking up to the sky, and silently mouthing the words Thank You to God. A large smile formed on his lips and he spun around to see her. The very woman who had captured his thoughts, and always his attention. "My Lady," he greeted as he smoothly took her hand in his and kissed the back of it. "What a wonderful coincidence that we both happen to be in the same place, at the same time. It seems to have been fated to be so," he said, not at all subtle in his flirtations. And why should he be? It was not as if he had tried to be too subtle in their last conversation.

[Lady Evelyn of Locksley]

Evelyn couldn't help but smile at his flowery words. They had been what had caught her attention at their first meeting. Had someone else spoke the same way to her she might have thought them petty and untruthful. But with Brandon, or rather Allan, the speeches made a flush grace her cheeks. She felt a tingle run up her arm as he pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. His lips felt so warm upon her skin....

Evie knew that she shouldn't still be talking to him, knowing who he truly was: an outlaw. He was one of her brother's men, part of his inner circle by the looks of it. He didn't seem to be the ruthless type that made up the rest of the group. He was charming, and she liked the chance to talk to someone other than her mother and Marian. Or worse, Gysbourne. She was afraid to tell him that she knew who he was, for fear that he wouldn't speak to her again. Her brother's reaction might be enough to scare him off.

She quickly tried to gather her thoughts. "It seems that I've broken a lute string," she explained, allowing her hand to return to her side despite her wish that he would continue to hold it. But no, that would be unseemly. "I was just on my way to purchase it's replacement. It is my lute that you must thank for our meeting."

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