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Writer of The Mark · 12-01-2003, 01:51 PM

Linnea grinned at Madi before they left Ruthven and the two men, who in Linnea's eyes seemed to be in major trouble - more trouble than herself perhaps. Madi looked hopelessly at the girl and muttered:" I don’t lie," he said, protecting himself. Linnea grinned again, but then something made her wipe her little smile off her face. Her father was standing right by the entrance of the Inn, having his hands firmly placed on his hips.

Linnea made a jump, still watching him. Her father was looking around with eyes which could pierce through any crowd. "U-oh," Linnea said silently and uncomfortably. Her heavy breathing got Madi's attention, who understood that this was the girl's father. He started looking desperately in another direction, and luckily both Linnea and Madi could still glimpse Ruthven, only some fifty paces away.

"Come!" Madi bent down and whispered in Linnea's ears. Linnea gave a last look towards her father, who apparently had started looking for someone, someone who was currently 'lost'....

******

"Ruthven, hide us!" Madi demanded, looking nervously over his shoulder.

The old woman turned around and stared oddly at the children, who had followed her, even though she had nicely requested them to go back inside.

"But, Madi," Ruthven started, but was interrupted by the boy, who eagerly continued: "Her father," he exclaimed. Linnea stopped the boy from saying anything more stupid, with a warning look.

Ruthven waited a moment, and sighed before she excused herself, and told the two men to wait for a few moments. She turned her full attention to the children and stared at them strictly. "Unlike you," she said, taking her eyes off Linnea and glancing over at Madi instead. "Children have fathers who care about them and worry when they can't find them," she said with a certain pity in her voice.

Madi too sighed, before Linnea burst out: "But I don't like my father," she said innocently. "Mam" she added. A fierce look appeared in Madi's eyes before he warned the young lady that she was out of character now. Surely, everyone loved their parents, just a bit at least. "Be thankful," he said. Linnea grew red and blushed. "I like my uncle though," she said, feeling a bit better about herself after the strict, but true words from Madi. However, Madi had no idea, what it was like; having a father who was constantly angry.

They heard Aldor and Findur starting a serious discussion, and Ruthven turned to them and muttered:" Children are listening."

The two men nodded, and waited for Ruthven to turn to them and leave the children. "Now, Madi take this girl to her room. Her father is...."

"Linnea!"

Without further notice, a man, who had come out of 'nowhere', grabbed the girl's arm and made her walk. "Whose coat is this?" he asked, taking it roughly off and casting it to the ground. Ruthven bent down and held it up. "This coat is mine," Ruthven said. "I gave it to Linnea, when she was looking for your horses," she added with sympathy in her voice. Madi went over to Ruthven, trying to be invisible from the father's rage.

The words from Ruthven didn't matter obviously, because the father was just about to have another outbreak: "I have had enough of this. All of this! First you take my daughter to watch the fire, which you afterwards cover up with a hopeless and intolerant excuse, and now I catch you and this... this... boy, accompanied by two ruffians, who I saw fighting earlier today!"

Linnea tried to resist her father's firm grip of her arm, but she couldn't help being almost dragged toward the Inn again. Madi and Ruthven watched the girl, having no power at all, over what was happening. Linnea managed to get loose for a moment, and used that moment to wave at Madi and Ruthven. Shortly after, Linnea disappeared around the corner with her father, who was filled with anger.

******

Linnea's horse wasn't found. But her father was indeed tired of this girl and what he believed, was inappropriate behaviour. He decided to leave the Inn immediately after this event, even though this meant leaving without one of the horses.

[ 4:25 PM December 03, 2003: Message edited by: Writer of The Mark ]

12-01-2003, 01:51 PM	#230
Writer of The Mark Pile O'Bones Join Date: Sep 2003 Posts: 10	Linnea grinned at Madi before they left Ruthven and the two men, who in Linnea's eyes seemed to be in major trouble - more trouble than herself perhaps. Madi looked hopelessly at the girl and muttered:" I don’t lie," he said, protecting himself. Linnea grinned again, but then something made her wipe her little smile off her face. Her father was standing right by the entrance of the Inn, having his hands firmly placed on his hips. Linnea made a jump, still watching him. Her father was looking around with eyes which could pierce through any crowd. "U-oh," Linnea said silently and uncomfortably. Her heavy breathing got Madi's attention, who understood that this was the girl's father. He started looking desperately in another direction, and luckily both Linnea and Madi could still glimpse Ruthven, only some fifty paces away. "Come!" Madi bent down and whispered in Linnea's ears. Linnea gave a last look towards her father, who apparently had started looking for someone, someone who was currently 'lost'.... ****** "Ruthven, hide us!" Madi demanded, looking nervously over his shoulder. The old woman turned around and stared oddly at the children, who had followed her, even though she had nicely requested them to go back inside. "But, Madi," Ruthven started, but was interrupted by the boy, who eagerly continued: "Her father," he exclaimed. Linnea stopped the boy from saying anything more stupid, with a warning look. Ruthven waited a moment, and sighed before she excused herself, and told the two men to wait for a few moments. She turned her full attention to the children and stared at them strictly. "Unlike you," she said, taking her eyes off Linnea and glancing over at Madi instead. "Children have fathers who care about them and worry when they can't find them," she said with a certain pity in her voice. Madi too sighed, before Linnea burst out: "But I don't like my father," she said innocently. "Mam" she added. A fierce look appeared in Madi's eyes before he warned the young lady that she was out of character now. Surely, everyone loved their parents, just a bit at least. "Be thankful," he said. Linnea grew red and blushed. "I like my uncle though," she said, feeling a bit better about herself after the strict, but true words from Madi. However, Madi had no idea, what it was like; having a father who was constantly angry. They heard Aldor and Findur starting a serious discussion, and Ruthven turned to them and muttered:" Children are listening." The two men nodded, and waited for Ruthven to turn to them and leave the children. "Now, Madi take this girl to her room. Her father is...." "Linnea!" Without further notice, a man, who had come out of 'nowhere', grabbed the girl's arm and made her walk. "Whose coat is this?" he asked, taking it roughly off and casting it to the ground. Ruthven bent down and held it up. "This coat is mine," Ruthven said. "I gave it to Linnea, when she was looking for your horses," she added with sympathy in her voice. Madi went over to Ruthven, trying to be invisible from the father's rage. The words from Ruthven didn't matter obviously, because the father was just about to have another outbreak: "I have had enough of this. All of this! First you take my daughter to watch the fire, which you afterwards cover up with a hopeless and intolerant excuse, and now I catch you and this... this... boy, accompanied by two ruffians, who I saw fighting earlier today!" Linnea tried to resist her father's firm grip of her arm, but she couldn't help being almost dragged toward the Inn again. Madi and Ruthven watched the girl, having no power at all, over what was happening. Linnea managed to get loose for a moment, and used that moment to wave at Madi and Ruthven. Shortly after, Linnea disappeared around the corner with her father, who was filled with anger. ****** Linnea's horse wasn't found. But her father was indeed tired of this girl and what he believed, was inappropriate behaviour. He decided to leave the Inn immediately after this event, even though this meant leaving without one of the horses. [ 4:25 PM December 03, 2003: Message edited by: Writer of The Mark ]