|i_nightwatch (i_nightwatch) wrote in we_coexist,|
@ 2009-07-22 00:16:00
|Entry tags:||guy of gisborne, lady marian|
..and he took my horse (Marian goes to Market - Open/Guy?)
Marian had been sluggish to get out of bed that morning, the coy call of such softness was too much temptation. She could see how this place would lure people to sleep all day. Of course that wouldn't do at all, so eventually she dragged herself out of bed and after a refreshing wash, she dressed. Not overly concerned with her hair she left it down rather that twisting it back to hide the short cut of her punishment.
A few minutes gave her time to eat and she setout to the street. She needed to find a better place to keep her horse than simply tethered in front of her home. Horses needed room to move and be horses. Much to her startled amazement there was no chestnut equine waiting for her outside, had her horse been vanished away like robin's cave? Marian hurried back in and threw the door open to Robin's dwelling, fearing the same had happened to him.
No sign of him but a rumpled bed and one used cup. The place was still furnished but no one was home. What did this mean? Of course...it meant he'd taken her horse. The door slammed rather solidly behind her as Marian left Locksley's apartment and once more set off down the street. He could have asked her! Not like she would have refused him, but she would have insisted on going with him certainly. And why should she? But to take her horse? Without permission? Without even the courtesy of asking? That was thievery!
A dark scowl crossed her fair face, warm summer breeze toying with the short dark lengths of her hair. Marian was not even sure where she was walking to but she assumed like all else here she would know when she arrived. Around the next corner she found her answer.
The market stretched on as far as she could see. Booths and vendors with all manner of foods stocked their displays and talked to each other or their customers. The rich yeasty smell of fresh baked bread hit her and make her weak in the knees. A basket was pressed into her hand by a helpful older woman and Marian began to wind her way through the stands, looking at the most delicious, fresh and blemish free fruits and vegetables she'd ever seen! This was a pleasant distraction to say the least.