Ser Ordhan (ordhan) wrote in thedas, @ 2010-10-14 03:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! thread, & 9:45 (5) molioris, @ jill sorrel, @ ordhan wyland |
Around Me Are Familiar Faces
Who: Ordhan Wyland, Jill Sorrel
Where: G3's camp
When: 9:45, morning 24 Molioris
Summary: Ordhan tries to place where he has seen Jill before--or if he has.
Rating: E (most likely)
With all that lay in wait for the company, both trials of diplomacy and the threat of deadly enemies, and with all that the past few days had seen, it was surprising that anything other than these things could be on Ordhan's mind. But, somehow, beneath whatever matter occupied his thoughts was a quiet nagging, the idle tug of a memory half-formed, with no name or context to its shape.
It didn't quite bother him, but it was enough to make him pause whenever it struck again. It took the knight over a day to realize that it happened most often at the sight of the messenger woman who had joined their company. Her name stood out to him no more than any other, though he did not dismiss the chance he had heard it before and simply forgotten. The knight was not old, but his travels had taken him across many miles and had crossed his path with hundreds of others'. It was no small wonder that fate had taken so many of those left behind long ago back into his present--Lillian, Lalin, even Cormac, as brief as his connection had been--yet it would be no surprise if one less entrenched in his mind had joined them without his realizing it.
Now, as Azabeth's captor, Ordhan had made himself all but a recluse. She had many friends among their company, and it was easy to assume the witty redhead had already endeared herself to the rest. They would not look fondly on her jailer. This was a petty matter to break his self-imposed silence for, but he knew the thought would not go away now that it had taken hold--and of all the matters that plagued his thoughts, this was the only one easily resolved.
The morning found only some of the camp to be early risers. Jill seemed alone for the moment; Lillian had quickly befriended her, as was her gift, but she sat aside speaking to Conlan. It was as good an opportunity as any.
"Excuse me, miss," Ordhan addressed her, formality as ever a mask for his hesitance, "Forgive me if this seems untoward, but you seem very familiar. I may be wrong," he added, a touch of uncertainty showing despite his efforts.