Oh Merida, how you’ve grown lmao came into your witch powers I see
Put one of these in my askbox to see how my Muse reacts.
"I love you."
"I hate you."
"You’re dead to me."
"I trust you."
"I’m pregnant with your baby."
"I never really loved you."
"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."
Going through some sort of really bad muse block for some reason and it was starting to affect my muse for Arista, so I had to let go of Merida in DWRP. Hopefully I’ll get my muse for Merida back one day, but as for now I’m quite content in the group with Arista.
Every Maze and Twist and Bend (closed)
"We are … Well we were at least." He frowned, not really sure how to explain it. To him it seemed obvious, Eilonwy was a princess and he was an assistant pig-keeper so they couldn’t be anything more than that. Not that he was all to sure what that more was. Besides a name meant so much more in Prydain and he didn’t have one, not a true one anyway.
"As for Gurgi," He wrinkled his nose trying to think of a way to describe the creature. "I’m not even sure what Gurgi is exactly, almost as if something was part human and part dog if you can imagine it… . And I can climb a mountain just fine. You don’t need to worry about that."
“Were?” The princess questioned as she looked towards the stable help. She didn’t know much about Taran’s past other than what he was doing now, which was assisting in the stables next to the castle here in Scotland. “Dae ye think yer no’ goin’ tae be friends anymore?”
She wrinkled her brow and gave a small chuckle. “Ye dinnae even ken whit yer friend is?” Merida questioned through her chuckle. She couldn’t help it, it was just strange for her. “Part human, part dog…” She scrunched up her face. “No ah dinnae think ah could imagine tha’.”
Merida beamed; “Oh! Alrigh’ then! We can climb the mountain,” She looked towards Angus before considering if they should have taken the horse with them. “Hmm… we can go by foot.” There was doubt that Angus would want to go all that way with them.
Greetings from Luxembourg/Duke and Merida
His ears twitched to the sound of a female voice, and turned up to see a mop of bright red hair and pale skin on-top of a large, hulking black horse (what a fascinating species! He couldn’t wait to see it up-close and in person). His sharp ears could pick up upon her voice, but he was sure that his men wasn’t able to properly hear her. The Duke waved his outstretched arm, and called out in the loudest voice he could muster:
"Hello to you, too!"
He wondered if should could have heard him, after all, the wind was blowing from behind him, so perhaps it also carried the sound of his voice. Juliet gave a snort, sniffing in all the new scent around her. But she was tired, and desperately wanted something to drink (and maybe eat). Theodore gave his fine Breton a stroke on the neck, calming and soothing her as best as he could.
"We’re almost there," he said to her in a soft tone.
Turning to his men, he called to them: “Keep it up, lads, we’re almost there.”
A few of his men waved to him, others nodded, but all had heard. He nudged his horse along until he was side by side with this young lady. The horse was a Clydesdale! Goodness, what a beautiful creature he had just laid eyes upon! Tipping his hat to her, he gave her a warm smile and a bow of his head.
"A pleasure to meet you, mademoiselle," he stated as his men started to gather behind him. "And, yes, we are going to DunBroch—I am assuming that is what you meant by ‘Kingdom.’"
Juliet looked at the large, black horse next to her, and bravely nudged her nose against his, inhaling his scent and retaining it. Theodore gently patted his Breton’s neck, and continued to smile at the young woman.
"And thank you, that would be nice."
The man that had been leading them approached the redhead’s side, gave a bow of his head, and he and his horse galloped away. He had served his use, but the Duke made sure to call out a “thank you” before turning back to the young, cute redhead.
"And you are whom, mademoiselle?"
They were a strange sight that was certain.
Merida had never seen such attire before. It was a far way away from the tartan and dresses that she was used to seeing on a daily basis. She couldn’t hide the fact that she was quite startled – but her eyes just roamed over him, and the men behind him, before settling on the Grand Duke once again.
So he was heading towards the Kingdom? Well let’s just hope that he wasn’t hoping to talk to her parents. She wondered what they would think right now, all the way at Clan MacIntosh, if she had to deal with official business. She would assume that for the way this man was dressed.
“Aye, tha’s oor Kingdom.” She nodded her head with a hand moving to push back her mop of red curls. Merida’s blue eyes looked at the large Clydesdale she was perched upon, seeing the curious glint in his eye as he made sure that he was standing tall and royal. Angus was such as how off at times, but she could only roll her eyes and shake her head. Daft lad.
Her attention was soon taken by the grand looking man. “Ah’m Princess Merida, first born descendent o’ the clan Dunbroch.” Oh how she loved her title.
Now looking over the man, Merida could only hope that she wasn’t going to surprise anyone. She knew that she didn’t look like any normal princess. It was something that Queen Elinor hated. She hated that she let her hair wildly hang free and she hated that she altered her dresses. Normally Merida would spend her nights taking the shoulders and elbows out of her dresses so they weren’t so constricting on her body when she was performing her archery.
Tilting her head to the side, curls springing from her shoulders and down her back. “An’ who are ye?” Merida smiled brightly, showing her freckled dimples. All that Merida wanted was to help – but if this was going to turn into some sort of royal meeting then Merida guessed that she could do it. She could hold the meeting; arrange whatever had to be arranged. She could show her mother that she could be of use, even if she didn’t act like a prim and proper princess.
“Are ye goin’ tae the castle or dae ye hae other business?”
For all she knew he would be wanting to see the blacksmith, or they could be wanting to spend a night in an inn or go for a drink in the pub. Given the amount of people with him and the way the horses were covered in their protective armour gave Merida the impression her first opinion was correct.