you are mouse, i am cat, lets play trap <-- kate

[Katherine Seton]

A B I G A I L ;;

Kate watched Yasmin first remove the bands on her head, and then dirty herself up as well. She was frowning, as she didn't like the idea of someone covering up what they truly were, but it seemed nessesary for what they were about to do. She gave her comrade a little smile, as if trying to give her some strength, and then grabbed her hand and turned into another child entirely.

If Kate wasn't naturally a curious child, Abigail certainly was. Abby looked around the town thoughtfully, keeping her eyes away from anyone who looked at her or her sister, but generally sweeping over the place. It was cute in it's own way, but the Kate side of Abigail liked her larger home with pretty things on the windows, not grudgy children and dirt. Abigail clung to Roseline's hand firmly, a bit nervous about the world around her, but as they passed through the town and no one tried to stop them, she gradually became less tense and more interested.

Abigail's eyes went to the small inn where they would reside for the night, and she nodded at it. Once again... it wasn't to Kate's liking, but Abigail would make sure that it would do. Besides, she was doing this not only for herself, but for Yasmin/Roseline as well. She couldn't let her down, even if Kate was used to higher standards.

Once in the store, Abigail let loose of Roseline's hand only after she asked if there was anything she liked. Her eyes hadn't even skimmed the dresses yet, but now they took in everything. Immediately her attention went to the dresses with some patterns, the ones that were fancy for the standard of a small down, but rags to Kate. If she was going to slum it with Yasmin, she intended to do so in some sort of style.

She traced her fingers along the fabric, keeping in mind that her sister was buying, and surely wouldn't have enough to support everything she wanted. Abby finally settled on a plain blue dress, one that was suitable for travelling in, but also looked comfortable. She wouldn't stand out more then anyone else, and it actually matched her tastes. Abigail pulled the dress off to the side, and held it up to Roseline.

"Do you think this will do, Rose?" Abigail asked, holding up to her small frame and placing Yasmin's fur on the counter beside her. She swung around in it, her formerly glorious dress swaying against the new one. She glanced back, looking for the shop owner to confirm how she looked in it. She also hadn't looked anywhere near the price tag, but that was more in Kate's nature then Abigails. Even as a new person, old habits died hard.

[yasmin]

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Yasmin waited patiently for Kate to choose some sort of dress. Rather out of character for Rosaline, but Yasmin couldn't quite care about a price tag. Being a minion of the White Witch's sure had a bit of an advantage... Yasmin didn't exactly walk around with nothing when it came down to money, she was well-off for the moment. And as Yasmin noticed the dress Abby had decided on, it was quite obvious the two sisters would exactly be poor. The dress would do well in a middle-class family, so Yasmin observed. Much to her dismay though, it meant having to walk around in those difficult clothes as well.

If they were going to pretend to be sisters they had to resemble each other a bit, and that meant in clothing-style as well. Instantly, Rosaline started to glance over the same rays of dresses, trying to look for something that seemed familiar yet wasn't completely the same as Abigail's dress.

"Do you think this will do, Rose?"

"It's perfect, Abby," Rosaline said, stifling a giggle as her sister spun around in the dress. Perhaps the two of them would be able to pull off this little act just fine, without any trouble, as Yasmin had to give it to young Kate, she was a fine liar... or well, actress, to word it in a more nice manner. Yasmin's eyes though soon swept back to the dresses, and she skimmed them for anything that would fit her yet was to her personal taste.

Yasmin smiled as she pulled out a deep red dress, elegant and a bit reserved, yet still up to the standards for a young woman that had grown. The color, a deep red, was a color that matched Yasmin well. It suited her dark brown locks and brought out her two sapphire pools as if they were pretty diamonds. Rosaline mimicked her sister, but perhaps in a bit less of a childish manner, by holding up the dress against her form, looking herself up and down as much as she could before turning to Abigail, a curious look upon her features as she wanted to know what Abigail thought of it.

"I think we'll go with these," Rosaline nodded as the shop owner returned. The old woman offered them a friendly smile as she ushered them to come to the counter. Rosaline pushed her sister forward a bit, motioning for the younger girl to follow the old lady whilst Rosaline followed suit, grabbing the fur before it would be forgotten, stopping along the way to the counter just a moment. Her eyes lingered upon other furs, some larger than the other and in various colors, with a swift movement she got hold of a golden brown colored fur. It would suit the red she'd be wearing way better than the gray fur she already had, which in turn would suit the Abby's blue better.

Hands packed with various things, Rosaline arrived at the counter, smiling at Abigail before placing her dress and the fur on the counter, keeping the gray fur in her hands before suggesting that Abigail placed her dress there as well. Next thing she knew though, her eyes landed on several ribbons, and carelessly put them on top of the clothes they were already buying.

"We're lucky father trusted us with this much," Rosaline tried to cover up the fact they were buying quite a lot of things before getting out a few golden coins as the lady mentioned the price. With a mere smile, Rosaline took their purchased items and held out a hand for Abby to take before setting off and returning to the small inn Yasmin had mentioned earlier. It wasn't exactly the fanciest place around but it'd have to do if they wanted some decent meals in the nearby future. Not that Yasmin was much lower on her coins now, but just to be sure.

After paying some grumpy man for a room, Rosaline guided her younger sister up to their room. They should get changed first and look proper and a bit alike before they could go down and eat something. After all, the quicker they looked alike and matched each other, the quicker people would suck their little lies.
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[Katherine Seton]

A B I G A I L ;;

Abigail beamed at Rosaline when she confirmed her choice was excellent, and she looked down at the dress again. Abby held it and waited patiently as Rosaline skimmed the remaining dresses and selected a dark red one. She nodded her head fiercely when Rosaline eyed her, though Kate thought Yasmin looked better with her pretty patterns and head bands. Still, red suited her, and when Roseline turned away to look at the furs, Kate mimicked her movements with the dress, trying to stare at it in the grown up way.

She caught the old woman staring at her with a half smile, and flushed, turning away shyly. Kate found the woman's curiousity to be somewhat impertienant, but tolerable, but Abigail was shy of the strange friendly woman, and inched away from her. As Rosaline went to the counter, Abigail followed suit, one hand on her dress and the other protecting her small sack. She watched her sister grab the fur. It was a pretty thing, but instantly she realized she was missing something. Her heart started to flutter until she noticed Yasmin's gray fur was tucked safely under her arm. Mortified that she had forgotten it, the girl downcast her eyes... until Rosaline spoke.

"We're lucky father trusted us with this much." Her sibling said, and, still in a shy mood, Abigail retorted "He certainly spoils us." She let her eyes go to the shopkeeper quickly, offered a sweet and rather adorable smile, and then let herself be led out by Rosaline. Once Kate has escaped the store, she carefully skimmed over her dress, and held tightly to Yasmin before they entered the inn and she changed her personality again for the brief seconds they were around the inn keeper.

Kate waited until the door was shut, bolted it herself, and then sat down on the bed and beamed at Yasmin. "That was fun! Thank you for the dress!" She said with excitement, but she was careful not to mention Yasmin's name. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to fully break into her normal self or not. In the mean time she nodded her head again at Yasmin's dress, and held up her own. She placed her own little sack carelessly on the bed and let her gaze fall around the room.

It was small, but Kate had expected that. For a child raised in relative priviledge, it was quite a step down, but she knew she would rather be here then be dead somewhere. The adventure to the town and being Abigail instead of Kate had forced her mind elsewhere for the time being, away from her family. Though normally her mother helped her with her dresses, as they were elaborate and expensive things, Kate could tell that this was a fair simpler one. She could manage this on her own.

Her eyes flickered to Yasmin once, and she moved to a corner, facing it as she nervously and quickly changed from her tattered gown into a more suitable dress. The blue seemed to suit her perfectly, even more so then the light green hue of her more expensive ruined attire. It brought out some hidden tones of blue in her eyes, and for wearing something she wasn't used to, Kate looked somewhat pretty, and even grown up, rather then a small doll dressed in her mother's evening wear.

She, of course, didn't think about this. Though Kate would have demanded a mirror at home, she simply looked down at herself, and mimicked what Yasmin had done in the store. She spun around once, eying the angle of the dress and how it fell on her body, and then looked at her companion. "It's very comfortable." She said, surprised. She started to play with her hair, combing her fingers through it until it somewhat resembled hair again instead of strange twigs growing outside of her head.

Suddenly, in a burst of energy, Kate rushed forward and flung her arms around Yasmin. The amount of affection shown would have utterly astonished her parents, who were not used to having their child take to a stranger. "Thank you..." she lowered her voice to a whisper, "Yasmin. For taking me here." And the child truly was greatful, for though she was in a modest dress in a small and a bit dirty inn, she felt safe and content. She could have been with her parents, who at this point could have even been dead, or lost in the woods. She was grateful to this tall stranger.

And yet, after her sudden hug, Kate pulled away. She disliked her own displays of affection, for she felt foolish and childish after them, and turned away to brush of her dress. In doing so, she hid her burning cheeks. "Do you need help with your dress?" She inquired, still turned away.

I can't remember if it was Rosaline or Roseline. Whatev. :] I do lovvveee my Kate! I'm not going to make this easy on you.. or Yas. But if you need to, Rilly can still pop in eventually.

[yasmin]

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what comprehension is left
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"That was fun! Thank you for the dress!"

Yasmin turned from what she was doing, dropping her dress on the bed and smiling at Abigail, who had turned back into Kate. Some form of rest overwhelmed her at the very moment. She couldn't recognize the feeling she was going through. It felt warm and cuddly, yet at the same time, it managed to frighten Yasmin's very existence. She was content, happy, pleased and it frightened her for usually, she rarely showed signs of happiness... or of human feelings in the first place.

Yasmin turned her attention to her dress once more, now carelessly thrown on the bed. Taking it in both of her hands, she studied the deep red dress for a while. This was, in a certain way, ... low for her standards. A dress was not something Yasmin enjoyed wearing. They were not handy and most of the times they covered her backs, hiding her wings from her, which the young siren hated. And if Yasmin had to find a proper dress that revealed her back, she would have to search for ages. Hence why Yasmin rarely ever wore any dresses and hated to wear them in the first place.

On top of it all, due to her unfamiliarity with dresses, Yasmin did not know how to manage putting one on, well, she knew how to put them on but how to get her tangled up in the mess of cloth by herself without any help, was a skill only Yasmin had mastered at an early age when her father had bought her a more expensive dress at the early age of nine and had told her she could do it herself if she wanted to. In the end, her father's love had ended up getting Yasmin in the dress properly.

It was funny how one stupid dress could bring back memories from her childhood, even if they had no effect at all on the siren. She merely blinked before scanning over the room for Kate, finding her in a corner putting on her dress. Yasmin smirked slightly. The girl was ashamed! How adorable was that! Yasmin shook her head lightly before deciding it'd be best if she too got into that horrible dress. An odd stare was given to the dress before she too took off her clothes and changed into the dress... well tried to really.

She was almost finished when she found herself not being able to close it, giving a small scoff in annoyance.

"It's very comfortable."

Yasmin turned to Kate once more, smiling widely. In all honesty, she couldn't quite agree with the young girl. Dresses were anything but comfortable, but then again, Yasmin had not grown up a lady and Kate was nowhere near being a siren. By now, the dress hung onto her shoulders loosely for the siren could not manage how to close the dress. It was then that Kate caught Yasmin by surprise, lunging at her before wrapping her arms around Yasmin. Yasmin's smile widened, subconsciously, as she too wrapped her arms around dear little Kate.

Mellow as it may have sounded to any other siren ear, Yasmin would not disagree to having a travel-buddy like Kate... But truth was harsh and the truth was that Kate did not get to stay, Kate would get locked up in the deepest of dungeons, tortured and being given little food. Why exactly did she just lost her breath out of shock at the sudden thought of an even skinnier Kate, dirty and crying in one of the dungeons?

"Not a problem, Kate," Yasmin smiled, letting go of Kate as the girl released her grip.

And as Kate offered help on her dress, Yasmin nodded, turning toward the young girl and waiting for her to help get this dress closed and tight to her body.

"We can go downstairs to eat after this," Yasmin mentioned.
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[Katherine Seton]

K A T E ;;

Even at her age, Kate found Yasmin amusing. She was still in the process of learning about lifestyles other then her own, and the very idea that a grown woman (for Kate certainly regarded her as such) couldn't close her own dress was laughable. Then again, Kate was also unaware of how the girl had grown up, which certainly rivaled her own family history. She was careful to avoid her eyes from Yasmin changing until it was mostly up, and then hugged her.

Her hands quickly and easily closed the dress, and when Kate was finished she circled around Yasmin and nodded her head quickly. "It looks good on you. I have a dress at home that would be even better..." She stopped herself from going to far down that path. All thought the dress she was thinking of was probably unharmed, that lead to images of her family... and well, Kate wasn't ready to accept reality. She was still a child, and she was determined to be in denial until she knew the truth, and even then denial may push on.

"That sounds heavenly."

Kate said, all though she didn't sound completely sure of it. Her stomach did gurgle at that exact moment, but such a child was used to dining on only the finest meals, second in quality only to the King. Such an inn would certainly not serve up such wonders, though they may be able to have something edible. Her face contorted and she was lost in thought, but pushed through and took Yasmin's hand.

"As long as they have some sort of protein... even cheese would do. We have to prepare for tomorrow's walk! Perhaps they'll have canteens..."

Kate was again lost in her world of being on the verge of adulthood. "If it's too much further ahead we ought to look into that..." She opened the door for herself and her companion, and skirted downstairs. Her eyes flickered to the rather distant and bored looking man who had lead them to their room, and she instantly grew shy and uncertain. Her change in her demeanor was obvious, for suddenly her hand clenched tightly around Yasmin's, and her eyes were wide and wary.

The woman in the dress store had been one thing, but an inn full of men was another. Kate was used to accompanying her brother or her father into rooms of men and women, but never a single girl not too much older then herself, and into a room of dirty rather poor and strange men. Her alarm senses went off, and her pupils seemed to widen and almost take over her eyes. She glanced around, still trying to act as though she were Abigail and not Kate, but it was much more difficult when a rather large and somewhat drunk man let out a booming laugh across the room.

So, like all children, Kate turned her attention elsewhere, to safer waters. "Come on, Rosaline. I could eat a horse!" She said, though part of Kate wanted to run back up to her room and starve until they left the next day. Her eyes had settled on the large man with a huge belly and a tankard of ale, and though she seemed reluctant to look at him, it was also obvious she couldn't tear her gaze away. Kate was like a mouse going into a den of cats, not entirely sure where to look or how to behave so she wasn't eaten alive. Even at twelve, she had heard horror stories.

Meeh, that post was a bit iffy. But i do think Kate would be a bit... erm... -hide- in such a situation.

[yasmin]

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"It looks good on you. I have a dress at home that would be even better..."

At this Yasmin frowned again, the suffocating fright of becoming someone's pet closing in on her once more. Yasmin didn't want a dress. Yasmin didn't need no home. Yasmin didn't want to be caged. She didn't want to be given a collar and a leash. She didn't want to become wannabe-human. She didn't want anything from what people offered her. No, what she wanted - what she needed - was the open sky and to spread her wings.

The woods would nurture her and take care of her. She would be just fine. Yasmin knew she was overreacting though, after all, there was no way Kate would have meant to upset her, nor treat her like a possible pet. Besides, Yasmin simply didn't feel comfortable in a dress. So instead of getting just a tad bit riled up, Yasmin took deep breaths, hoping they'd go unnoticed, trying to banish the feeling of fright and filling it with her usual calm, serene reasoning.

Yasmin worried a little the food may not be to little Kate's liking, after all, if the girl really was the niece of King Raoul of Archenland, there was no possible way she would be just fine eating some random, farmer stew. But, much to Yasmin's stubborn nature, it was all the girl would get tonight. Some fresh stew, made by the cook at the inn. What could be better? Perhaps it was the fact Yasmin had traveled quite a lot now that she had actually gotten used to the taste of the local stew and that she actually, as a matter of fact, liked it.

The girl shook Yasmin from her worries though, taking the girls tanned hand and encouraging Yasmin to go, saying she'd eat it if it had some protein. Well nothing was more full of protein than stew, so Yasmin would make sure the girl ate it. As Kate went ahead and opened the door though, leading the two of them down, Yasmin smiled, once more a genuine smile. It was rare, rarely anyone got a genuine smile out of the coldblooded Yasmin and yet here a little girl was, having gotten at least a dozen out of Yasmin in not even a day's worth time yet.

Yasmin couldn't help feel a little protective over Kate, and as the girl clung onto her hand even tighter, something was awoken within the animal, disguised by her human looks. Warily, she followed Kate's gaze, and pulled the girl a bit closer to her, just in case. For some reason her back got itchy, her wings nagging at her being to be let out and scare her enemies. It was an animal instinct, scaring any predator just in case they felt like attacking. But what did she have to protect? She didn't have anything to loose. And so Yasmin sent a nervous glance in Kate's direction, frowning as she seemed to be lost in thought.

It was that way though that Yasmin noticed Kate was staring at one of the men, she didn't want to draw any attention to the two of them and staring at a stranger was impolite in the first place yet it could get them in trouble as well. It was then that Yasmin was just a tad bit rough, yanking (not overly though) a little at Kate's hand before dragging her to one of the corners of the inn, telling her to sit down and save a seat for Yasmin whilst Yasmin went to go get them some food.
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[Katherine Seton]

K A T E ;;

As Kate felt Yasmin tug her closer, she exhaled in a soft sigh. It was something her mother would have done, and though Kate wasn't completely sure of herself, she did feel a bit better. That didn't stop her eyes from remaining on the man, however, and before long Yasmin had to tug her gaze away from even that. Kate gave her a sheepish smile, and then followed her into the corner.

It was then her alarm went off in her head. Yasmin directed her to remain in the corner, to wait, and Kate tried her best to be Abigail again, but failed dismally. Feelings of abandonment started to overwhelm her, and while she did as she was told, keeping her gaze locked on the wall at the corner, her hands were holding on to the table as if it were the only thing keeping her from falling through the floor. Her heart was racing a million miles per second, and, like a little bird who had hit it's head on the glass, Kate remained perfectly still, as if not moving would make the men not see her.

But the longer time went on as Yasmin was away, the more comfortable Kate became. Even though she was still an uncertain wreck, her muscles gradually untensed and her eyes started to wander again. Unwillingly, they returned to the large man, who had almost certainly caught her staring at him. I've seen him before. Kate thought, trying to look as though she were glancing past him. Where have I seen him before? It was something with her family... and yet, Kate couldn't place him. This worried her a bit, for if he knew who she was and was a foe or a friend, she could be in danger. So could Yasmin.

She managed to tear her gaze away, but not before the man caught her staring at him. His eyes skimmed over her, narrowed, softened, and narrowed again, but he didn't move from his seat. Kate, in the mean time, resumed being a still and lifeless bird. The man was now staring at her as she let her eyes flutter around the room for signs of Yasmin. As he got up, her throat caught in her mouth, and as he started to move towards her her heart began to sputter again.

"Some'in wrong lil miss?"

Asked a rough and rather horrid-smelling voice near her ear. Kate glanced over to find the man staring at her with the same amount of confusion and curiosity she had had towards him. Kate's eyeballs bulged, but, for whatever reason, she made the shift back to Abigail easily. Kate was more confident faced with one known foe rather then hundreds of unknowns.

"I'm quite sorry sir, it's just for a moment I thought you were my dear uncle." Her structure of speech was... perhaps... a bit on the eloquent side, but Kate was trying to relax him, to prove she meant nothing by it. The man blinked once and looked harder at her. "I had rather hoped to see him, but he has been traveling about Narnia for some time." This explanation, paired with a rather sweet if nervous smile on her end, soothed the man's nerves.

"Well, alite." He responded, and then glanced around. "But stop lookin at me." He said with a curt nod. "You should learn some manners."

Kate was unable to hide her wavering lips, so eager to lift into a sneer. Her lips parted to respond in a rather venomous snarl, but she was able to withhold her anger and switch back to the innocent country girl she was supposed to portray. "Quite sorry, sir. My uncle's a bit thinner, now that I think of it." Her eyes sparkled mischievously, but she kept her sincere tone and innocent grin.

The man looked at her once, and responded with his own sneer. "Lil girls like yerself shouldn't be in bars like this 'lone." He said loudly, inviting other trouble in for Kate. But he was not a cruel man, and wouldn't deal with a bratty twelve year old himself, so he walked away and returned to his seat, sipping noisily on his beer. Kate watched him go, feeling both satisfied and bemused. She still wasn't sure where she knew him from, and the fear of strangers was still prominent in her chest. Her eyes hunted for Yasmin once more.

[yasmin]

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And whilst Kate seemed to have gone through her own little adventure, so did Yasmin. Much to Yasmin's dismay the inn seemed to be more crowded than she had witnessed the inn before. It made her nerves go crazy, as she waited at the bar, glancing back in the direction she had come from, hoping to catch a glimpse of Kate yet knowing well enough the girl was too far a distance to see at the moment, ... Besides, the huge crowd blocked the siren's view anyways.

"Can I help you, Missy?"

Yasmin scowled, turning to the bar once more, eyes coming across a young blond maiden that was apparently waiting to take her order. It was in that very moment Yasmin had forgotten to keep up her act though, dropping the facade for just a little while. She didn't like being called 'missy', she didn't liked being called anything but Yasmin, with some exceptions. Slit eyes took the other girl in. Had Yasmin called the girl ugly, she would've been lying. However, the next second there Rosaline was once more, sickly sweet smile replacing the earlier given scowl.

"Is there some stew left?" she asked, giving the barmaid an innocent smile.

"Plenty," was the bored reply.

Yasmin pressed her lips together, taking her time to think whilst she curled a strand of her dark hair around her finger. It'd be best to play the dumb girl, even if Yasmin was quite certain she'd end up hurting this little goose if she didn't stop giving Yasmin attitude.

"Two wealthy portions of stew then, pretty please?" Yasmin asked, blinking. The barmaid turned away from Yasmin again, leaving Yasmin sneakily glaring at the girl. After some time, Yasmin got bored, sighing as she looked around the place once more. Since when had this place become so popular in the first place? Yasmin didn't remember it being this popular the last time she had spent a night in this lonely inn. Her eyes fell upon a cage, not too far away from the bar and instantly it drew her attention, for it was making noise as a matter of fact.

Curious blue eyes inspected the cage as Yasmin drew nearer and nearer, before halting in front of the cage, trying to find the source of the noise. It was a bit of a surprise when her eyes landed upon a red parrot in one of the corners of the cage, humming itself a lonesome lullaby. Pity tugged at her insides, as her fingertips brushed against the metal of the cage before she locked her fingers around the bars, staring at the little red parrot. Pity tugged at her insides for the poor bird. Birds didn't belong in cages.

"Hello there little man," Yasmin smiled sourly, having picked up on the scent of the animal. She wasn't surprised when the parrot came hopping her way, causing her to get a full view of the little beast. Terror smacked a harsh hand across her cheek though, leaving it stinging as Yasmin caught full sight of the parrot. The little beast was starving, and he had been plucking out his own feathers. Compassion soared through her very being as her body was now practically pushed against the small bars, her fingers reaching out, aching to touch her fellow winged friend.

When the parrot finally pushed it's back against Yasmin's finger, Yasmin patted the parrot, not as an act of pity, nor did she do so in the way the owner of a pet did, oh not at all. Yasmin showed compassion, Yasmin showed understanding to the situation the parrot was under. Locked up, barely fed, filthy - not taken good care off. It was this why Yasmin always feared ending up caged as an ordinary bird. And for all Yasmin knew, there would always be people cruel enough to cage a species magical enough as the Sirens. Besides, she had heard plenty of stories...

"Here you go, Miss."

Ahn, that sounded more like it. Yasmin turned from the parrot, looking at the barmaid that had returned with two bowls filled with plenty of soup. The woman didn't look too happy though, yet with the generous forced smile the woman was wearing, Yasmin guessed she must have gotten into a row with her boss. Not that Yasmin cared though, it served the girl right. Yasmin quickly took the tow bowls before setting off on her way back to Kate.

It had been a bit stupid to leave Kate there all by herself, but it would've seemed a bit too strange had Yasmin dragged the girl all the way to the counter. After all, the two of them already attracted enough of attention, they didn't need any more of it. When Yasmin reached the table though, she halted in her steps, taking a good look at the scene from just a few steps away. The man was just leaving and for some unknown reason anger bubbled up within Yasmin as she saw Kate's rather insecure expression. Next thing she knew, she couldn't keep the mask up - again - , stomped off to their table, put down the two bowls of stew and left again making way to the man.

"You stay away from her," the little vixen within her growled. Warning the man with a flash of fury in her eyes. Her blue orbs were glinting devilishly as she glared down upon the man, a threatening scowl placed upon her red lips.

An' oo exactly do ya think ya are?

In just a second worth of time, the siren had been riled up inside her, and now she found herself sinking back into the role of one Rosaline. Right... How could she have forgotten she was supposed to act, not supposed to be this tempered of a person. The odd thing was, usually Yasmin wasn't this angry, nor this badly tempered. Something just 'snapped' inside her head the moment she registered Kate's insecure look upon her darling features. Biting her tongue, Yasmin cut back on the many threats she wanted to give the man, on the many things she wanted to warn him for. So instead she just went back to acting, as if her little acting slip had been nothing.

"I'm sorry sir, I tend to be a bit protective over my darling sister," Rosaline excused herself, flashing the man an apologetic smile. Hopefully it'd work. And with excusing herself one last time, Rosaline returned to Abigail, seating herself next to the girl before offering her the bowl.

"Eat up, honey," she encouraged the other girl.

ooc;; I hope you don't mind her going just a tad bit crazy xD

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[Katherine Seton]

K A T E ;;

The next thing Kate knew, Yasmin was back, and shoved the stew on the table, and whirled around to go confront the man. Her stubbornness made the word Wait! catch in her throat, and instead resounded in her head. She watched as Yasmin started to snarl at the man who had confronted her with a mixture of pleasure and horror, and then gratitude as Yasmin realized her mistake and became Rosaline again.

I'm sorry sir, I tend to be a bit protective over my darling sister.

She said covering herself as quickly as Kate had. Her eyes watched Yasmin go back across the room, and then sit in front of her. Her face was carefully swept clean of emotion, but her eyes seemed to cheer on her newest friend. She offered her a rather meek smile, and said, to help change the subject, "Thank you for the... food." She stumbled around the word stew, not sure of the exact terming for such a... strange meal. Kate thrived on meals of separate meats, breads, fruits... it was very rarely combined.

As Yasmin settled, Kate looked back at the man, who seemed furious and confused. But he was still settled in his seat, and didn't look as though he were about to go confront them. Kate quickly turned away before he could catch her looking again, and started to nurse her stew.

It tasted... not completely unpleasant, but strange. Kate wasn't used to any form of stew, but she had tried a few different soups, and it wasn't too much different, just chunkier. The broth was rich, and warm, and her stomach enjoyed it, but some of the chunks she had difficulty swallowing as she wondered what was in this coarse meal. She knew Yasmin had had to pay, so she tried to look as though she was enjoying her food. The expression on her face, therefore, was a blend of pained delight and a bit of confusion. Gradually she became accustomed to the taste, and got down to the bottom of the bowl. The pained delight faded into nothing but sheer hunger.

Once there was only a few sspoonfuls left, she let her gaze wander back up to Yasmin. "That was good, sister. I think mother should get the recipe." She said sincerely, trying to remember her role as Abigail again, and added a little grin at the end of it.

Now that they had finished, she was eager to leave, but forced herself to remain in the seat. What was it Arthur had always said? Facing your fears will help succumb them... or some stupid thing. Arthur was full of stolen wisdom. Immediately, the thought of her brother made Kate's eyes sting. She focused her gaze on Yasmin eating, trying to suppress her wavering emotions.

Two things happened at once. Kate noticed, from the corner of her eye, the man was looking back at them, and then realized where she knew him from. Thoughts of her brother, bidden or not, had traced the man back to her past, and she suddenly swung her gaze to the wall, trying to keep her facial features out of the man's line of view. He hadn't been in her household for quite some time, but Kate wasn't about to play with her luck. She had been a little fool for talking back, if he did remember her that might help with his memory.

"Rosaline, I'm awfully tired." Kate said, doing her best to cling to her role. What she really wanted was to get Yasmin alone and tell her the man's true identity, and see whether or not Yasmin thought that was a threat. Her disguise was good- dirty, her hair less then perfect, a relatively cheap dress (in her standards), but Kate was still unsure. "Perhaps when you've finished we can go up and nap?" Kate said, raising her voice a little bit. Of course, she intended to drag Yasmin outside and talk to her there. She did her very best to look innocent, and yet, somewhat worried.

Psh, absolutely not.... I would have done the same. But we are in fact saving the parrot. You have no choice now... :] I don't actually know where the man came from. My muse strikes randomly. You'll see who he is.. next post probably?

[yasmin]

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Yasmin merely sat there, the anger still bubbling lightly as she did her best to keep her fair face calm and steady, not showing a hint of her foul mood. For some strange reasons though, her left hand was clenched tightly around her wooden cutlery whilst the other held onto the bowl a bit too tightly, the tight grip though was barely noticeable. Sighing, she tried her best to let go of the anger, wanting nothing more but the itchy feeling gnawing at the stripes on her back to disappear.

"Thank you for the... food."

Curious eyes turned to Kate, looking at the little girl with quite a lot of interest. Was she serious about the stew? Yasmin scrutinized the girl, running a careful look over her features before a soft smile spread over Yasmin's own lips, pleased and satisfied for she found the girl's face to be clean of lies, no matter how sarcastic that remark may have been.

"It's not a problem," Yasmin nodded, her smile turning serene before she turned to her food once more, picking at it every now and then with that pleased smile still plastered on her face. Yasmin wasn't exactly hungry, she was well fed and didn't need to eat as much as human beings in order to survive. Instead she went through her own course of actions, inspecting closely how she had reacted earlier on. How was it possible that Yasmin had actually killed an infant, no more aged but the mere age of one and a half years old, without any remorse; how she had ruined people and destroyed their lives, enjoyed doing so...

Yet this one mere kid managed to make her go through a swirl of emotions Yasmin never thought she possessed. And in only one day of time. Kate must've been some sort of wonder child. Randomly the parrot popped up in Yasmin's mind again, and she sighed turning to look at Kate once more before deciding to make conversation once more, since her stew was almost finished anyways.

"Want to know what I saw earlier?"

Yet just at the same time Kate started talking as well, making Yasmin bite her lip and decide it was best not to start about the parrot right now, for some reason, she felt like sharing the sick story of the poor parrot locked up, unfed and filthy. The poor parrot that was given no care was pushed to the back of her mind as she listened to Kate, downing the last sspoon of stew rapidly before replying.

"Sure we can go, Abby, I just finished my stew," Rosaline smiled at Abigail, before standing up straight, leaving behind two coins on the table for whatever waitress came to pick them up, instantly took Kate's hand before dragging her out of the room and up the stairs. No one would follow them at this moment, not right now, there were too many people around so everything was clear, they could go up unnoticed and no one would come and see just where they resided for the night.

Closing the door behind them, Yasmin locked the door just to be sure. It was instinct, more of a habit than anything else and it didn't mean a thing, but perhaps Yasmin had done to best thing without even knowing it. With a mere smile Yasmin turned to Kate before hopping on the bed and kicking off her shoes, quite happy they'd be sleeping on something soft for the night... although she still preferred the softness of the leaves of the trees, it was all she'd be getting of comfort for the next few days.
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[High King Peter Pevensie]

K A T E ;;

Kate did process that Yasmin had said something, but she was too eager to get away to really focus on it. There would be enough time to deal with it when they were far, far away from the man with the tankard of ale. Yasmin looked at her curiously when Kate said she wanted to leave, but clearly didn't pick up on her complete desperatation to leave the scene. Kate found her hand being taken in one direction and they left the room, leaving behind the man, the coins, and the parrot.

She found herself being marched up the stairs by her sister, but her head was going foggy. Her thoughts were racing, trying to determine if she was in any sort of danger. The fight or flight instinct had kicked in Kate, and yet, she was too young to really know what to do with it. So when Yasmin closed and locked the door, and then sat down lazily on the bed, Kate was still standing rigidly in the middle of the room.

She stood there for a few noticable moments, and finally, when she spoke, her voice trembled a bit. "Yas- Rosaline, I know him. And I think he knows me." Her eyes were locked on Yasmin's shoes, finding comfort in the unmoving object. She didn't look up to her 'sister's' face, not entirely sure what she would find there.

"He knew my family. He knows my family. It was some time ago... but..." Her voice trailed off, wondering how much the man would recognize her if he had never worked with her. It was true she resembled Arthur, but not by a lot.

It was like it was yesterday. Arthur, her brother, was notorious for slacking off in his studies. To make up for it, Kate's father hired every tutor he could lay his hands on, but most quit after a certain amount of time trying to make their unwilling pupil learn. Most of Arthur's more successful tutors went on to Kate. She had been only eight when he had entered their lives as Arthur's final teacher. She remembered there had been a row with Arthur and the man... Thomas, and it had ended badly. Thomas stormed out of their household and taken off... but his figure and face were familiar to Kate. After all, he had been Arthur's tutor for a while, the last attempt to make her brother useful to society.

"What if someone starts to ask about me? What if news carries about my family? What if..." Her words were lost in a mindless babble, and for the first time in her life, Kate had an anxiety attack. Her heart started to flutter, and her breaths grew shorter and shorter. It was long overdue for a child who had had so much stress forced upon her, but still alarming. "What if he is the one? What if he is after my family, if he's mad still? Maybe we're running from him!"

A new thought entered her head, and her eyes flickered to Yasmin. The attachment had already formed, possibly because of their pretend family bond, and it was this Kate was thinking of. What if he went after her? Her body ached, eager to sleep, but Kate was focused on her safety right now, and that of Yasmin's. "Maybe we should keep going." She said weakly. "To your safe place." Away from the strange men here, away from people Kate knew... if Yasmin hadn't been seen with her, Kate would have left on her own.

True to her well-bred nature, her mind went to money. "I swear, when I find Raoul... he can pay you for this, he'll do whatever you want, whatever you need. He can protect you too." She added, thinking of Yasmin's role in Cair Paravel.

She seemed to hesitate before she threw her final offer out for Yasmin to accept or reject. "Or I can leave. I... I'll be fine on my own. You would be safer without me." It stung Kate to say this, for in the past hours she realize how much she had come to like Yasmin, but in such a scenario she would rather have her safe.

[yasmin]

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Yasmin still didn't know any better and had merely guessed something along the lines of Kate being tired or just feeling threatened by the man they'd seen earlier and assumed those two things as possible reasons why Kate had wanted to leave that room. However, when Kate spoke, Yasmin frowned. What did she mean? Did she honestly know this man? That rude piece of human being? How could, by any means, a little innocent girl like herself know a man of such kind?

Yasmin was worried nonetheless though, her eyes basically glued upon the little girl as she merely stood there in the middle of the room, whilst Yasmin seemed to have turned a bit tense yet remained seated on the bed. Attentively, Yasmin listened to the girl's rambling which made, in all honesty, little sense to Yasmin. How did this man know her family? Why did they know them? Had he recognized Kate? And what bugged her the most, what was he doing here? This wasn't supposed to be a place for crazy men like himself.

Little Kate seemed to be making less sense with every single word she spoke. What was this about money? Yasmin didn't need no money. Yasmin didn't understand what the girl was trying to say in the first place, but what she did understand was the fact that Kate was, for a matter of fact, very - yet then again very - upset over the presence of the male. And somehow that fact in itself annoyed her and made her want to crack the fool's neck right then and there... No one upset little Kate, or at the least, that's the very idea that crossed Yasmin's mind at that moment.

As the girl started talking about Yasmin, the older one of the two thought it best to calm Kate down the best she could first. Knowing human beings took comfort in physical ways, Yasmin merely lifted herself up from the bed and walked over to Kate before bending through her knees, to be eye-level with the young girl. A small, secure smile crossed her features before she raised her hand and slowly brushed away a few strands of hair from Kate's face, before tucking it behind the girl's ear.

"Now, hush Kate," Yasmin smiled before somehow, finding the courage to hug the girl, finding own comfort in the hug.

"Why don't you calm down first, and tell me all you know about this man, hmm?" Yasmin offered, patting the girl's hair still, smoothly trying to offer as much soothing influence and comfort to the girl as possible. After all, it seemed that Kate simply was a bit too upset over a case that Yasmin still knew little off. To come to a decent conclusion on what to do, Yasmin had to know what exactly was the threat in this one person.

"Or I can leave. I... I'll be fine on my own. You would be safer without me."

At that very moment, Yasmin didn't exactly know what happened to her. She was at a loss of words and felt the need to cling onto the girl for dear life, just so the girl wouldn't be able to even set one step out of that door. Her very air was knocked out off her and it took Yasmin a while before she found words, words to respond with. She looked at Kate, her mind carefully bring word by word together in one phrase, just that much of an impact had the words Kate had spoken had on the 'cold hearted' Yasmin.

"Don't sprout nonsense, Kate," Yasmin started, completely forgetting about their little act and the fact she was supposed to call Kate by the name of 'Abby', but right now, the siren couldn't care any less about their little play.

"You're not going anywhere by yourself," Yasmin claimed, seemingly confident by that fact and even nodding a bit, to make her statement seem stronger and more accurate, even though the tone she spoke with was anything but strong at the moment. Kate wasn't going anywhere though, that much Yasmin was certain of.

"How about you come sit with me on the bed and tell me all you know,..." Yasmin smiled.
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[Katherine Seton]

K A T E ;;

Her breathing started to slow, but her body still seemed unusually rigid and stiff. Yasmin's presence near her side was comforting, and yet, Kate wanted now more then ever to grab her and run and never ever look back. She knew she was being patronized a bit, and the old Kate resented that immensely, but she was too flustered and in a hurry to really think about it. She flung her arms willingly around Yasmin, letting her play with her hair, which was certainly nasty. Kate took her time with the hug, not allowing Yasmin to leave until her heart slowed a bit more. Then she withdrew.

She was relieved her statement of leaving alone was so rapidly and suddenly shot down. It never once occured to Kate that Yasmin had readily and willingly taken her in... and now, even when Kate told her of the dangers, she was willing to stay by her. Kate was not a naturally suspicious person, and she did feel the aspects of Yasmin's true affection for her, and gave her own in response. When Yasmin told her to go take a seat on the bed, she followed her orders and kicked off her shoes.

The bed wasn't anything like the one she had at home, and it seemed strange and forgein to sit on. She had gone quiet for a bit, trying to sort out her memories and make sure they were as accurate as possible before she started to talk. Her hand found Yasmin's taking it as if it were Raoul's, or Arthur's, and wound her fingers around it tightly.

She spoke mostly to the wall then she did to Yasmin. "You remember I told you I didn't know why I left home? My parents just... told me to go." Kate said softly, letting her eyes go to Yasmin's face quickly, and then back to the wall. "Someone was after them. That's all Arthur said. He said we could be in trouble too." Vivid memories flashed before her eyes- the horse falling, Arthur vanishing... but she knew better then to dwell on them while in danger.

"I think he did it. The man. Maybe he is the reason I'm running. He's close to my home... and he was on horrible terms with my father and my brother when he left..." As Katherine spoke these words, however, she realized how ridiculious she sounded. "His name is Thomas." She said, her face wrinkled as she tried to find a logical situation that made sense.

"He knows me, Yas. He's seen me. If he recognizes me... and he knows the people who are after me, or he supports them, or... or if he is them.." she swallowed, "He knows where I am. He knows I'm... alive..." again she hesitated to say those words. "Thomas saw me with you." Kate said cautiously.

She hadn't thought anyone would recognize her, that she would see anyone she knew in Narnia. But already she was proven wrong. Kate's fight or flight instinct often suggested she flew, and she was ready to do that. "I don't know if he is bad, or if he is just here... but he never seemed to be that... man." Kate finished lamely, thinking of the type of guy to hang out in bars. "It's strange, and I think we should go." The last bit rushed out of her mouth.

She looked over at Yasmin, trying to get her take on all of this complicated story. She turned away momentarily to look for her bag, to assure herself it was still there, on the bed. The obvious outline of the knife was visable through the thick cloth, and Kate was both thrilled she had it, and horrified of it. She wished her parents had told her who to fear, but at least she had Yasmin to turn to.

[yasmin]

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"You remember I told you I didn't know why I left home? My parents just... told me to go."

With an attentive ear the siren listened to the girl's ramblings. Needless to say, Yasmin knew things the girl did not. She knew as a matter of fact that it was the White Witch and her minions that were after Katherine and her family, not this creep of a guy. He was the perfect guy to blame though. And even if Yasmin might've grown mushy on the girl, Yasmin was a traitor in being, she was a manipulating, bloodthirsty beast that just happened to have grown a mother instinct. Oh how dandy.

She might've told herself she'd never let anyone hurt the girl, but seeming in deep thought, wasn't she going to hurt the girl herself? She was going to turn this girl in, betray the younger being and she'd do all of that out of her own free will. After that, she'd most likely have to let the others hurt her, and she could just see the other creatures bending over the petite frame of Kate already, scarring her innocent, pretty body for the rest of her life, hurting the girl more than anyone else ever could've done. If Kate was lucky they'd give her as a slave girl to the Calormenes or Jadis or one of the more important minions...

If Kate was not so lucky - Yasmin didn't even want to think how they'd end her precious life and steal her last breath away. Yasmin wondered why thinking about this made something crop up in her throat, made it so hard for her to breathe or why it made her hate herself that much. "Perhaps Thomas is the reason why you're running, perhaps he is," Yasmin lied through her teeth, hating herself even more for it, but an animal cannot control it's instincts. It came natural to the siren to betray all she ran into and show up most loyalty to those she admired.

And as the girl finished her story, Yasmin knew exactly what to tell the girl, what lies to feed her and what to make her believe so that everything would turn out in Yasmin's advantage. She really was born to do this horrible job, for she did it perfectly. "Don't worry about me, Kate. I can take good care of myself - of the both of us," Yasmin assured the girl. This wasn't a lie at all. Were this Thomas to decide he was a threat to them anyways, all Yasmin had to do was one right aim at his throat and the man was dead, left to rotten for the worms.

Yasmin honestly couldn't have picked out a better job for herself.

"But you're tired, and you need your rest. We wouldn't want you fainting out of exhaustion, now would we? The next town is a rather far distance away..." Yasmin spoke, her tone sugared as honey yet decent nonetheless. "We'll leave first thing in the morning, Kate, and if this Thomas of yours tries to stop us...," Yasmin started, unsure of how to word this. Surely she wouldn't use horrid words in front of the girl, so how was she going to sugarcoat this? A mere smile spread across her features as she spoke once more.

"Lets just say I'll be here keep you safe," Yasmin nodded.

"But for now you must sleep, it's been a tiring day," Yasmin said, her tone lighting up once more as she now sounded less serious. "You can take a bath in the morning," Yasmin smiled, now waiting for either approval or disapproval of the girl. Yasmin surely did expect the girl to just go along with it all, it'd make things so much easier.
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[Katherine Seton]

K A T E ;;

The world seemed to be spinning much too fast around Katherine. All together it seemed to have lost meaning and purpose, the word 'run' just ringing in her head over and over like an alarm bell. But Yasmin's calm disposition soothed Kate a little, and while she was still antsy and quite visably wanted to leave as soon as possible, she took to squeezing her hand once. "Perhaps Thomas is the reason why you're running, perhaps he is." Kate eyed her curiously- she had a hint of the tone that suggested she was simply pleasing the child. But she had no reason to fear Yasmin or not to trust her, so she only nodded.

But Yasmin reassured her that she could take care of both of them, and Kate let her gaze drift back to her little bag. She had always prided herself on being independent, but that was in a world were all she had to do was lift her hand and request whatever she desired. She could bounce around on her own in fields during times of peace, but she was going around the world during a time of strife and trouble. Kate wasn't sure if she could manage to take care of herself, so she would have to rely on Yasmin for some form of security. Regardless of which, she was thrilled to know the girl was staying with her.

Her eyes remained trained on the outline of the little dagger when Yasmin told her she needed her rest. Kate understood that, but her flight instinct wasn't ready to settle down yet. They could leave first thing in the morning, but she still wanted to leave now, under the cover of darkness. Still she offered a half smile at her companion, and slipped into her bed, dress and all. "A bath would be lovely." Was all she said in response to Yasmin, but she seemed quite doubtful of the plan. Kate's eyes went to the door once, to the lock that was there. Suddenly she got up from her bed, and snatched up her bag. She slipped back under the covers, the bag placed carefully next to her rib cage.

"First thing in the morning." She said softly, more to herself then to Yasmin. Her stomach felt happily full, though the stew wasn't what Kate had expected. All in all, it could have been a lot worse for the girl, but that didn't mean it would stop her from stressing over the small things.

She settled in, and shut her eyes, ready for sleep to take over reality. The bed, however, refused to allow her to rest. As exhausted as Kate was, it felt like stone compared to what she usually slept on. Her thoughts went unbidden to her family, wondering if they were resting comfortably or if they were resting at all. She sighed softly, pulling the blankets up to her nose. They smelled strange, and Kate made a hidden face at their odor, but after a while she became used to it. However, the bed still seemed to bother the girl. After a few moments of fidgetting and trying to get comfortable, Kate finally rested on her side and opened her eyes back up to look at Yasmin. "I don't think I can sleep." She said honestly, and moved around a bit more.

Of course, once this slipped from her lips, her eyes started to droop. She blinked a few times, and realized the affect the day's travel had had on her body. Finally Kate drifted off to sleep, a rather weary frown on her face.