Two Worlds Collide - An Anglo-Brythonic Tale:

[chaos]

Two Worlds Collide - An Anglo-Brythonic Tale:

Ceridwen trembled slightly as she stepped out her father's chamber with as much dignity as she could muster. The servants had outdone themselves in pleating her hair and dressing her in a new gown of fine green cloth. She felt very pretty, but she was also nervous - today she would leave the only home she had ever known with a group of strange men - quite possibly never to see her home or loved ones ever again.

She was to be a hostage. She would live with the Saxon Chief as an honoured guest - so long as her father remained neutral in the current round of fighting between the Saxons and the Britons. If he didn't... well, she'd either be married off to one of the Saxons to cement an alliance or... well she'd rather *not* think what would happen to her if her father sided with the Britons. A quick death would be the best she could hope for.

Still, her parents had emphasized the importance of comporting herself with dignity and aplomb at all times and she was determined to make them proud! Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves and banish the butterflies from her stomach, she made her way across the courtyard towards the Saxon delegation. She didn't know any of their (she assumed) barbarous tongue, but smiled and gave a polite nod of aknowledgement.

(Hopefully this is a good start. Feel free to give my character a nickname to avoid having to write her full name)

[Fenrir13]

Beorthric stood with the Saxon delegation in silence. He was wearing fine clothes and no armor, but was still armed with his trusty sword Trolls Bane. As he saw the small Briton girl approaching he gave her a slight smile. Yes, she was the enemy, but still just a kid. He´d rather been appointed to a more martial mission, but this was fine. At least he could drink and eat his fill at a lords table.
"Are you ready for our departure, lady?", he asked politely when the girl approached. No need to antagonize her. He was a tall young men with the long blonde hair and blue eyes expected of his people and he was charming, if not for his eloquence of speech. Honestly, she was kinda cute. Alltough hopefully not a brat.

[chaos]

Ceridwen was shocked to hear one of the barbarians speaking a civilized language, but she covered it well behind a mask of propriety.

"Yes, I think so..." she replied. She had already said packed the few items of sentimental value that she'd be taking with her to the Saxon camp and bid farewell to her family and friends. Most of all, however, if her goodbye took too much longer she knew she'd start crying - something she was determined to avoid at all costs!

[Fenrir13]

Somehow Beorthric couldn´t help smiling. She was cute indeed. "Please follow me, mylady.", he said politely in her language after giving her some time to say goodbye in her fathers hall. Sadly they hadn´t much time, but it had to be enough. The journey was long enough at it is and they would have to reach the camp before nightfall. There was a modest palanquin for the ladies and the men would ride their horses. Saxons loved their horses. The young warrior was riding a tall one with beautiful, light red fur. He was very proud of it. "Very well, let´s go!", he said in his own language...and the entourage set out.