Claymore and Dagger (closed)

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Fiona smiled as she saw Will on the back of his steed. He looked nervous, but good food and new clothes certainly made to help him a very handsome young man. She stood from her spot and approached him, laughing as he pulled his horse to a halt.

"Well, I hardly recognized you in your new uniform." Fiona teased him.
 
"It's a little big, but Ciaran said I'd grow into it before long," Will murmured, looking down at the dark greens and blacks of his new uniform.

Slipping from the saddle, Will came to hug her tightly. "Are you doing alright? I brought some things for you. Mr. McNamara lowered the rent so I had some extra to buy some food for you that'll keep for a while."
 
"I'm alright." Fiona said as she hugged Will tightly. "Guess what? I got some money from my grandfather. Enough that you don't have to worry about the cabin for a long time."

She pulled out the pouch of coins and bounced them in her hand. "I told you that it would all be alright, didn't I?"
 
Will looked at the pouch and shook his head. "I can't take that, Fiona. That's yours. I can make it on my own. I can pick up extra work at the lumber camp when I need to."
 
"No, Will. You will have enough work with the rangers when you become a full member." Fiona said, pressing the coin purse into his hand. "And I won't take no for an answer. If you won't take it, I will go to Mr. MacNamara personally and make sure that you are taken care of."
 
Will finally, begrudgingly took the purse and sighed. "Okay... but what about you? What are you going to do? And how did you even get this?"
 
"I have my ways, Will." Fiona said simply, mentioning nothing about Kell Aleister and his visit just a few short hours ago. "And I have people trying to help prove that I'm innocent. I'll be back home before too much longer. I promise."

She had no idea how long all of this would take. She had hopes that it would be over quickly, but it very well might drag out for weeks and months. As long as she was a wanted woman, she would have to stay in hiding.
 
"Just be careful, and stay off the eastern road tonight," Will warned her. "Sam's going to be patrolling there between town and the Lunar village." He had a little bit of an inside to the patrol routes, hoping he could help her avoid capture.
 
"I intend to be nice and warm tonight in the woods." Fiona promised him, kissing Will's cheek as he gave her the information that Samuel Ghis and the patrol would be on the eastern road. "Just me and a book of grandpa's poetry. Sounds like the perfect evening for me."
 
Will then looked back to Volgern. "I'd better go before the guards in town get suspicious of me... Sam's sure I'm still helping you."
 
"Well, you are, aren't you?" Fiona asked with a smile as she watched Will climb back up on Volgern and start on his way. "Stay safe, Will."
 
Will nodded to her before heading out on his way. Just as he said, Sam was joining the patrol that night, partnerless and on foot. The patrol had thinned recently thanks to more strict border controls stopping hunters from getting anywhere near the werefolk.
 
Fiona was enjoyed a leisurely walk through the woods, eating a meat pie that she had purchased from a traveling vendor on his way back home to the were village. It was the last of what he had and it was absolutely delicious. She felt happy, even if she was still concerned that those searching for her might actually find her out there.

As she came to the road, she glanced out of the woods, peeking each way to make sure that there was no one else around. There was a man, far down the path and by himself, walking away from where she was. Thinking that it was alright, she stepped onto the path to continue her way to her camp.
 
The man paused after a moment, hearing her footsteps. He turned back and called, "Halt. Who are you?" The voice was muffled by a scarf.
 
Fiona glanced towards the man as he told her to halt, asking who she was. She took another bite of her food and considered her answer for a long moment. The hood of her cloak hid her hair rather well. In the dusky forest, she would look like any other woman from a distance.

"No one. Just on my way home, sir." She said.
 
"That isn't a valid answer." She knew that tone. It was definitely Sam Ghis, but he didn't realize who she was yet.
 
"Well, it might not be valid to you, but it's the answer that you'll get." Fiona said, knowing that Samuel Ghis was trying to disguise himself. "You're not from the woods, are you? There are those of us out here that would rather keep our identity secret."
 
"You have nothing to fear if you have nothing to hide," he growled darkly, pulling back the scarf finally. When he was angry, he lost all emotion except for his family.
 
"I don't have anything to hide, Ghis." Fiona said, finishing the last of her food like she were simply having a casual conversation. "You're the one intent on making sure that I pay for a crime that I didn't commit...at least not the way that you think that I did. Tell me why I would trust or want anything to do with you?"
 
Realization was clear in Sam's eyes and he immediately reached for the shackles on his belt. "Blackstone," he growled, ready to grab her.
 
"That woman would have killed you." Fiona said as she saw Sam reaching for his shackles. "It was Morgan's plan all along. I wanted to run away and the knife caught her in the neck. It wasn't what I intended."

She started to back up, putting some more distance between the both of them so that she could slip into the woods.
 
If Sam was listening, he didn't show it as he bolted at her when she began to back away. "Get over 'ere," he snarled, making a grab for her arm.
 
Fiona dodged backwards as his fingers grabbed for her arm. "No. Not until you're willing to listen to reason, you stubborn fool."

She spun and ducked back into the woods, his heavy steps behind her making her hurry with a panic that she had rarely felt before in her life.
 
Sam was just keeping up as she went, knowing the woods well from years of wandering them as a child. He chased her all the way to the river, where his boot caught an exposed root and he toppled, sliding down the bank into the shallows of the frigid flow.
 
Fiona had just crossed the river when she heard a splash behind her. Pulling herself to a stop, she slowly made her way back to watch as Sam floundered in the water. It served him right, she thought to herself.

"Maybe a cool bath for a hot head will teach you a lesson." Fiona called to him, knowing that she was poking at an angry bear.
 
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