I have no time for lost lady ! {Sarahe}

Taran is spirit to walk in the woods, he took to the wolf to go faster. He tries to find a trace of Korso unsuccessfully absolutely no odor, no sign of life. He was beginning to worry about, even though he knows that his father is a strong person and he just needs to be in another city. The continent is large and it is possible that they just missed in a city. He thinks going crazy! It has never been separated from his father for as long ... Not without knowing where he was and what he was doing.

They were caught in an attack and Taran has been hit in the head, he fell into a river. When he regained consciousness he was on one side, alone. He walked for days now, trying to find a track. Finally, he smelled, is was not Korso but he decided to follow her, after a while he comes across a woman, alone, face to face, he scrutinizes and decides to turn discontent. He resumed his human form, stretches while his bones creaking.

"Ma'am did you see a man with this coat?"

He shows his shoulder or engraved their blason. It sets the woman seemed to say "Hurry up ! I have other things to do"" Not realize that there he still has blood on him.

To say that she was lost was an euphemism. Completely and totally lost should be more accurate to her present situation. By the Gods, she had been clear with her escort, she was sure of it : I'm just going to refresh myself at the river, I won't be long... Ha ! How gentleman it was from those men to let her alone in the woods, without any indications of the place.

She was sure that they were at the Inn, who wasn't so far away, probably drunk and having forgotten everything about her. Next time, I'll go with the guards of the House, she thought bitterly, biting her lower lip nervously. Now what ? She didn't know where to go to find the Inn, not having really paid attention to her environment.

Her silent cursing suddenly came to an end as a wolf appeared in front of her. Gods help her, this day was definitely not a good one. She didn't move as he seemed to observe her, but couldn't help but gasp as he transformed into a young man. No. She was sure of it now: it wasn't a good day AT ALL.

As the mysterious teenager showed his shoulder and asked if she had saw a man with the blason who was graved in his young flesh, she couldn't help but stare at it, noting how familiar it seemed but her memory failed her. "No. I'm afraid that no. I know the symbol but-" Her eyes had trailed along the young appearance and she gasped when she saw the blood. "You're injured !"

The woman did not seem reassured before him, in a normal sense. There are two seconds he was a wolf. It would have been stupid not to be afraid. When she meets him, he looks up the sky. "Women! Still useless !!!" He looks into her eyes. "This is the coat of arms Ramsay, looking for my father Jospeh Korso Ramsay. We were separated." He looks at his hands and touches his face, in fact it has several wounds still open, but nothing serious. "We were picked in an attack and I fell in the river, but most of my wounds, comes to bushes. it will heal by itself I've had worse. "Much worse, Korso banging very loudly when he was pissed ... Taran had already spent several days in bed after a fight.It starts from mocking whether the woman wanted to keep talking to him, before turning back. "Especially do not say anything about my transformation, I do not want to have hunters after me!"

At the young man started to become quite rude, and by the Gods she was very polite by saying this, Sarahae started to feel an unpleasant anger rise in her body. First of all, she was lost and then a strange and impolite young man was starting to complain about women and how they were useless.

But the worse was when he started to mock her and really, she had enough of this game of his. And when Sarahae Tyrell had enough, her opponents knew it. When she saw him starting to turn back to continue his journey, she pressed her index to his chest, not at all frightened anymore by him. She had seen worse. "First of all young man, you didn't let me finish my sentence, which is quite rude !"

Then, her finger moved to a wound that he hadn't noticed but that she had, on his left arm and her frown deepened. "Secondly, you're injured and by the looks of this wound, quite deeply enough to have it infected quickly !" Since she had started to speak, he was looking at her perfectly silent alsmot surprised by her behaviour.

Better this way, she thought. "Thirdly, I may not know your father or family but I can help you anyway. And no, I will not tell anybody about your... transformation. People might the wrong idea that I'm crazy." With that, she take firmly his arm and guided him toward the river where she had been before. She was quite strong for a woman, but she make sure that she wasn't hurting him. Once they arrived at the river, she let go of his arm and turned toward him. "Now, let's clean this wound."

Taran will stop and raises an eyebrow looking at the woman blankly. What was happening there exactly? He does not know what he retorted, it is true that he failed to polite, but he is not accustomed to meet alone with strangers. "GOOD! Calm down! I'm sorry that's okay!?" Abused by a woman ... What an amazing son demon he did! He leaves the train to the river and sighs. "Okay ... if it makes you happy ..." It 'navait not want to fight, it was morally exhausted. "You say, to help me with my father, how?" He looks while removing his shirt déovilant the numerous bruises and cuts on his chest, most of the injuries were the work of Korso. "But the way! You called me rude, but you did not even show yourself, I am Taran Ramsay. Can I know what you are doing only in nature? you seem not to be a woman of action."

Sarahae had the impression to be in front of her sister Cassandra. Really, what a bad temper ! But anyway, she was used to these kind of outburst, so she didn't really paid attention to his manners. When he gave her his apologizes, even if it wasn't the perfect way to describe it, she accepted them anyways.

"I accept your sorry." She smirked as she turned her head slightly toward him, noting his angry frown and repressed a widest grin. Really, he didn't seemed quite cheerful at the idea of being with her and noting by his manners, he didn't seemed used to human company either.

Once he removed his tunic, she frowned at the different bruises who were laying on his young skin. Some weren't exactly preoccupying but the one on his arm, however, was still bleeding and seemed sufficiently deep to get infected in the next hours. She ripped off a little of her travel dress, mostly around the ankles before putting it on the river's water to wash it. "You're right. I forgot to introduce myself to you..."

Taking back the wet clothe, she turned to him and started to clean the wound, making sure to pass it everywhere. "Now stay still." She continued her task with attention, soft and making sure that she wasn't hurting him before talking again. "I am Lady Sarahae Tyrell of Highgarden, even if I doubt that you've ever heard of me." At her sentence, she smiled. Only her rivals and opponents were really paying attention to the kind Lady of Highgarden.

"If I am alone in these woods, it mostly because my escort decided to leave me behind without really paying attention to me. And they'll not go away with it." She wasn't an harmless lady : she was Sarahae Tyrell, the warrior of Highgarden. And nobody wanted to be on her black list. "Oh, trust me, young Taran Ramsay..." A challenging smile appeared on her lips. "I am a woman of action... Coming back to your first question, I could help you to find your father. Being a Lady can be really helpful sometimes."

He looks surprised, "You said Lady ?!" But what was she doing there? seriously? Unescorted? was unconscious or even stupid ... She was not even armed. Women are all naive and idiots? When she explains the situation explodes with laughter, unable to control it. "You can not be serious! I hope you have not already pay! Otherwise you are well conned." He calms down a bit. "My father and I when we paid we did the job, that's our motto. Next time, give notice and pay once arrived safely, you will avoid being abandoned." He winces a little when Sarahae washing his wounds but it does not seem worse than that, it had been worse, much worse, just the shield on his arm was a attroce suffering. He listens, and seems to think. "Make a deal then! I escort you to your home, I usually get paid but this time I'd exeption. Against In part, when you get home you can walk your lady for me to find my father . "He turns to her. "It works?"

Her grin widened at his surprise to learn that she was a Lady. He wasn't the first one to think it and surely not the last one. How Jeor liked to said it again ? Ah. Right. She was more acting like a lord than like a proper lady sometimes. Not that it mattered to her, anyway.

When he suddenly burst out in laughter, she tried to continue to clean his wound, even if the shakings provoked by his laugh were making it a little difficult. "Of course I am a Lady !" Her voice was amused. Even her sometimes, didn't really considered her as a Lady. "Don't I look like one ?"

With a slight rolling of her eyes, she looked back at his wound, while continuing to talk to him. "Of course that I didn't pay them before ! I just presume that they had enough to be in my company... But anyway, thank you for your wise advise." Smiling again, she looked at him quickly before finishing to clean the injury on his left arm before starting to clean the little ones which were on his face.

She was a little surprised that he had only winced a few times, not even letting out a slight hiss during his treatment but he didn't seemed to be like other teenagers, so she shouldn't mind it too much. At his proposition, she frowned a little before stopping for a short moment from cleaning the wounds to look properly at him. "I think that it seems reasonable. Even..." She smirked at him. "If I doubt that you'll be able to endure me. Women are useless after all... But yes, I think we have a agreement."

"Generally the lady is not by nature. And many are snobs." He listens before exclaiming "Oh women are provided with logic?" He looks smirking, saying that the tone of fun, rather than a real reproach. He laughed at his remark. "You seem less annoying than others, I should surporter you. Oh worse if you become unbearable I would turn, and you will watch from afar." It is true that this will be a first for him, even when his father left him with a guardin, it was always a man. Never woman. Oh least it will help him to socialize a bit." By cons you know in that direction to go? Personally I am completely lost, I went up the River hoping the fall or was attacked my father and me. "

Repressing an amused smile at the young boy's words, she continued the cleaning of his wounds until she was satisfied before wrapping the clothe around his arm's deepest wound. It wasn't her best work but it will suffice until they return to Highgarden.

Leaning back to appreciate her work, she rolled her eyes at the boys words, deeply amused by the whole situation. “Hopefully for you, I happen to be a woman of logic.” A smirk appeared on her lips as her gaze caught his. Really, what a strange boy. “But most of my acquaintances would describe me as...determined when I have something in mind.” Her smirk widened. “My rivals tend to think of me as annoying though.”

She laughed playfully at his next words. “Actually, I think that I am growing quite fond of you... You can always try to leave me behind, but I'm sure that you'll get bored in no time...” It wasn't exactly false after all. His character was quite refreshing after all the lies and games that most of the nobles liked to play nowadays. It was different and quite welcome. “To answer your question, we are approximatively a mile away from the Crossroads Inn which mean...” She looked towards around her before pointing at the North. “Highgarden must be at ten miles or so. Not too far but alas, not close enough to give us time to clean those wounds more properly.”