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Hey it's the birthday of my fic "A Greenwood Tree," so I decided to share it again.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/26617891
Lady Antonia Crowley had not gotten up that morning with a definite plan to rob priests. But when a couple of wealthy churchmen came riding down a path through Sherwood Forest, Antonia did recognize the opportunity.
“Good morning!” she called to them, in a very friendly manner. It was, in fact, a good morning. Perhaps it wasn’t so in other parts of the world, but in Sherwood Forest, the sky was clear above the far-reaching trees and the air smelled sweetly of green and growing things. The rising sun illuminated clear drops of dew everywhere, making it look as if the faeries might have washed the woods overnight and left it all out to dry.
The priests didn’t seem to be feeling very friendly themselves. They regarded Antonia with a bit of sneering, but also a bit of fear. This was Sherwood, after all, and Antonia did not in any way resemble the average person’s idea of how a Lady of Court ought to dress. In fact, at the moment, she didn’t resemble a lady in the slightest, being dressed in a man’s breeches and shirt, brown boots, and her red hair tucked into a pointed cap. Men often dressed with the intent to show their loyalty to king or kingdom, and if Antonia’s clothes were to be judged by such standard, she would clearly be marking her realm as that of Sherwood Forest. For here she would blend in among the trees as well as any other woodland creature, being clothed in Lincoln green.
(It was fairly well known that Robin Hood himself dressed in Lincoln green.)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/26617891
Lady Antonia Crowley had not gotten up that morning with a definite plan to rob priests. But when a couple of wealthy churchmen came riding down a path through Sherwood Forest, Antonia did recognize the opportunity.
“Good morning!” she called to them, in a very friendly manner. It was, in fact, a good morning. Perhaps it wasn’t so in other parts of the world, but in Sherwood Forest, the sky was clear above the far-reaching trees and the air smelled sweetly of green and growing things. The rising sun illuminated clear drops of dew everywhere, making it look as if the faeries might have washed the woods overnight and left it all out to dry.
The priests didn’t seem to be feeling very friendly themselves. They regarded Antonia with a bit of sneering, but also a bit of fear. This was Sherwood, after all, and Antonia did not in any way resemble the average person’s idea of how a Lady of Court ought to dress. In fact, at the moment, she didn’t resemble a lady in the slightest, being dressed in a man’s breeches and shirt, brown boots, and her red hair tucked into a pointed cap. Men often dressed with the intent to show their loyalty to king or kingdom, and if Antonia’s clothes were to be judged by such standard, she would clearly be marking her realm as that of Sherwood Forest. For here she would blend in among the trees as well as any other woodland creature, being clothed in Lincoln green.
(It was fairly well known that Robin Hood himself dressed in Lincoln green.)
