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ataraxionlogs2014-03-24 12:12 am
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One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard
CHARACTERS: Arthur Pendragon & You
LOCATION: Oxygen Gardens - a clearing somewhere
WARNINGS: None. Arthur might be moping on the inside, but he generally be good company. Unless you're Merlin.
SUMMARY: Arthur's trying not to think too much about Morgana being gone, it's time to wander about the gardens on his horse and wave a sword at thin air. All welcome! New CR & canonmates alike.
NOTES: Slow-times, slow tags as always. Late tags a-okay!
[It was a great relief to have woken free of the ailments that made the world spin, his head to ring and feel as if it would split and all of it together that made his stomach pitch and roll, it was a relief that he could leave his room. The jump had left them without Morgana, such news difficult to bear. Not just because he would miss Morgana terribly, he had missed Morgana for some years now even in Camelot, at least the Morgana he had grown up with; compassionate, kind, but so strong-willed. To see her as he had remembered her not only added to what was impossible, but no less than a blessing of this strange world, most of all it meant that he could have protected her. Kept her from the corruption of magic, Morgause and all that had influenced her turn toward darkness.
Perhaps the true sting really, was that it was an impossible decision between Morgana being here, where the ship seemed constantly to put their lives in danger, and now had brought illness upon them - or for her to return to a world where her fate was chosen. It was not just him left heartsick with the news, Guinevere too had lost someone she loved dearly, and Merlin, like he knew to some extent what had become of Morgana in Camelot. He did not wish to burden them.
Arthur hadn't told anyone where he was headed, he hadn't even asked Merlin to groom and tack up his horse for him. Yes, Arthur was capable of plenty of things on his own. He'd made a slow trek through as so much of it was dense area, Llamrei picked his way through at an amble through the trees, not flinching for a moment. Arthur couldn't help but wish if only there were game, to distract himself with a hunt was often one of his favourite retreats. The clearing they came upon was not deep within the gardens, but it was covered in soft grass and parted by a branch of the stream running through. Arthur dismounted but did not tie the horse up, allowing him to gaze on the only slightly overgrown grass, of course Llamrei took to it with great enthusiasm, tearing up quick mouthfuls with a snort of what his master took as gratitude. Arthur looped the reins over Llamrei's head and draped them on the saddle, before giving him a pat on the shoulder.
He drew his sword from its fastenings upon the saddle and simply went through the motions of his training regime. Simple perhaps, and without a partner or even the Pell - it was distraction all the same.]
LOCATION: Oxygen Gardens - a clearing somewhere
WARNINGS: None. Arthur might be moping on the inside, but he generally be good company. Unless you're Merlin.
SUMMARY: Arthur's trying not to think too much about Morgana being gone, it's time to wander about the gardens on his horse and wave a sword at thin air. All welcome! New CR & canonmates alike.
NOTES: Slow-times, slow tags as always. Late tags a-okay!
[It was a great relief to have woken free of the ailments that made the world spin, his head to ring and feel as if it would split and all of it together that made his stomach pitch and roll, it was a relief that he could leave his room. The jump had left them without Morgana, such news difficult to bear. Not just because he would miss Morgana terribly, he had missed Morgana for some years now even in Camelot, at least the Morgana he had grown up with; compassionate, kind, but so strong-willed. To see her as he had remembered her not only added to what was impossible, but no less than a blessing of this strange world, most of all it meant that he could have protected her. Kept her from the corruption of magic, Morgause and all that had influenced her turn toward darkness.
Perhaps the true sting really, was that it was an impossible decision between Morgana being here, where the ship seemed constantly to put their lives in danger, and now had brought illness upon them - or for her to return to a world where her fate was chosen. It was not just him left heartsick with the news, Guinevere too had lost someone she loved dearly, and Merlin, like he knew to some extent what had become of Morgana in Camelot. He did not wish to burden them.
Arthur hadn't told anyone where he was headed, he hadn't even asked Merlin to groom and tack up his horse for him. Yes, Arthur was capable of plenty of things on his own. He'd made a slow trek through as so much of it was dense area, Llamrei picked his way through at an amble through the trees, not flinching for a moment. Arthur couldn't help but wish if only there were game, to distract himself with a hunt was often one of his favourite retreats. The clearing they came upon was not deep within the gardens, but it was covered in soft grass and parted by a branch of the stream running through. Arthur dismounted but did not tie the horse up, allowing him to gaze on the only slightly overgrown grass, of course Llamrei took to it with great enthusiasm, tearing up quick mouthfuls with a snort of what his master took as gratitude. Arthur looped the reins over Llamrei's head and draped them on the saddle, before giving him a pat on the shoulder.
He drew his sword from its fastenings upon the saddle and simply went through the motions of his training regime. Simple perhaps, and without a partner or even the Pell - it was distraction all the same.]
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The elf-maiden misses still the freedom of the forests of Doriath, the peace and safety given to them by her mother, the songs of her people and Menegroth. This is the closest she can come to any of it. It doesn't compare, hardly comes close, but trees and flowers and grass, at least she has that. And she can fill the air with song. Which she does openly. He may hear her voice before he sees her, barefooted and hair flowing, dark as the shadows of twilight, behind her as she danced to her own song.]
I hope face mistaking is okay at very first? I can edit otherwise!
It's when he looks for the source of the voice that he is suddenly stilled, brought to stare because he can scarcely believe what he sees and thinks he is mistaken. Is it just because he longs to see her so? He has to be mistaken because, though his father did try to encourage it, Morgana did not take to singing. He does not move to her, but watches her; the dark hair, pale complexion, her eyes. She so reminds him that he almost seems to miss the smaller differences there might be and he speaks before he means to.] Morgana? It can't be.
haha, that's okay!
A mortal, by the looks of him. He lacks the almost unearthly look of one of the Eldar and he looks like no dwarf she's ever met. So. Mortal. Like Sirius and Tom and Eowyn.
Lúthien cocks her head slightly to the side, hair shifting to reveal a leaf-shaped ear. There's more to her than just looking or seeming like others elves but at least she's one of the least intimidating looking of them.]
Who?
So slow. x.x sorry
Forgive me, my lady. [He can't help but wonder if there might be a manner in which he could excuse himself from the conversation without appearing ill-tempered. Unlikely. Thus he makes an effort to recover by projecting a courtly manner, even tempered and polite, though a short sigh leaves his lips.]
I was mistaken-. I had no intent to interrupt your song.[Well rather, it had been a second thought. But there is warmth in his tone, hesitating to admit to thinking he had seen his sister, again. Perhaps, had she not recently left, he would not have been eager to see what he had wished to.]
it's okay! I'm slow too
[She's had a few people do it back home, on the ship. At least this time she doesn't have flower tailing along with her footsteps. Enough have been added to the gardens since her arrival, she doesn't want to overflow this level with them.]
Who is Morgana?
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It's only fair she ask, isn't it? He supposes she must be curious, he wonders if she's even heard the name before, if this is not the first time she has been mistaken for another.] Morgana is my sister. She left the ship not long ago, apparently departures are just as unpredictable as arrivals.
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[She would be very upset if Artanis were to disappear, thinking of the other woman as a sister and knowing that she will be family eventually.]
And it is a pleasure to meet you, as well. Despite the circumstances. [Half a smile spreads across her features. She appreciates, at least, that he's making up for his mistake. Lúthien isn't exactly fond of being mistaken for others. Even if the elf princess isn't known on other worlds.
And then Sirius' "lesson" on greeting humans comes to mind. Don't want to seem rude, right?
Lúthien? Rude? Never!So she steps forward and lightly presses a kiss to his cheeks.]