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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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I apologise that I wasn't of better use in finding her. [He gives a small sigh, the entire venture was a mess, to put it lightly. It certainly ended in a mess. It takes a moment to be honest, for some reason it is a little easier in her company.] The illness hasn't abated entirely, I'm afraid. Today is an exception.
Sounds delightful- [What he says is not false, even if his tone is not quite as light as it could be. It is by no means a pastime below them, or one to be mocked as such for those who were once royalty. It sounds peaceful, calming against the violent, unpredictable nature of the ship.] I'm sure any who benefit will be most grateful for your hard work. Finding a productive means of passing the time here, isn't always quite so simple. [But he sounds pleased that she has.]
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It is quite alright, it was a strange situation, I am simply grateful we all have made it out now. [Elizabeth assured him with a kind smile before looking concerned.] I too have been suffering the illness, some ginger helps with the worst of it. [She suggested, modern medicine is still so foreign and not something she entirely trusts at the moment.]
You are always welcome to come help, more hands are always appreciated. [Elizabeth suggested, she was glad that at least he understood that being royal didn't mean you didn't get your hands in the dirt sometimes. Now if only her daughter could learn that lesson...] I hope to expand the garden slowly as I learn what grows best here or what others may want or need.
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As am I. There were others lost too there, without meaning to be so. It seems unfair you should be punished with this strange illness when you made no choice to venture in. [At least so he supposes, Guinevere had no intent either to venture in, but still was brought against her will and suffers so.] Yes. Merlin too, has offered us ginger to soothe our stomachs. Some knowledge apparently gained from our court physician. [As if that is a great surprise to him. He sighs out slowly, a small breath.] Surely these symptoms can only linger for so long?
[A humble dip of his head follows, appreciative but unsure.] I'm not certain I would be of great use to you, though I appreciate such an offer. [His tone is almost an amused sort of reluctance, a faint smile rising. Whilst he might commend it, he may be more hindrance than help to the cause. He has no such skill, despite his fanciful talk of farming with Guinevere he had no delusions he would know how to work the land.] At least I can hope for you the temperature keeps as it does. I imagine it's rather more favourable for your plot? [Oh he knows so little of how ..to grow things.]
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It's not a comforting though and something she doesn't want to dwell on too much.]
It is a good way to clear one's head at times and there is no difficulty. [She assured him. Her talents are certainly not in growing vegetables, she had simply had to learn growing up about practical matters but being out in a garden was relaxing for her nonetheless.] As do I, it is perfect. I am even attempting to grow a pair of rose bushes in the garden, to see how they fare in the warm weather.
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The exact reason I miss the hunt. I found it to clear the head. [Arthur readily admits, even if it cannot be appreciated by all, or even enjoyed.] But as we are in short supply of boar, deer or ..any quarry perhaps I should take you up on it after all. [There is a faint curve of his lips, amusement but some truth behind his words.]
Roses? [Arthur is not exactly the sort to be enamored of flowers, but he knows someone he might like to bestow them upon. Not that he would simply take them either, but perhaps he might ask for one.] Surely they will be most appreciated by many of the ladies aboard the ship. If they are successful, it will be some time before they flower I take it?
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It's a way to keep one's hands occupied during the day. [Elizabeth can understand that truth, she gives a light laugh, nodding.] If I see any though, I will let you know.
[She nodded with a smile, she wouldn't giving them out when or if they bloomed. The colors, white and red roses, are significant and it didn't seem right, in some way, to plant one without the other] Two bushes, white and red roses. I hope they bloom then as well, they will bring some color for everyone here. It will be some time before they are ready to be picked though.