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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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It was on my thoughts to do so, but I can easily see those plans changed. [She will have many an opportunity to do so on her own, after all, and perhaps with some company she can also distract herself. The place may be daunting but clearly most people here aren't - quite the contrary, so far they have been nothing but friendly and helpful.]
I am Éowyn, sister-daughter of King Théoden of Rohan. [She is not sure why even she says all of it, though it may have something to do with the hope that anyone would even recognize the name of either the land or the king in this place.]
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A pleasure to meet you, Lady Éowyn [Arthur may have begun to abandon in some ways the manner of court, but he can just as easily call upon it when the situation deems it so, thus he dips in a bow to the young woman as he would any other introduced of royal blood. Sister-daughter, not a term he might use, but he can pick the logic of it.] King Arthur- of Camelot. I'm afraid your realm is not one familiar to me. However, there are so many worlds aboard this one ship and so few carry a sword.
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[When she uprights herself, she keeps a posture only slightly more formal, even if so far Arthur does not seem to mind a relaxed approach. In a manner it feels inappropriate to address a king, any king, in such a way.] I have never heard of your Kingdom either, but it does seem to share more familiarities with my own than others whence come many of the people here.
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Yes. I find so too. [Arthur agrees thoughtfully, a small nod following.] Still a welcome sight amongst the corridors and oddly lit rooms of this place. All that is considered modern now. [It's cold, largely unyielding. None of the familiar warmth of the Castle walls with roaring fires.]
Lady Éowyn, may I invite you to make use of your sword in a sparring match? [His invitation is most certainly of a friendly tone, as once again he gestures to the weapon fastened to her belt. After all, he wishes to forget his troubles, and she has made clear she came here to take advantage of the open space. Also, whilst he appreciates the gesture of respect from her, it might ease matters.]
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She lets out a small surprised noise, her hand moving to rest over the hilt of her own sword as he gestures towards it. His friendliness is mirrored in her, as she looks back up with a smile and an easy nod. She had come here to practice after all, and she is sure that she has no reason to expect this man trying to hurt her.
(Though even if he did, she would simply have to handle it accordingly.)] I gladly accept your offer. It does seem like the best way for us both to practice.