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Post by Morgan le Fay on Oct 23, 2011 19:25:59 GMT
Where the knights train
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Post by Sir Mordred Pendragon on Oct 29, 2011 11:23:17 GMT
The day after his arrival Mordred is sitting alone in the courtyard. Though he is there the Knight is not actually training but instead relaxing in the sun eating an apple.
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Post by Hallewes on Nov 3, 2011 22:56:24 GMT
Dindrane went down to the courtyard early after the Beltaine celebrations. She wanted to have a little practise before going to the council meeting.
She only planned to practise a few hours before finding a book she wanted to read and going to the meeting.
Dina cocked an arrow and stared for a moment at the target before pulling the bow taut and aiming properly.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Nov 3, 2011 23:03:17 GMT
Applause rang out from behind Dina as the arrow hit the bullseye.
"Well done!"
The voice was male, deep and strong with a lilt that indicated the man hailed from the Scottish kingdoms.
"You shoot well...for a woman."
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Post by Hallewes on Nov 3, 2011 23:05:35 GMT
Dina turned after getting a shock by the fact she had company.
She gave a small smile as she glanced on her companion. "Oh? And are women suppose to drop the bow as I have seen some men do when they put the fledling to the hair?"
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Nov 3, 2011 23:21:31 GMT
The man was tall and good-looking, with dark hair and a white grin. He stood with his bow unstrung in one hand and a quiver over his shoulder.
"No, of course. A woman with the strength to wield a bow is remarkable," the man said.
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Post by Hallewes on Nov 3, 2011 23:24:28 GMT
Dina gave a laugh. "I have never been called that before, Sir...?"
She took another arrow from her quiver and notched it loosely.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Nov 3, 2011 23:29:45 GMT
The man grinned broadly and walked closer to her. He had a loose gait and was as graceful as a cat. His tunic opened in a vee in the neck, baring his chest, and his breeches clung to his thighs and calves.
"Gawain of Lothain. Your servant, my lady."
He bowed easily to her.
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Post by Hallewes on Nov 3, 2011 23:38:17 GMT
"Dindrane of Listeneise." She introduced herself to him. "I have not seen you around here before."
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Nov 4, 2011 0:03:24 GMT
"No, you wouldn't have. I only came for the celebrations. My father is the King of Lothian and Orkney."
His grin was cocky as he sized her up far too boldly.
"That was some feast, wasn't it? Drink, beautiful women, visions! I hope every feast can be like it. Even though I spent half the night pissed as a stoat on whiskey."
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Post by Hallewes on Nov 4, 2011 0:09:58 GMT
Dina gave a small shiver as if something cold had touched her.
"It was a good feast yes. I enjoyed what was left in my cup, didnt you?" She asked. "The drink always flows freely at the feasts here so it is easy to over indulge."
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Nov 4, 2011 0:19:42 GMT
"Yes, and I certainly did. Whiskey translates as water of life in the tongue of the Scots and it was that which filled my cup. It's like liquid fire, my lady. Would you care to try some?"
He grinned and produced a small flask which he uncorked and offered her.
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Post by Hallewes on Nov 4, 2011 0:22:58 GMT
Dindrane took the offered flask slowly and took a sip. She felt like fire was spreading through her body from her tongue and forced herself to swallow the liquid.
She pushed the flask back to Gawain as she coughed as the drink burnt her throat.
"It certainly warms." She eventually said, coughing.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Nov 4, 2011 0:30:20 GMT
His grin widened in amusement at her reaction. He drank a long swallow with no odd effects at all them lowered the flask to grin at Dindrane once more.
"It's like kissing, don't you think?"
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Post by Hallewes on Nov 4, 2011 0:45:29 GMT
Dina coughed for the last time.
"I do not know who you have kissed Sir, but none that I have has ever been the same as that." She wrinkled her nose. "I think that I prefer milder things."
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