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bitchprinceIt had been several days' walk getting here, with precious little chance to get anywhere near where anyone held horses. And Arthur hadn't had too much coin on him regardless - the villagers might have lended him a horse based by his identity alone if he'd gotten close enough, but he had mixed feelings about taking from the poorer towns along the road to the castle.
What he also held mixed feelings about were the darkening clouds that seemed to gain in number the closer they got. The euphoria of being home was starting to eb away slowly under the tide of concern for the castle and the vague worries about their ability to ever contact Fandom again - although the first was, as always, of greater priority to Arthur.
By the time Camelot's spires became visible, jutting proudly up out of the countryside, the sky had gotten black enough to go for night. It was enough to somewhat dampen the release of homesickness; Arthur's heart seemed to beat faster at the same time his stomach contracted. Anxiety, not an illness he should fall to.
Concern, instead.
And battle-readiness, as the three of them approached the gates and found what laid beyond them to be mostly silent and strewn with rubble-- the same scene as most of the lower town.
At least until Arthur listened closer, and could hear the yelling of knights in the distance.
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What he also held mixed feelings about were the darkening clouds that seemed to gain in number the closer they got. The euphoria of being home was starting to eb away slowly under the tide of concern for the castle and the vague worries about their ability to ever contact Fandom again - although the first was, as always, of greater priority to Arthur.
By the time Camelot's spires became visible, jutting proudly up out of the countryside, the sky had gotten black enough to go for night. It was enough to somewhat dampen the release of homesickness; Arthur's heart seemed to beat faster at the same time his stomach contracted. Anxiety, not an illness he should fall to.
Concern, instead.
And battle-readiness, as the three of them approached the gates and found what laid beyond them to be mostly silent and strewn with rubble-- the same scene as most of the lower town.
At least until Arthur listened closer, and could hear the yelling of knights in the distance.
[[ ocd up! for those who be there! ]]
