Woods Surrounding Camelot, Wednesday Morning

[bitchprince]

After the feasts of a few weeks back, Arthur had fallen into the routine he preferred above all. Training, training, and more training, interspersed with some talks about minor adjustments in grain dispersion and the occasional audience for the public, as well as the odd hunt.

But he was hunting for something else today; he was hunting for contact with Fandom, or rather, his friends both on and off it.

As it turned out, having his old routine back made his thoughts about the island far kinder than they used to be.

[[ for phone calls, yes! ]]

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[raspberryturk]

"Try's the operative word," Reno pointed out, and then sighed. "Ah well, I guess I'll just have to cope, yo. You holdin' up fine out there otherwise? You caught a big deer, your knights don't look like a circus parade, that's a start, anyhow."

[bitchprince]

"True enough," Arthur said, knocking on the tree he was standing by. "No major threats of late, but that may mean they're simply biding their time."