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Woods Around Camelot, Friday Morning
Jul. 30th, 2010 06:58 amArthur was in an excellent mood.
Father's favourite nobles had finally abandoned the castle once more, which meant that Arthur could at last leave the castle to do things that were more physically taxing than sitting in a chair pretending to be interested in some elderly Duke's stories.
A perfect time, one would say, for a hunt-- which is why Arthur had just ordered some men onto their horses and dragged Merlin along into the woods. Quietly. In theory, at least.
They'd left the horses behind close by, and now Arthur was pressed against a tree, crossbow in hand, peering between the branches in order to get a good line of sight on what actually appeared to be a bloody nice deer.
[[ for he who is there ]]
Father's favourite nobles had finally abandoned the castle once more, which meant that Arthur could at last leave the castle to do things that were more physically taxing than sitting in a chair pretending to be interested in some elderly Duke's stories.
A perfect time, one would say, for a hunt-- which is why Arthur had just ordered some men onto their horses and dragged Merlin along into the woods. Quietly. In theory, at least.
They'd left the horses behind close by, and now Arthur was pressed against a tree, crossbow in hand, peering between the branches in order to get a good line of sight on what actually appeared to be a bloody nice deer.
[[ for he who is there ]]
