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exsiliumlogs2012-12-29 09:10 pm
futurarex) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-12-29 09:10 pm
Entry tags:
oh, piled fathers, soft sighing daughters
Date & Time: December 29th, afternoon of
Location: the streets of the city
Characters: Arthur Pendragon + Arya Stark (which means a direwolf, too!)
Summary: in a land of displacement and a time of kidnappings, the strolling of one young prince takes him right in the path of a girl and her wolf. this will end super well. just your standard run of the mill random meeting log!
With precious little to do in the city besides train and wait for something to happen, Arthur often finds himself--well, they are not walks. Walking implies a certain amount of leisure, and there is little leisure in his walks. It's more like a patrol, the way he might patrol Camelot when tense. He doesn't don his full armor--perhaps he ought to, given Morgana's presence in the city. But there is little that armor would do to save him from sorcery, when all was said and done, and he will not look a coward.
So he goes out only in his tunic and ringmail and gloves, his sword at his side. There is rarely a threat that he sees--things to be wary of, perhaps--but today is different. Today he sees a wolf.
A wolf, the largest he's ever seen, moving through the streets as if it belongs there. Arthur stops short, first, his hand at his sword--a better weapon than no weapon, but if he must face a wolf, he'd prefer to do so with crossbow or spear. But it does not matter; he has no time to waste on wishing. A wolf cannot be permitted to stalk the city, making prey of all that it sees, and so he draws his sword and moves after it, as quietly as he can, scanning the street to see where it's gotten to--
Location: the streets of the city
Characters: Arthur Pendragon + Arya Stark (which means a direwolf, too!)
Summary: in a land of displacement and a time of kidnappings, the strolling of one young prince takes him right in the path of a girl and her wolf. this will end super well. just your standard run of the mill random meeting log!
With precious little to do in the city besides train and wait for something to happen, Arthur often finds himself--well, they are not walks. Walking implies a certain amount of leisure, and there is little leisure in his walks. It's more like a patrol, the way he might patrol Camelot when tense. He doesn't don his full armor--perhaps he ought to, given Morgana's presence in the city. But there is little that armor would do to save him from sorcery, when all was said and done, and he will not look a coward.
So he goes out only in his tunic and ringmail and gloves, his sword at his side. There is rarely a threat that he sees--things to be wary of, perhaps--but today is different. Today he sees a wolf.
A wolf, the largest he's ever seen, moving through the streets as if it belongs there. Arthur stops short, first, his hand at his sword--a better weapon than no weapon, but if he must face a wolf, he'd prefer to do so with crossbow or spear. But it does not matter; he has no time to waste on wishing. A wolf cannot be permitted to stalk the city, making prey of all that it sees, and so he draws his sword and moves after it, as quietly as he can, scanning the street to see where it's gotten to--
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Rather than waste her breath on a soft-minded fool, she walks away.