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Post by Sir Alexander on Oct 14, 2011 22:30:47 GMT -5
Alexander was nervous. He tried not to show it around the other knights, he didn’t want them to think he was weak. Alexander had not gotten much sleep that night. He had been sitting there shining his armor for the longest time. He needed to get away and have some time to clear his head before the preparations of the tournament needed to begin. He got up and quickly dressed, before leaving his quarters.
He walked into Camelot, not sure where he was going. The early morning sun shone brightly on him and the dirt crunched under his boots as he walked. He walked for a while and then realized where his body had chosen to go unconsciously. Home. Well, The home his father had raised him in. He stood near the house and put his hand above his eyes to block the sun so he could see better. Not much had changed in all these years, on the outside anyway. He knew the inside would be different. It had to be. His Father had not changed anything after his Mother died. That is what his father had always said, Alexander had never gotten to meet her. It was times like this that he missed both his parents. He wished they could see the man he had become.
Time line: Early morning during Valiant.
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Post by Brynn Reade on Oct 15, 2011 20:05:28 GMT -5
Like every morning Brynn was gathering her geese to get them to the meadows outside Camelot’s walls. She loved the crisp morning air, when Camelot was not its usually bustling self, when few people were on the streets and those who were minded their own business. There was a special feeling in the air even, something Brynn couldn’t quite grasp, but it was different from any other time of day, be it midday, afternoon, evening or night. It was like the very texture of the air was more fragile, and not loaded with a day’s happenings like a fresh sheet of parchment, not touched by a quill before. Like the very day itself seemed to anticipate what was to come, in silent, patient waiting, content to be unwritten as of yet.
Brynn though needed not think far to know part of what this day would bring, and it filled her with excitement. Camelot was seeing a grand tournament, with only the best of Camelot’s and foreign knights allowed in this most honorable of all contests. It might seem peculiar for a girl, but Brynn always had enjoyed seeing the knights fight, she even had a secret hiding place in the parapet, coming from the meadows that let her peek towards the training grounds were Prince Arthur was exercizing his knights every day. Whenever she could afford it, Brynn snuck away from her geese, left them alone for a little while and went there to watch, so far gladly undetected in years.
Today she might also find a little time to watch the tournament, though she knew she would have to strike extremely lucky to still get a place in the crowded stands for the servants and other commoners. Too many were excited like her and wouldn’t want to miss this for the world. But she simply couldn’t keep the geese in on a beautiful day such as this, they would run rampart and drive everyone in the keep crazy! Better to miss a bit of fun than risking chaos and punishment following after it. Brynn had just reached the lower town, keeping her fosterlings together with a little whip, when she spotted someone strolling ahead. Shielding her eyes, Brynn was astonished to recognize one of the young knights of Camelot. What was he doing out here? Still, it wasn’t her place to pry, so she merely lowered herself into a little curtsy when she passed him, calling out:
”Good morning, Sir! I wish you good luck on the tournament later!”
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Post by Sir Alexander on Oct 16, 2011 21:49:36 GMT -5
Alexander turned and saw a young woman curtsy to him. He nodded in acknowledgment. She looked familiar to him, but a lot of people did, as he had been in Camelot all of his life. Alexander did not believe he knew her name. He offered her a small smile and said, “Good morning. And I thank you. Will you be attending?” He wondered if she enjoyed seeing the tournament. He thought most people in Camelot did, or at least there was always a high turnout. He knew seats were usually hard to come by, if one was not either in the tournament or royalty. However, he had to figure not every person enjoyed it. It was nice to know someone wished him well today. Alexander knew if his parents were here, they would be doing the same. He probably would have been practicing with his Father at this very moment.
While tournament days made him nervous, he tried not to think of the many things that could go wrong. Worrying about that would not do him any good, and would only serve as a distraction. He could not afford to be distracted. Tournaments made him happy as well. The town seemed to be more alive when there was a tournament going on. Everyone was full of excitement and anticipation. Alexander could not deny he was too. He was anxious to see how well he would do today. Hearing the people of Camelot cheer for him and his fellow knights was always humbling to him. He wanted to make the people of Camelot proud, not let them down. And he wondered who this years champion would be. He hoped it would be someone from Camelot.
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Post by Brynn Reade on Oct 20, 2011 4:08:49 GMT -5
Brynn hadn’t really expected the knight to answer her. That was not common custom after all! Someone a little too stuck-up might have even monished her to speak out first when she hadn’t been asked, though of course there was also those who believed that if there was to be exchanged any words at all, the greeting of course had to come from the servant first. The goosemaiden had never given it much thought, these were rules she had practically imbibed from infancy and thought nothing wrong with them. And yet, he had thought it appropriate to ask her a question. Which of course meant she had to answer. Not that she didn’t want to. Brynn might not be the most talkative girl on earth, but she was by no means a sociopath. Keeping her geese close to her instinctively, she now focused on mustering a decent reply, something that was not too bold, but also not quite submissive.
“I hope I can, Sir. But first and foremost I have to care about these fellows”, she indicated to her cackling herd with a smile. “They need to be looked after, but hopefully I can sneak away for a little to watch the tournament. I would truly hate to miss it.” Not only because the whole of Camelot basically hadn’t been talking about anything else for weeks, and this was the event of the month, but also because Brynn herself liked to see the knights fight. Of course she couldn’t voice any of this, and she would keep this as one of her dearest secrets, but there was no harm in thinking it, yes? She realized her thoughts had been straying and in her anxiety to not appear impolite, she got bold enough to voice a question of her own. “Who do you think will win? Someone from Camelot?”
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