Post by kinguthersqueen on Nov 20, 2011 17:10:49 GMT -5
The cold of winter had not yet set in, but there was a chill in the air, and the leaves had turned the forests brilliant shades of red, orange and gold. The crops had been mostly brought in now, and the food stores were being filled up for the winter ahead. The smell of smoke filled the nose as meat was smoked and salted to preserve it for the coming cold months.
Uther frowned on the common Samhain celebrations, given their close association with magic. Few in Camelot dared celebrate them, but he expected there would be those who would and kept a close watch, not hesitating to make arrests when needed. For the most part, however, there was an upbeat air, and the king had seen fit to take advantage of a chance to enhance his image a bit and of course commune with the nobles. This wasn't an inter-kingdom affair, though Uther would not prevent any shows of friendship that surfaced.
The peasants were mostly down in the courtyard, except for the servants of course, while the nobles talked and dined up on the balcony, generally having a good time. Uther just hoped Nimueh wouldn't show up to spoil it, she always did somehow. He was in a good mood for the moment, but it wouldn't last long with *her* around. He tried to focus on the festivities, but she was always try to push her way to the front of his mind.
When: SOmetime in season 1 or 2, while Uther's still alive and Morgana's less evil.
Uther frowned on the common Samhain celebrations, given their close association with magic. Few in Camelot dared celebrate them, but he expected there would be those who would and kept a close watch, not hesitating to make arrests when needed. For the most part, however, there was an upbeat air, and the king had seen fit to take advantage of a chance to enhance his image a bit and of course commune with the nobles. This wasn't an inter-kingdom affair, though Uther would not prevent any shows of friendship that surfaced.
The peasants were mostly down in the courtyard, except for the servants of course, while the nobles talked and dined up on the balcony, generally having a good time. Uther just hoped Nimueh wouldn't show up to spoil it, she always did somehow. He was in a good mood for the moment, but it wouldn't last long with *her* around. He tried to focus on the festivities, but she was always try to push her way to the front of his mind.
When: SOmetime in season 1 or 2, while Uther's still alive and Morgana's less evil.
