Fun and Games (Elenora) Aug 20, 2012 18:23:07 GMT -5
Post by thegwaine on Aug 20, 2012 18:23:07 GMT -5
The evening was going unnaturally well in Gwaine’s opinion. Not that he was being too pessimistic about these things, but something usually happened at one of these feasts. There was always something that went wrong at these sorts of occasions. He had thought when the entertainers decided to strap Arthur up and throw knives at him that it would all go downhill from there, however they were all still here and now that the feasting was all done the nobles were all mingling about in the hall, whilst dancing and music took place. Gwaine watched the dancers with a grin on his face; his eyes as usual following the most beautiful women of the court. It was his way after all. Grinning, Gwaine broke away from his fellow knights, deciding that he had been neglecting the fairer sex for some time now. Gwaine continued to watch the ladies who were dancing, most of them seem engaged, or uninterested in anyone but their partners which was disappointing to put it lightly. Sighing, Gwaine ran a hand through his hair, it was sometimes hard to attract attention in a place where his reputation was so well known. That was one of the problems with staying in one place, when he had been a nomad he had been able to disregard a reputation as soon as he had stepped out of that village or kingdom. Here his reputation hung about him like a bad smell, so he had toned his actions down somewhat, though not completely. He was still allowed to have some fun.
Walking around the hall, Gwaine let onto one lady he would have nothing to do with this evening, Lady Caitrin was the wife of one of his close friends, Griff Aubert, and he knew his charms wouldn’t be well received by her or her husband. He bowed to the lady who laughed at him, and waved him on. She knew what his intentions were that evening, and had no time to humour him it would appear. Blowing her a mock kiss, Gwaine continued on his way, uplifted slightly. Lovers were one thing, but you could never replace friendship. Speaking of which, where had Merlin got to. No, Gwaine had to focus, this was about finding a woman to charm, to make sure he had not yet lost his touch. He sometimes feared that women would wise up to his tricks, and even start using them against him. He shuddered at the thought, in other kingdoms he had always been so fresh and new; here he was just Sir Gwaine, and he was always here. Some called him a peasant knight, it was a title he wore with honour; after all, he knew the truth about his background. If individuals sought to judge him on his status then he would let them; actions spoke louder than words, and he would be the one protecting their necks and land, not the other way around.
Shaking his head to rid himself of the thoughts, Gwaine looked up and his eyes were struck by a beautiful brunette who he was only slightly familiar with. He was sure her name was Elenora, or Nora, or something like that. One of the knights had once pointed her out to him, though he could not remember which it was. Running a hand through his hair, Gwaine approached the woman with a confidence that came easily to him and bowed to her, “Forgive the intrusion my Lady, but a beautiful woman should not be alone at such a busy function.” He drew up and grinned at her, “Or at least, that is my opinion.”
Tagged: Lady Elenora
Timeline: During the feast for Arthur’s birthday in ‘The Wicked Day’
Time of Day: Evening
Location: The Great Hall[/color][/size]