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Post by Guinevère on Jan 30, 2013 18:09:29 GMT -5
Gwen handed the blanket to her brother and then walked away, letting their short conversation end there. She was worried about him, and feared for his life but she knew better then to play mother hen. Elyan would--like any man with pride--not like her fussing over him. Even if he was elder, she felt like he was younger. As if she should be protecting him.
Not him going off to help protect her heart's greatest love.
She stole a glance at Arthur, as she picked up the rest of the blankets that they had found in the upper rooms. Months had eaten at them, so their were holes all though them but if you used more then one then you could still be warm. Luckily when the kings who owned the castle left they did not seem to have taken everything.
Guinevère looked over at the newest of the group, for a short moment unsure what to think of a man who was so strong but had been so kind thus far. She'd had meet every man but him before this, and each had found a way into her heart for different reasons. Wither by their charm, or heroic actions. She was a bit nervous about approaching Percival, for his size alone was threatening, yet she wanted to make sure each man was very warm tonight, and well feed.
Before she approached him with blankets she wanted to get a pallet readied for him on the floor like she had with the others. Walking to a place near the fire she sat the blankets down. She had pulled every blanket she could find for both to lie on and to cover with. There were some large iron candle holders all around the room. They were taller then her and she could not lift them. In this area there were three that she would have to move in order to make room for the tallest knight.
Wrapping her hands around the thinnest part she pulled and slowly it started to slide bit by bit.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2013 23:49:10 GMT -5
Percival stood in the room with the other men. The only one of the group he knew well was Lancelot. The others, he may not know well, but he trusted to some extent. They had all fought together, had each others backs. And from the interactions he had with Arthur, Percy got he feeling he was different from most nobles. At least any Percy had encountered.
He could not help but let his mind wander to his family. Most of the time, he tried not to let his mind go there. Dwelling on the past did nothing, as it would change nothing. It would not bring them back. Right this moment, he wished though that they were here among the living, to see him as a knight of Camelot. A small village farm boy, a commoner, had become a knight. He supposed they were looking over him as spirits, at least he hoped so, but it was not the same. Never in his dreams had he thought such a thing would happen to him, and he had Arthur to thank for it.
Snapping out of his thoughts, he looked around the room, and saw Guinevère struggling with one of the large candle holders. He made his way over to her and said, ”Milady,” then put his hands on the candle holder she had been trying to drag. ”Let me help you,” he said kindly, as he lifted it with ease. Percy was strong, he could move boulders after all. ”Where would you like it?” he asked as he looked at her around the holder. It would not be right to watch her struggle, when he was able and willing to assist her.
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