Post by ladyshalott on Sept 9, 2012 11:46:21 GMT -5
The winner is...
Caitrin!
Congratulations!!!!
Caitrin!
“Can I take the blindfold off now?” Caitrin asked as she came to a stop. Despite Griff telling her that she would enjoy this, and that she just had to have faith in him, she wasn’t enjoying it, and was finding her faith draining out of her. She had been practically dragged from the estate, through the fields and then into the woods, all the while blindfolded, because her husband had thought that it would be a ‘good idea’.
“Not yet.” Griff’s voice was quite a way off in the distance, and Caitrin tried to step forwards, but thought better of it. She was practically blind after all. Caitrin just sighed, and was about to make another comment when she felt Griff return to her, “Ready?” Her vision returned to her, and it took a few moments before she was able to focus on the little scene in front of her.
There was a small blanket that had been laid out with a basket, wine and pillows for them both, and a candle which was yet to be lit. Griff looked incredibly pleased with himself as he led his wife to the blanket. Caitrin was still in shock,
“What’s all this for?” She asked, a grin at her lips, Griff poured out a goblet of wine and handed it to her,
“Our anniversary, or did you think I’d forgotten.” Caitrin of course would never admit that she had thought that he had forgotten; instead, suspicion overran her guilt,
“Did Gwaine tell you to do this?”
“I’m insulted you would even consider that.” Griff said with a mock tone of annoyance. Caitrin knew that her husband was good friends with the knight, and it wouldn’t have surprised her if this had been his idea. However, she gave Griff the benefit of the doubt and opened the basket, but found herself frowning,
“Erm, Griff?”
“What?”
“There’s no food in here.” She told him, trying to keep a straight face, given her husband’s current expression. Griff took one look at the basket before groaning,
“I’m going to kill Gwaine.” Caitrin had already raised her eye brows,
“I thought you did all this by yourself.” Griff had stood up, and was looking off into the forest, probably hoping to catch the knight fleeing,
“He helped a little, someone had to watch this while I got you.” Caitrin just stared at him,
“So you thought Gwaine was the right person to watch over a basket full of food?” When she put it like that, even Griff began to wonder at his own logic. He turned back round to his wife, and scratched his neck; this was going so well. To his surprise, Caitrin was laughing. He’d expected her to be annoyed, and make some comment, but she was just...laughing. “Well, at least he didn’t have the wine.” Griff nodded, but began to grumble,
“No, true.” He said, taking a sip of his wine, “He just took my ale instead.
“Not yet.” Griff’s voice was quite a way off in the distance, and Caitrin tried to step forwards, but thought better of it. She was practically blind after all. Caitrin just sighed, and was about to make another comment when she felt Griff return to her, “Ready?” Her vision returned to her, and it took a few moments before she was able to focus on the little scene in front of her.
There was a small blanket that had been laid out with a basket, wine and pillows for them both, and a candle which was yet to be lit. Griff looked incredibly pleased with himself as he led his wife to the blanket. Caitrin was still in shock,
“What’s all this for?” She asked, a grin at her lips, Griff poured out a goblet of wine and handed it to her,
“Our anniversary, or did you think I’d forgotten.” Caitrin of course would never admit that she had thought that he had forgotten; instead, suspicion overran her guilt,
“Did Gwaine tell you to do this?”
“I’m insulted you would even consider that.” Griff said with a mock tone of annoyance. Caitrin knew that her husband was good friends with the knight, and it wouldn’t have surprised her if this had been his idea. However, she gave Griff the benefit of the doubt and opened the basket, but found herself frowning,
“Erm, Griff?”
“What?”
“There’s no food in here.” She told him, trying to keep a straight face, given her husband’s current expression. Griff took one look at the basket before groaning,
“I’m going to kill Gwaine.” Caitrin had already raised her eye brows,
“I thought you did all this by yourself.” Griff had stood up, and was looking off into the forest, probably hoping to catch the knight fleeing,
“He helped a little, someone had to watch this while I got you.” Caitrin just stared at him,
“So you thought Gwaine was the right person to watch over a basket full of food?” When she put it like that, even Griff began to wonder at his own logic. He turned back round to his wife, and scratched his neck; this was going so well. To his surprise, Caitrin was laughing. He’d expected her to be annoyed, and make some comment, but she was just...laughing. “Well, at least he didn’t have the wine.” Griff nodded, but began to grumble,
“No, true.” He said, taking a sip of his wine, “He just took my ale instead.
Congratulations!!!!