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Post by neav on Aug 18, 2010 12:03:54 GMT -5
"What if I were to say that I do not accept your apology."
Neav slowly stood back up, uncertainty clear on his face. The giant-man still smiled as he said it... was it a joke? Surely people did not refuse an apology for something so small as a crash. But even as he thought the self-comforting words, a chill of fear began to grow inside him. Something was not right. Neav took half a step back... and suddenly, moving faster than he would have thought possible, the man grabbed his shirt and hauled him into the nearest alley. It was narrow and dark, thick with shadows. Any happens would be passed unnoticed by the people on the busy streets.
Neav tried to cried out but his throat would not work. Any words seemed caught behind a huge swelling of fear in his throat. He struggled, twisting desperately in the man's hold but he may as well not have bothered for all the good it did. The stranger was unbelievably strong, easily pinning him to the wall. Neav felt the stone scrape roughly against his back. He tried to twist away again - and suddenly fell still, almost paralysed with fear.
The cold edge of a knife was pressed against his throat.
Neav's eyes grew so wide they threatened to swallow his face.
"Please," he whispered, suddenly finding his voice. The speaking made the knife painful against his skin. "I did nothing wrong..."
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Post by neav on Aug 18, 2010 11:16:24 GMT -5
"No - no, I'm not hurt," Neav said, though the way he clutched his chest as he dragged breath back into his squashed lungs made his words seem a lie. As he waited the moments it would take for him to be able to run on, he stared up at this giant of a man with who he had collided. Neav did remember seeing him before. However, that did not really mean much. Neav had an appalling memory for faces, though he remembered well every horse that he met.
He took a last, deep ragged breath.
"I'm sorry I never looked where I ran, sir." Neav finished, and crouched to pick up his copper coin. He had dropped it at the man's feet in the crash.
((That is ok. And I am so very sorry for the shortness of my post... I think my imagination is tired today.  ))
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Post by neav on Aug 18, 2010 10:51:27 GMT -5
Neav was about to obediently return to the tack-room, but suddenly Kazira was crouched beside him, checking the mark on his face. He pulled back from her, eyes wide.
"It is nothing..." he whispered. But it did not stop her from rounding on Master William with anger burning in her eyes. Neav chewed his lips. He wished Kazira would not make a fuss! It was his fault he had abandoned his duties and her attacking Master William with angry words could only make things worse.
As if to prove his thoughts, the head groom folded his muscled arms across his chest.
"Indeed?" he asked, staring down at Kazira. Neav could not see it, but the man's eyes had gone from anger to mild amusement. "Well, my lady, I apologise if my actions have... upset you." And his voice was heavily patronizing. "But I would point out that the boy is mine, not yours. Obviously you have never been carer of any boy or you would know they need discipline." Master William did honestly feel he was right within his actions. It was only how any master might treat a servant-boy. Kazira's threats did nothing more than amuse him, and he turned once again to Neav.
"Well, boy. As the lady was complimenting you on your bravery - though I doubt it -" he added with a twist of his mouth. "We say no more about this matter. If you go to your work now!"
Neav knew better than to disobey that voice. With a glance back at Kazira, he ran off to the tack-room. He knew that he had not heard the last of the matter, that he could expect some teasing about his lady-friend protector and that the story would spread through all the grooms. He gave a small sigh, touched his face gently. Kazira just did not understand what was right and what was not.
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Post by neav on Aug 17, 2010 18:07:28 GMT -5
"If you do not know the King, you cannot truly comment on his thoughts," Neav said mildly, making a little braid in Chance's mane. It was not many people who could make such a statement without sounding disproving. But Neav's voice was so soft, so un-opinionated that his words seemed nothing more than a thought which had strayed from his mind.
He did not guess what line Kazira's thoughts were taking. Of course if he had taken a moment to consider it, he might have. Not so long ago he had warned Kazira of the King's magic-hating! But Neav was now comfortable enough with the girl's company not to worry about hidden meanings in her every word. Instead he glanced at her, giggling when she called herself "mouthy."
Suddenly a voice bellowed through the stables making the horses startle and stamp.
"NEAV! Just what do you think you are doing, boy?"
The laughter dried in Neav's throat, his face turned deathly pale. He remembered with sudden fear the tack he had been cleaning when he had sensed an intruder in the stables - the tack he had left unclean.
The head groom, Master William by name, stood at the far end of the stables with his hands on his hips. His thin brown hair fell rough-cut to is shoulders and his brown eyes blazed. He strode towards the boy and his horse, long legs quickly covering the ground.
Neav put a gentle hand against Chance.
"Hush," he told her, voice tight. "Don't do anything. I deserve..." He got no further. Master William had reached them and hauled Neav away from the mare by a handful of tunic. He give Kazira nothing more than a quizzical glance before rounding on his stable-boy.
"Well! Skirting your duties, hey? Playing pretty with a mare when when you should be working!"
On the last word he hit Neav across the face. The blow was hard and Neav staggered, head ringing. Chance pawed the ground anxiously, and every horse in the stables now had their heads out, watching. They did not like it when their boy was hurt.
"It that tack going to clean itself?" Master Williams demanded, pointing back down the stable. "Get back in there. I don't feed you so you can play about. My lady," he added, turning at last to Kazira. "I am apologise if the boy has inconvenienced you in anyway."
((I hope this is alright, to bring William in? If not, I can always change it. I just thought something different needed to happen...))
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Post by neav on Aug 15, 2010 19:14:05 GMT -5
Neav gave a long, soft sigh. The Prince had not grown angry. Instead he seemed almost amused, as though Neav's fears were funny.
Neav did not really mind. He would far rather the Prince found him funny than tried to kill him.
Though Prince Arthur now said that he had no intention of killing him at all. He had been pretending, then? That made no sense for Neav. People who taunted and scared others for fun did not exist in his world. In his world, he was beaten for faults and ignored if he did well. His advise was sought for horses and nothing more, and he was never thanked for his knowledge or ideas. It was simple, and understandable.
But Neav realised that the Prince was a completely different kind of person. He worked in a way Neav could never begin to understand.
The obvious fear had left the boy's eyes. He was contented to believe, for the moment, that Prince Arthur wished him no harm.
"I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, Sire..." Neav said because he knew a Prince was never wrong. And if the Prince was never wrong, then the misunderstanding was his own fault. Thought inside, Neav was still wary and afraid. When you have believed someone tried to kill you, it is hard to give up that belief and fear all in a moment. Of course it did not help that Neav knew the Prince could still kill him if he wanted, and no one would question his actions. At least that was what he believed.
((Oh! I think playing Neav's first day as Arthur's stable boy would be fun. Maybe we can get them back to the stables now, without more mishaps, and start again as the next day?
Oh but wait... what is the timeline of the episode? Wont all those monsters attack and get in the way? Is that happen tomorrow?))
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Post by neav on Aug 15, 2010 18:59:52 GMT -5
Neav gazed thoughtfully at the knight, not realising that it could be seen as rudely staring. Sir Lancelot du Lac had actually gone backwards in his journey simply to escort a stable-boy back home. Gillyflower stopped walking and also turned her head to regard the knight. The effect of the double stare was almost comical!
Neav had assumed that when Sir Lancelot offered to escort him that his was travelling in that direction anyway.
He must be sick of me, Neav thought. First I have to be saved from a boar and now he has taken me in his reverse direction.
But why did Lancelot think he would not be welcome in Camelot? Maybe he had a fight here once, with someone important... but Lancelot seemed nice. It was funny to imagine him fighting.
Idiot, Neav told himself, realised how silly his last idea had been. He's a knight. Of course he fights! Killing people is his job.
It was then Neav noticed that he was staring. Quickly he dropped his gaze, embarrassed. The mare Gillyflower lowered her head to nose the grass, for all the world as though she were embarrassed herself.
"Oh, no sir," Neav said quickly. "Of course I cannot ask you to go anyway you'd be unwelcome." Though he would have liked to ask why Lancelot was so sure he would not be wanted, Neav did not. He had been rude enough already.
"And... thank you. For saving my life." Neav looked back up, icy eyes bright and earnest. "I owe you the deepest of debts." He did not know how he could ever repay such a debt.... He was only a stable-boy, and not a very brave one. But one day he hoped that he could.
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Post by neav on Aug 13, 2010 22:14:52 GMT -5
Neav ducked his head, missing the smile on the Knight's face. The boy was not used to such compliments and so was unsure of what to do with it. Of course he knew he was skilled at his work. He must be, if he was given jobs such as caring for the Prince's horses. But he did not really think about it much. Certainly he was never given the opportunity to become swollen-headed - none of the stable-hands were exactly free with praise. If something was done right and well, no one said anything. It it was done wrong, there was cursing, a quick beating and the order to redo it correctly.
And it was easy for a Knight to talk about not being shy. Neav supposed no one had ever tried to hurt him for voicing an opinion. He supposed also that Knight's were not afraid of anything. It was different for them.
They were coming close to Camelot now. Glad of a reason not to have to find an answer, Neav looked up.
"We are close to Camelot, sir," he said. "Are you... are you coming into the city? Knights visit often enough." Though Neav had never caught more than a glimpse of those grand visitors, he did take care of their horses. He would not have minded Lancelot du Lac staying in the city. This knight was probably the first who Neav was almost unafraid of!
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Post by neav on Aug 13, 2010 22:00:43 GMT -5
Sometimes, when there were a great many messages to be sent from Camelot, Neav was up-graded from stable-boy to messenger. He was even lent the clothes that went with the job - couldn't have a royal messenger looking like a street-urchin, after all.
Though Neav missed the horses while he was away, he loved the chance to do nothing but ride all day, as fast his mount would go. Best of all was the chance to speak to his chosen horse without anyone looking strangely at him or asking stupid, pointless questions about what he did.
This time he rode the grey mare Sheer Folly. Pure Arabian, she was delicate and fast and Neav loved to ride her. It had taken them two days to reach their destination, and after another day and a half of riding they were now almost home. Neav had removed Folly's bridle, though he would put it back on once Camelot was in sight. People would give him weird looks otherwise. They moved now at a slow walk; both boy and horse were tired. Neav guessed that even if they walked the whole rest of the way, they would reach Camelot before nightfall.
Suddenly the boy stiffened. So attuned to him, Folly lifted her head, also suddenly alert. There were horses near by. Neav had felt them rather than heard them, and in the strange way he could not explain he knew which two they were.
"Tempest..." he murmured, naming the Prince's dapple grey charger. "And Redberry?" Neav frowned. What would Tempest be doing in the company of Redberry? She was so old and tired, she should not really be out at all.
Neav coaxed Folly into a trot. He wanted to find out what was going on. As the Prince's personally stable-boy, he was fairly responsible for Tempest, and Redberry being out worried him...
Then he rounded a corner and saw the funniest thing.
At the top of a slight incline stood the tired old mare and the charger. Mounted on Redberry was Prince Arthur's manservent - Neav forgot his name for the moment - and Tempest was stubbornly refusing to move.
Neav let out a giggle. It looked so silly! Why on earth was Merlin (as Neav suddenly remembered him to be) not riding Tempest? He guessed that the servant was supposed to be excersing the great charger, but he would do it much better if he actually rode Tempest. The proud creature was objecting to follow such a horse as Redberry.
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Post by neav on Aug 13, 2010 0:28:14 GMT -5
((I am glad you like it.  And I am very happy to continue playing, if you are enjoying it still. I just worry that Neav is so nervous I do not give you anything to work with and make the playing difficult for you.))
Neav rubbed the back of his hand over his mouth. Biting his lips was a nervous habit of his, and the Prince made him so nervous that he had been chewing them almost constantly. It was beginning to hurt.
Prince Arthur was certainly not making things easy. He had shown the terrible trouble Neav could get in for saying the wrong thing, yet he was insisting on a truthful answer that Neav was sure he would not like.
And he could not see any way out of answering. Apologising had not worked and now.... Neav sighed helplessly. He would just have to tell the truth as softly as he could and hope with every part of his soul that the Prince would not take offence.
"I- I thought..." Neav began, drawing strength from the horses around him. "I thought that you were going to... to kill me." He swallowed. "Because I was rude to you... sire," Neav trailed off, voice barely above a whisper and watched the Prince with huge, anxious eyes.
Would he be angry? Would he take it as an accusation that Neav had no right to make? What would happen?
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Post by neav on Aug 11, 2010 22:56:11 GMT -5
((Ok. With your permission, oh great Prince, I am going to name him Tempest.  Also, if you are running out of things to say, we might return to Camelot and so finish the thread... poor Neav is now too scared of Arthur to say anything much, and I worry this makes it difficult for you.... ))
Neav chewed his lips, turning the question through his worried mind. The close comfort of the four horses, the safety of the herd, stopped him from panicking again... but it did not make that question any easier to answer. A person could not say just anything to a Prince. Neav had learned that back in the clearing. But nor could he tell a lie. Neav never told lies.
But how could he tell the truth? How could he say, you confused me so much with all your questions... and then I thought you were going to kill me. Maybe kill Gillyflower also, for ripping your sleeve and I was so afraid I just didn't know what to do... He could never say all that.
Eyebrows knotted in a worried frown, Neav began to speak.
"I..." but he still did not know what he was going to say. "I am sorry, Sire." Maybe if he just apologised again, the Prince would leave the question alone? It was worth a try...
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Post by neav on Aug 10, 2010 0:35:28 GMT -5
Neav had almost given up being surprised at what Kazira did and said. She seemed to act strangely every other second. But so long as the boy was expecting her to be strange, he found it was growing easier to deal with. Neav supposed it was because she was a witch.
So when Kazira began to laugh about Kingfisher being the King's favourite mount, he did nothing more than wait for her to finish, wait for an explanation. However, when the explanation did come, Neav found himself being surprised again. He had not given it up, after all.
"You mean you know the King?" he asked. In his mind, if Kazira could comment on the thoughts of the King then she must know him very well. And that was madness, for everyone knew how the King felt about magic!
((It is ok... I am running out of things to say also! We could start to bring this thread to an end, if you wanted....))
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Post by neav on Aug 9, 2010 18:32:23 GMT -5
Neav ran a hand down Nobel's neck, daydreaming about being the person who would look after him. A tiny, happy smile started to dance on his lips when he heard the Prince say,"We need to toughen you up a bit."Neav looked up in alarm. The smile vanished. That did not sound good. He was not sure how a Prince might 'toughen up' a stable boy, but it did not sound enjoyable. At Prince Arthur's next question, Neav cheeks grew hot. He just managed to stop himself from snapping back "do you try to kill stable-boys, often?". It did seem to him a very unfair kind of question. But then, he supposed that a Prince could ask anything he wanted to, really. Besides, Neav did not cry often. But no-body had ever tried to kill him before, either.
"No," Neav said, quietly in control of his tongue. "I don't cry often." But it was impossible for him to keep the annoyed tone from his voice. It really was a very unfair question.
((You know, I re-watched the Curse of Cornelius last night and there were actually four horses. I remembered wrong! There are the two bays (one light, one dark) and a white, but there is also a dapple grey. Oh well... maybe someone else caught him. ))
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Post by neav on Aug 9, 2010 17:31:03 GMT -5
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Post by neav on Aug 9, 2010 17:28:47 GMT -5
((It is fine for everyone to join, of course! ))
Neav twisted in the ranger's hold, turning to see who had spoken up for him. A lady he did not know... though Neav had a bad memory for the faces of people, he half-thought he had seen her before. Maybe she worked in the Castle, somewhere. But his terrified mind would not let him think on such things for long. Would the ranger really believe he had done no wrong, even if this lady spoke for him?
That question was soon answered. The ranger gave him a rough pat on the head, saying he believed him. Neav felt weak with relief. He could hardly grasp that he was going to keep his fingers, after all.
Neav felt his cheeks grow hot as the ranger commented on the smell of his clothes and placing him correctly as stable-boy. He bit his lip. He knew he smelled of horses, but no one had ever commented on it before.
"Yes," Neav whispered, still not over his fear. "I work in the stables."
Then the lord-ranger spoke to the lady who had vouched for him, naming her as Lady Guinevère. His icy eyes flicked up to her. Was she a Lady? She did not look like one. Though, if she knew the Prince, maybe.... and who was he to say who was a Lady and who was not?
Suddenly another man joined them. Neav looked up, startled again. The boy was always skittish and having come to close to loosing a hand did not make things better. Though Neav did not remember this Knight's name, he knew the horse he rode. Copa.
Neav finched intintivly as the knight moved to mess his hair. It was not often he received such affectionative gestures. Nor was he used to being with such a crowd of people, all talking to each other! He did not know what to do or say. |
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Post by neav on Aug 8, 2010 20:39:40 GMT -5
There was only one greater joy than riding a horse, and that was riding as part of a heard. Neav began to feel calmer, safer as they rode the return to Camelot. Nobel's back was warm and comfortingly solid under him, the others were close all around. Neav gave a small sigh. On horseback, no one could hurt him. As part of a heard, he was safe.
Neav was careful to keep his small heard a little behind the Prince. Though Nobel was no so happy to be following Sheer Folly - he would rather be out in front - he did obey the commands Neav gave.
When the Prince began to speak again, Neav held his breath. Was there more trouble to come? He could not believe his ears when the Prince actually started thanking him. And then offered him a job as his personal stable boy for a reward!
Neav's head span. There was no question as to wanting such a position. Though he was terrified of Prince Arthur, Neav adored his horses. Being the Prince's stable boy would mean he cared for Comet, Nobel and Rising Sun. He would chose which was best for the Prince to ride, he would saddle the horse up and be ready to cool it down again when the Prince had finished. Neav could not have thought of a better reward if he tried.
Of course, if the Prince had been anyone else, Neav might have wondered if he were a little mad. First he had wanted to kill him, and now he was giving him this! However, whatever the Prince did had to be right, so...
"Thank you. Thank you, Sire," and though his voice was not much more than a frightened whisper, the delight was obvious in his eyes.
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Post by neav on Aug 8, 2010 20:08:07 GMT -5
Neav staggered as the gasping hand bough him to a sudden halt. He twisted to stare at his captor, flinching as the man raised a hand to strike him....
When they were suddenly interrupted. A quiet, commanding voice asked to know what was going on. Neav stared up at the newcomer, eyes wide with fear. He was so tall! He looked as though he never smiled, never laughed. And Neav's captor called him 'my lord', as he cried out for Neav to have his fingers cut off.
Neav felt sick with horror. If he had no fingers, he could not work with the horses! He needed his hands for grooming, for saddle and bridle buckles, for checking the horses for injuries or sores... if he lost his fingers he would loose his whole life. His mind a whirlwind of fear, Neav did not resist as the lord took the purse from his hands. What did he mean, in his custody? What he mean to do?
Neav began to tremble as the lord placed heavy hands on his shoulders, knelt to meet his eyes. But the words he spoke did not sound condemning. He asked as though he might actually listen to the answer.
Neav felt a faint glimmer of hope. Maybe it would be believed that he were not guilty.
"No, my lord," his whispered, copying the other man's way of addressing him and hoping it were correct. "I swear I didn't."
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Post by neav on Aug 7, 2010 23:08:02 GMT -5
Neav wandered through Camelot's market square, weaving his way between busy people and their stalls. It was not often that the stable-boy gained an afternoon off. It was even rarer when he decided to spend it away from the horses he loved.
As he walked past a wagon loaded with farm-goods (with his eyes on the workhorse that pulled it rather than the fruit), Neav heard some kind of commotion ahead. He looked up. Shouts of Thief! and Cut-purse! danced on the breeze. As Neav watched, a dark-haired boy about his own age came racing towards him, stolen purse caught tight in his hand. Behind him moved a scrambled of people.
Neav stepped back to the edge of the street, not wanting to get caught up in that wild race. But the boy seemed to be heading right for him. As he passed he knocked heavily into Neav, pushing something into his hand. Instinctively, Neav grasped it. The boy ran off without a backwards glance.
Neav looked down. The boy had given him the stolen money. He frowned, puzzled. Why would anyone go to the trouble and danger of stealing something, only to give it to a stranger? Surely the thief had not mistaken him for some accomplice.
Then it dawned on him. The thief-boy had not passed the prize, but had passed the guilt. One small, dark-haired boy looked much the same as another.
Neav paled. The ones who had chased the thief were close now. Sometimes thieves had a hand cut off, he knew! He began to run, thinking only that he did not want such a dreadful punishment, not thinking at all that the best thing to do would be to go towards the justice-seekers and give them the thing back. To run was to show a person's guilt, after all.
Neav was fast, but they were too close. Before he had gone three steps he felt a hand close on the back of his tunic.
Timeline: sometime after the Curse of Cornelius
Place: Camelot market Square
Tags: Open - you can be the one who has caught Neav, someone watching, whoever
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Post by neav on Aug 7, 2010 19:48:59 GMT -5
Oh, I see.... so it is not supposed to mean anything!
It is like I imagined it to be, also. Are you going to draw more?
Thankyou for your permission! I will post it up so you can see, if you would like.... I have made Moros in the picture too. He is black and white... I was sure you said he was a black and white dog?
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Post by neav on Aug 7, 2010 19:39:38 GMT -5
Neav felt his cheeks grow hot and he stared at the floor. That had muddled him, to be told he had a great heart when he was confessing to something as weak as a fear.
Besides the fact that he was not used to compliments at any time, and was not sure what to do with this one.
Still staring at the stable floor, Neav missed the flicker of anger that passed through Kazira's eyes. Nor did he catch it from the tone of her voice, being unnatural at conversation as he was. To him, it just seemed like another question.
"Yes," Neav admitted. It never occurred to him that he might lie to save his pride. For one thing, Neav never told lies and for the other he did not really have a pride. He was not that sort of person. But nor would he gave Kazira the details of what had happened to make him so afraid... not unless she actually ordered him too. It would seem too much like complaining. Besides, it had all been his fault, really.
Only when Kazira asked about Kingfisher did Neav looked up again.
"The King," he answered, glancing over at that stallion. The only horse in the stables that was pure barb (most of the rest were Arabian or fell-horse crosses), he was the largest and most powerful of them all. Neav remembered when they had bought him as a foal at a horse-fair, five years ago now.
"Not always, of course," he added. Kingfisher continued to ignore them. "But he is his favourite."
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Post by neav on Aug 7, 2010 19:25:29 GMT -5
Neav did not know that his confusion had been noticed. If he had, he would have been quiet embarrassed. As it was, he merely nodded at Lancelot saying memories grew dimmer with time. He was glad that the knight did not seem to keep wanting to talk about troubles past.
"Yes," he agreed, not even flinching as Gillyflower danced sideways, nervous of some harmless shadow. It was almost as if he had known she would skitter before she did.
Then he grinned, because the next couple of questions were all about horses.
"Sher-Fore is lovely," he said. He has all the marking of a true Arabian, and the polite temperament also. We have some Arabians," Neav continued. "Two stallions and a mare are pure of that breed... Gillyflower is half Arabian." And it was true that the delicate Arabian face and legs showed up well on the young mare. "Most of our horses are a mixture of Barb and Arabian." Neav made himself stop, then. He could have gone for hours on the benefits of horses breeds, giving lists of the blood of almost every horse in Camelot. But he would not; he hardly thought that Sir Lancelot wanted such information. It would not really be fair to bore the knight who had saved his life.
Neav almost laughed when he was asked if he spent much of his time chasing horses. Sometimes it felt as though it were the only thing he did!
"Often enough," he answered. "Whenever anyone looses a horse it is me who is sent to fetch it. Because they know I'm fast," he added, without any hint of pride. It was merely an explanation. Neav was not really a prideful sort of person.
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And I am very happy to continue playing, if you are enjoying it still. I just worry that Neav is so nervous I do not give you anything to work with and make the playing difficult for you.))
Also, if you are running out of things to say, we might return to Camelot and so finish the thread... poor Neav is now too scared of Arthur to say anything much, and I worry this makes it difficult for you.... ))
