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Post by Pandra on Jan 9, 2011 21:15:26 GMT -5
Pandra only nodded when she got the look to proceed leading them from Galahad. It felt odd to be leading men anywhere really. She'd only done it maybe twice before in her tribe and it was only because other men could not do it. It was just odd in her mind. She shrugged it off and proceeded to walk towards the doors the held the Roundtable. She was rather fond of the silence now. She didn't generally talk much with strangers of the other knights but here she'd actually reached her max quota for the day on the two. This was a rather interesting start to her time back with them. Her musing was cut off by a flurry of lavender that ran down the hall and backed up to see her. Pandra smiled at the young Princess who's guards were obviously failing at keeping occupied. She'd have to infrom Arthur about that. The Princess looked behind her before she spoke to Pandra.
"You back...Your back!" She said excitedly and then noticed the guards coming down the hall. "Yes Helena I'm back. I'll be with you shortly okay little one." Helena merely nodded her head and ran off past the trio giggling. Pandra looked back to the man and then addressed Gharvyd. "That is the young Princess Helena. She has a tendency to wander around and watch her father's men practice. Please be very careful if you ever see her in the practice feilds. It usually means her guards are not occupying her and I'm off doing other duties." There were a countless number of times she could think of that the young one had run off and Pandra had to go and fetch her when she caught wind of it. She was glad that most of the time the young Princess listened to her. She turned back around and stopped at the doors that led into the Roundtable.
Pandra pulled out the scroll that Gharvyd had given her and motioned to both men to follow her in. She bowed low to Arthur and gave him the scroll leaving the two boys to speak with the King alone. She walked out and went to find Helena so that she could figure out what had gotten the young one to run away from her guards this time.
(note: I play Helena)
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Post by Galahad on Jan 10, 2011 5:28:18 GMT -5
Galahad could not help but chuckle as little Helena ran past like a bolt of lightening. He was quite fond of the little girls company, not that he would ever admit that to anyone but himself. Helena reminded him of his younger sister Evy when she was that age, so energetic, curious and full of life. He knew that both of his younger sisters were not little anymore, they would be grown women by now and probably had their own families. But in Galahad’s memory they would always be the younger sisters he cared for and played with happily.
As they entered the grand room which held the round table Galahad took a deep breath and looked to Arthur. This room held many memories for him, some good but most were not. How many missions had he sat in his chair and argued against only to be quietened by Gawain? How many years had passed and he had watched as one by one the chairs grew empty until their was only a handful of Knights left? These were thoughts that Galahad would always be haunted with. He shook his head, dark curls bouncing about his face as he nodded towards Arthur.
“Arthur” He said evenly, there was no way he could ever call his Commander King it just seemed so... strange. “This is Gharvyd of Briton he comes with orders for you.”
(OOC: Not sure what you want to do since we don’t have an Arthur, I guess skip if you want to Grim? Or write or whatever you like I’ll just go with the flow!)
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Post by Gharvyd Varick on Jan 10, 2011 15:06:59 GMT -5
Gharvyd stepped in behind Pandra and Galahad. He had no idea what to expect, he had never been in the company of royalty, much less set foot in any form of building that housed royalty. He was pleasantly surprised to see it was rather homely in the large room that consisted of a round table with chairs surrounding it and some banners and flags hanging from the walls. It would have made Gharvyd much more uncomfortable had it been filled with a grandiose throne and velvet tapestries with servants pouring out of the woodwork like termites in a colony.
He heard the pitter patter of little feet as his eyebrow quirked with curiosity. Had he been anywhere else but the place where the King was, his hand would have immediately sought the dagger at his side. However he controlled his actions much more considering his surroundings and the guards that we watching him like a predator watches its next meal. Gharvyd allowed his face to betray a small smile at the sound and sight of a little girl who apparently appeared enamored by Pandra. After being told it was the Princess, Gharvyd was bewildered that she was allowed to run free, or rather allowed rather lax supervision. If it was Gharvyd that was King, and he had a child of his own, he is not sure that the light of day would ever touch his child. Rather extravagant thinking, but he knew it to be wrong. One should always have exposure to the world and the things that it provides, that is how humans learn to contend with difficult situations and survive.
Making a mental note about Pandra’s instruction regarding Princess Helena, and mindfully capturing the visage of the little girl so he would recognize her should he see her out and about, Gharvyd nodded his understanding and hoped he never had to see the child without her guards or chaperone of sorts. He feared what might happen should some person with not so pleasant thoughts and feelings to either her or her father would do should they come across her unsupervised.
Gharvyd cringed slightly at being introduced by Galahad, he hoped to do everything right and not mess up as he tended to do when in uncomfortable situations not involving a weapon to grip or a shield to hide behind. Taking a few more steps forward, until he was almost at the edge of the table, Gharvyd bowed turning his eyes down to the ground. He thought to go to one knee, but with his meeting Galahad and how he responded to calling Arthur King, and being very informal, Gharvyd thought that less was more. He dare not speak for he had yet to be spoken to, this would allow the King time to read the scroll and gather a first impression of Gharvyd, most likely a rather unimpressed one due to how unpresentable he was at the time. Gharvyd held his bow until he heard the King ordering him to be at ease.
Slowly, Gharvyd rose up to his full height taking in the sight of the King. A muscular man with black curls for hair, he appeared to be a man weighed down by the troubles of the world. The King betrayed no thought or emotion, he sat in the chair, unmoving like a statue. He wore no shiny robe or gold plated armor as he had imagined the Kings of old wore. Just a simple plain breeches and over shirt clad his body. Gharvyd noticed that the King was still reading the letter so Gharvyd remained motionless and silently watched, awaiting orders.
((I didn’t realize that the site did not have an Arthur char. I thought I saw someone logging in as him daily, but I must have been mistaken. Up to you, what you would like to do. As far as I’m concerned, Arthur would request that Gharvyd prove himself and would hopefully install Gharvyd in a beginning post. However if you have a better idea, please do share, or you could use your station as a knight to do what you think Arthur would do. I’m game for either way or any other suggestion you may have.))
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