Myles Storm (takethewhite) wrote in awod, @ 2009-12-28 23:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | geric dondarrion, myles storm, week 1 |
kingsguard training
Who: Myles Storm, Geric Dondarrion
What: Tourney training
When: May 3rd, morning
Where: The Red Keep courtyard
Status: Open to Geric
Rating: PG-13 (violence)
It was mid morning and just after breakfast when Myles finally made his way to the castle courtyard, fully clothed in his steel and mail, struggling to keep a yawn from bursting forth, his eyes still partly crusted with sleep. If he had had his way he would have still been in bed right now, seeing as he did not have the duty of standing by the King's side for his protection until much later that night, but he had made the arrangement himself to train with Geric before the upcoming tourney could embarrass him publicly, and he just wished that his fellow knight of the Kingsguard hadn't chosen a time so damnedly early in the morning for them to train at. He cursed the sun barely peaking out from behind the clouds and hovering just over the rim of the castle walls, and averted his eyes from the glare. It was a sure thing that he was not at his best this morning, and hoped that it would not result in injury; going up against the best swordsmen that he had the pleasure of knowing was generally a bad idea, even when he was at his most alert.
The air was surprisingly cold for a summer morning in King's Landing, but Myles shrugged off the chill and brought one of his trademark, winning smiles to his face upon spotting his fellow man-at-arms, and waved with a burst of energy at Geric. "So good to see you, and looking so awake so early, I might add." Myles had always been one to be close not only with others of his rank but also those whom he shared a special sort of bond with, and when he reached Dondarrion he embraced him with one arm, taking care not to dash their armor together. "I envy you, your ability to rise with the sun. It has always been a trial for me."
Placing his helmet and visor that he had been carrying under one arm on the bench nearest them, Myles sat down beside it a moment to observe the fairly deserted courtyard that they now stood it. "At least we have the optimum weather, yes?" He grinned again, a sort of childish expression, but one he had never been able to rid himself of. "Bright, but not so bright that I shall be blinded by the sun on your steel. Perhaps by your dashing good looks, though, I had not considered that."