Arthur Pendragon (destiny_awaits) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-02-11 18:40:00 |
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There's been a setting period, there still was a settling in period. There was so much that was new to him, modern and utterly confusing. He didn't like the 'devices' everyone seemed to enjoy communicating or rather arguing with one another on. Some things weren't so unusual, for one Merlin was completely disorganised – to be fair he hadn't been quite so dreadful as of late, but it had to be temporary; today Arthur had watched the sun rise and his breakfast had never appeared. So, he gave in and used the radio that Merlin had shown him how to use in order to get the attention of his manservant. He had responded and soon enough had assured he was on his way. Arthur continued to observe the 'tin' that he had placed on the dining table – wondering if he ought to put his sword to it, why would you choose to seal your food into an impenetrable metal structure, a tin according to Merlin anyway. Of course Merlin would be running late on the morning Arthur awoke with a purpose – the Wyvern. Their occupation of this land had gone on far too long and though Arthur had thoughts to rally those brave enough to face them. Only he envisioned it would end it some sort of squabble as to when how and where they should aim to defeat these beasts – so he planned to do it himself, alone and perhaps this achievement would lift him enough in the eyes of the Island's population to see him fit to rule them. Or perhaps he would simply inform them over their favourite form of commutation that they were in dire need of his leadership. Merlin had left cleaned clothing out for him which he pulled on – that much he had grown used to managing himself, though he'd need to wait for Merlin to finally appear to help him with the padding, chain-mail, plate armour and cloak. Eyeing the radio once more, he considered if he were to yell, it might get Melin moving a little faster than molasses. |