Arthur Pendragon (unites_kingdoms) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2013-10-29 00:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | arthur pendragon, guinevere |
Who: Arthur & Guinevere
Where: The woods
When: Sunday morning/afternoon
What: The weather might be on the cold side, but they're venturing outdoors on horseback
Warnings: Fluff. It's their speciality.
Status: Closed/On-going
It hadn't been so difficult to arrange, as he had heard there were stables and though the opportunity to join a group on a trail might be pleasant, yet better still they might lease two animals for the day and take them out as they pleased. Dressed warmly for what would be a somewhat chilly experience, Arthur met Guinevere at their flat, only hearing a farewell from Morgana, as she saw to the distraction of a clingy pup, as much as Arthur wanted to greet both Morgana the young dog, it would likely only hinder their departure in Bran realising his mistress was leaving for the day. Guinevere had kindly brought their lunch, a small assortment that would mean they did not need a third packhorse, Arthur would have had to ask Merlin along too. As much as Arthur might have preferred something more elaborate to present to Guinevere at Merlin's expense, at this stage their privacy was perhaps more important. If Morgana was gaining independence from her handmaiden, it would be rather poor form for Arthur to continue to ask more of Merlin. Together they collected their mounts, a pair of very calm, content beasts that seemed most suitable for a steady wander through the woods which were not far off from the stables. They were also offered a route thought best to navigate, though they might deviate from it a little. Soon they treaded through slowly, conversation shared lightly as the horses walked on through sights that could have easily been within the bounds of Camelot, there was something comforting about that. Were he in fitter health, Arthur might have suggested a short canter, but all the same he thought the meander was pleasant. As their horses wandered through a clearing, near a small brook Arthur pulled up his horse, settling back in the saddle to take in their surrounds. “Do you think we ought to eat here?” He asked Guinevere with a smile. Arthur certainly could do with a break, not that he would admit to such. "It seems just the place." |