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Posted on May 20, 2010 at 09:24:38 PM by Arthur & Nimueh
A R T H U R & P E N D R A G O N All great men do wicked things, but people are more willing to forgive them At least this part of the castle was quiet, occasionally someone who had grown tired of the crowds in the eastern side would walk past the door, but rarely did anyone stop, or sit down on the floors in contemplation. Arthur was tired, exhausted even, he had spent weeks walking around trying to help people, handing out the blankets, organising rationing, making sure that everyone had somewhere to sleep, and other organisational things. He knew it was necessary, but he had never really had the patience for such things and had regularly sought sanctuary in the one room in the castle which he had kept locked. It was where he was that morning, his knees on the upholstered bench at the front of his home-made chapel, head lowered respectfully to the statue before him. He was not praying, not really, he was thinking, finding this place the best place to do so, no one knew where he was when he was in this room, which meant that there was less of a chance of interruption. The only person who knew where to find him was Nimueh, he had brought her to this room before the floods, and she had smiled at him in an understanding way, and promised to keep it to herself. He loved his mother for that reason, she always seemed to understand him, or at least, she always seemed to care. The general buzz of talking voices had been almost constant over the last couple of months, to the extent that it was now pretty much background noise. Arthur however was dragged from his meditations by the sound of a louder voice, louder than others and almost demanding attention. The young King sighed, lifting his head and crossing himself, before getting to his feet and moving out through the doors, padlocking them closed behind him, and moving across the stone floors in the direction of the disturbance. Rounding a corner his grey eyes settle upon a familiar figure, in a flowing dress of midnight blue, her long black hair falling down her back. ”Hey” Arthur says, resting a hand on his mother’s arm, “what’s going on?” Nimueh looked around, her face breaking into a large smile at the arrival of her son, and quickly threaded her own pale arm, through his strong one. “Its Joel” she told him, glancing further down the corridor where the man was standing surrounded by people, giggling lightly to herself at the sight of Avalon hopping cautiously towards the meeting to find out more about what’s going on. ”I think he got bored and is now trying to get people to be helpful.” Glancing at her, Arthur raised an eyebrow, she seemed different, happier, and he was not quite sure why, especially after all the flooding, “some people might lend a hind, some have become a little lethargic I think, lost the motivation,” Nimueh nodded in reply to this, ”They’ll expect you to be there Arty, go on, I’ll catch up in a minute” Nodding Arthur moved forwards once more, moving around the crowd in order to stand just behind Joel, waiting for the man to finish speaking. ,”No one will be killing anyone Joel, if they don’t want to help, its their prerogative, they stay if they want to stay.” He said in such a way that he hoped would not give the older man reason to hit him again, and he thought that Joel might be as keen as him to avoid a repeat of the great hall incident, ”you could each set up your groups depending on your powers and the jobs Joel has given you, talk to each other, get to know one another, and everything will be much more effective.” Smiling, he offered the chancellor a respectful nod, ”Do you want me to lend you a hand Joel?" He turns now, intending to change out of his armour before going to help with the repairs on the castle, guessing that his strength might come in handy with such a job. Nimueh drifts past him, and rests a hand on Joel’s shoulder, and Arthur’s eyes narrow slightly, surely not? Unaware of her son’s look, the woman leans forwards to whisper in Joel’s ear standing on tiptoes in order to do so, being only small and slight for her level, ”you couldn’t not do something could you?”  |
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