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Posted on September 6, 2016 at 03:04:33 AM by arthur
The bemused expressions on the guards' faces in reply to 'petitionitis' probably explained why they had so many break-ins. Only Sergeant Kellig saved the king from face-palming violently. All was not lost. Arthur sat back in his chair and watched Mallos work. It was a wonderful show to watch when it wasn't aimed at you. And then it was. "Grace? Really?" Arthur sighed, feeling Mallos' hand on his shoulder. It was followed almost immediately by one of his least favourite sensations. Teleportation did not suit him. It was replaced almost immediately by the feeling of falling. Arthur hit the waves feet first and plunged below the surface. It was cold. The shock made him gasp, filling his lungs with salt water and he sunk into darker water. This wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind. His clothes held him down, but he forced himself to kick his way to the surface. The king emerged coughing into the fresh air and brushed his fringe out of his face with his fingers. He turned around to fix Mallos with a hard look but found the Spaniard disappearing back beneath the water. "Be careful what you wish for, Arthur," he muttered to himself as he treaded water. Mallos reappeared later wearing an expression that made Arthur groan. Nothing good ever followed that look. "Between you and Tristan," he replied, "I'll probably be dead before I'm forty five - why?" There wasn't time for an answer. Arthur felt something brush against his feet and then water began to erupt all around him. "Make that forty three!" he shouted to Mallos over the noise, grinning despite himself as one of the whales raised its tail into the air in a salute. The whole situation improved even further when Mallos choked on a mouthful of water. Around them the whales began to sing; a ghostly otherworldly sound which drowned out the crash of the waves and the calling of the gulls. As one of the great creatures swam past Arthur reached out and ran his hand over its skin. It was smooth and wet with a gentle heat he hadn't, but should have, expected. "Friends of yours?" he asked as he was showered with more spray, "or is this on the list of coincidental things that could only happen to you?" The whales sunk back beneath the waves and Arthur took the opportunity to look around them. There was nothing but open water stretching endlessly in all directions, no cliffs, no rocks, nothing. The whales reappeared, their wide mouths filled with food. "We're going to smell delightfully by the time we get home, you know," Arthur commented, wrinkling his nose up against the stench of fish. "If we ever GET home of course." A baby wall nudged him with its nose and he laughed as it lifted him out of the water. He had to admit it; this was better than paperwork. Falling back into the water with a splash he dived below the surface again. The whales were even more awe inspiring underwater. He conjured an air bubble for himself and swam lower, weaving his way in and out of the circling pod. As he got lower, and the water colder he expanded the bubble to encase himself entirely in a field of warm air. Then gleam of metal in the darkness below caught his eye.  |
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- continued in the open ocean. - By mallos November 2, 2016 at 08:45:48 PM
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