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Post by Lady Morgana le Fey on Jan 17, 2010 22:05:04 GMT
As much as Morgana loved the beauty that was the winter, she did not like the fact that the stone castle made it way to cold to do anything. She along with the rest of court was stuck inside as the snow had whipped up and there was quite a storm outside so it was unsafe to venture out so she had to find ways to keep herself occupied. Morgana had hoped to while away the time in the library but even with the fires that were set to ward off the chill it was a cold place. She found that while she had been sitting reading the cold attacked her hands and feet despite the warmth she wrapped herself in.
Finding that she could NOT sit any longer, Morgana left the library and wrapped her winter weight cloak tightly around her. Where to go and what to do? As she walked through the various corridors she noted that by moving she stayed a little warmer. Sit and freeze or pace the corridors to keep warm? Either activity would keep her mind off the storm outside, but wandering through the corridors would keep her warmer than sitting...She wandered through the corridors of the castle.
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Post by rowen on Jan 18, 2010 4:10:06 GMT
Rowen tottered out of a corridor, trying desperately to watch where he was going over the large amount of books he had piled up in his arms. The pile came up piratically over his eyes, stopping somewhere at his eyebrows. It threatened to fall and scatter everywhere. He had to return them to the library. He hated trips back to the library, because he always had an armful, and he usually left with the same amount he'd come in with. Today, he decided it was too cold to bring back more than three books. But, then again, he always said something like that. Mostly, he came back with a lot more than he intended.
Rowan turned a corner a little too sharply. He knew what was going to happen a second before it did. The pile started to lean to the left. Rowen shuffled around, trying to balance it, but that only served to make the pile clatter to the ground and scatter in different directions. Rowen had only two books left in his arms, and he groaned as the crash reverberated down the empty corridor. Great, now he'd probably have to explain everything to an indignant guard. Quickly, he bent down and re-stacked the books and hefted them up again. He made sure they were steady, then continued on his way to the library.
Slowly turning another corner, he saw a lady, a noblewoman. Nearly dropping his books again in his haste, he tried to hide or get away (he didn't really know which) by shuffling down another hallway. The books threatened to fall again, and he froze to let them settle.
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Post by Lady Morgana le Fey on Jan 24, 2010 4:10:05 GMT
Morgana wandered down the current corridor she was in to one of the large windows. Peering out through the window she noted how strongly the winds were blowing outside and despite the boredom that was setting in, she was greatful to be inside and not out in the storm. She hoped that the citizens in the lower town were able to seek shelter from the storm. As she tore her gaze away from the window off in the distance she heard the sound of something crashing to the ground. From the echo along the stone walls she knew it was something significantly large or it had been dropped from quite a height. She waited a moment for the sound of someone in pain, but did not hear anything so she shrugged her shoulders and moved on further down the corridor.
As she approached a joining of another corridor with the one she was currently in, a man came around the corner carrying a huge pile of books that were balanced precariously in his arms. Had that been what she heard earlier hit the ground? Quickly she took in the state of his clothes and placed him as a general citizen. Morgana wasn't even able to get a word in before he retreated down another corridor. She remained where she had been for a moment simply staring in the direction he had fled. Surely she wasn't that much of a monster that a citizen would flee as quickly as he or she could? She liked to think that she was more than respectful to the lower class- Morgana more than tried to help in anyway she could...
Was he afraid that if he remained in the hallway he would have to explain what he was doing with the books or why he was lurking in the same hallway as the King's ward? Morgana had noted that the books he was carrying had threatened to fall, and most likely that had been the cause of the sound she heard earlier in the corridor. What to do? Of course Morgana could follow him and demand an explanation as for his odd behaviour or she could follow him and offer lighten the burden but would he, as a citizen, accept assistance from her- a noblewoman?
After momentarily weighing the options- angry noblewoman or nice noblewoman, she decided the second one might be better. Even if he was unwilling to accept her help she could at least offer to send a servant or guard to help him out? With that decision in mind Morgana followed him. As she went down the corridor he had fled down, she saw him trying to balance the pile of books. "That is quite a number of books for one person to carry- would you allow me to help you or find you someone who can help?"
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Post by rowen on Jan 25, 2010 0:47:43 GMT
Rowen stopped himself from jumping at her sudden appearance. It was like she had just come out of no where, but it probably seemed that way only because he had had to pay all his attention to the books. He looked sideways at her, the only way to see her around the huge pile which he was starting to get annoyed at.
It puzzled him that she wasn't demanding what he was doing here or why he was in this part of the castle, which usually not many average citizens went through. She seemed like a nice girl, and he smiled slightly at her offer. â€That's... um, very nice of you, my- my lady." He stuttered slightly. He'd never been good with words. Arm muscles protesting violently, he continued more quickly. "Some help would be very nice, thanks, my lady." The Cenred accent was still in his voice, even after all the time he'd spent in this land.
He decided to let her choose whether she wanted to help him herself or call for someone. Groaning slightly, he bent his knees and set the pile on the ground and put a hand on the top to keep them from falling over. He felt like a real true-blooded dork standing there. He wondered how he must have looked from this lady's point of view. Probably like some... well, dork. But that didn't really matter to him. He was a dork, and he accepted it with even a touch pride. He liked who and what he was, as well as his lot in life.
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Post by Lady Morgana le Fey on Jan 29, 2010 20:55:06 GMT
She was slightly amused by the fact that he had to peer sideways around the books to be able to see her at all. At times Morgana had been accused of spending too much time in the library surrounded by books- she could still remember the conversation with Arthur when he slipped into the library to avoid the King. Although not a lot of citizens came through this area it was one of the fastest routes back to the library- in fact that was where she had been coming from initially. â€That's... um, very nice of you, my- my lady. ...Some help would be very nice, thanks, my lady."
As she heard him speak up, despite the obvious nervous stutter, she could hear the traces of an accent. She recognized it to be from Cenred. Morgana watched as he struggled to set the pile of books down. "You must enjoy reading?" She sized up the pile of books. If they were to split the pile it would make it easier to carry. "I figure if we split the pile in half that should make the load light enough to carry?" Although Morgana looked like a delicate woman, anyone who knew her definately knew otherwise. She was as strong as they come-both in mind/temper and somewhat also in body. Before he had a chance to say that splitting it in half would be too heavy a load for her, she picked up what would become her half of the books. Morgana looked momentarily at the titles and was amazed by what he was reading.
She waited for him to pick up the remainder and headed off towards the corridor that the library was in which was actually back the way she had come. As the walked she was became a little curious as to what had brought the man to Camelot as the accent was certainly that of Cenred. "What brings you to Camelot?"
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Post by rowen on Feb 12, 2010 0:45:50 GMT
Rowen watched, surprised, as the girl picked up half the books, seemingly without much trouble at all. He would have never guessed she would help him. He'd guess that she would have called for a servant. But, either way, it didn't really matter. "Yes, true," he spoke easier now that he knew he wasn't going to get shouted at. He'd had that experience once, and didn't wish to have it again. He retrieved his own portion of the books and followed her down the corridor.
He thought about the question before answering. It didn't seem like a terribly complicated question, but Rowen had never been the type to answer anything completely if he didn't think it was worth the time. But he had no where else to go, and it would take a bit of walking to reach the library. "I moved here when I was younger, just because there wasn't many other places to go." He shrugged and tried a smile. "Amazing place, this is." It was true. He hadn't been anywhere more beautiful than Camelot.
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Post by Lady Morgana le Fey on Mar 23, 2010 13:44:59 GMT
"I moved here when I was younger, just because there wasn't many other places to go."
In a way he was sort of like her. She had also come to Uther's court when she was young- around 10 years old. Her father who had been the King's best friend had been injured on the battlefield and as he lay dying Uther promised to look after her. Despite the similarities however they were different- he was obviously a citizen/servant and she a nobleman's daughter/ward of the King, however Camelot seemed to be for many a unifying factor.
"Amazing place, this is."
Morgana nodded at his comment. "I agree with you. Camelot certainly is a beautiful place." As she walked, she continued to study the titles of the books. There were certainly some interesting reading. If someone were to walk down the hallways and see the Ward of the King carrying a pile of books like a servant they might question her sanity more than they already do, but Morgana did not care. It gave her something to do on this miserably cold day, gave her someone to talk to and it seemed an interesting person at that. "Was there a reason behind reading all these books or was it purely for pleasure?"
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Post by rowen on Mar 27, 2010 2:30:16 GMT
Rowen listened to her question, and thought about it for a moment before answering. He usual thought about his words before he spoke them - it helped to keep unpleasant misunderstandings from arising. "Some for the former, some the latter. A couple are books on foreign translations, others are just for fun." Or at least he thought so. It had been quite a while since he'd returned some of these books to the library. He glanced down at the titles of his own stack and hoped that the librarian wouldn't kill him for being late again. It had been a busy couple of weeks, though. Being a scribe wasn't the easiest job, but it certainly was a well-paying one. The books on translation were needed for an imperial manuscript of some sort - his job had become so normal that he'd forgotten what it had been about.
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