Post by elle on Nov 28, 2009 20:52:10 GMT
The day was soft and clement when Gwen quietly closed the door to the small house. The sun had barely risen, but the first gleams of light were tinging the tips of the far off castle spires a soft gold. Gwen wrapped her deep, slightly worn, red travelling cloak around her shoulders, keeping off the early morning chill. There were a few dark clouds threatening far off on the western horizen, promising a bleak day tomorrow. Or maybe tonight, depending on if the wind picked up enough. Still, that was far enough off and Gwen didn't have anything hanging out to dry, she'd taken it all in that morning.
There were a few people already out in the early dawn, two of which gave Gwen a friendly smile as she passed. "Cold weather on the horizen." One old woman remarked. The weather was a commen topic of conversation between anyone. "Yes." Gwen agreed, returning the smile. "You should make sure that carpet's indoors when it hits." She indicated the slightly tattered rug the old lady was shaking out, she was met with a slightly confused silence. "I don't just mean you. I mean...everyone, everyone should just make sure they haven't left out anything." She tried to rally. The old lady simply smiled. "Have a good day, dear." Gwen gave a relieved smile and carried on, her red cloack flicking out behind her.
The castle drawbridge was already down, spanning the deep gorge between the castle citadel and the lower town, when Gwen approched. A cart was trundling across the solid wood, Gwen crossed, skirting around the large, covered cart. Her dark eyes gave it a quick glance out of curiosity, but she couldn't see through the dark cloth covering the horse pulled wagon, although it had to be rather heavy judging from the two large, heavy-set horses pulling it. People came and went into the Camelot citadel, as she did. Although most deliveries weren't made into the main courtyard, but around to the selected entrances which they were needed: say the kitchens if there were crops coming in from the villages. The driver climbed down off the cart as a few red garbed guards approched, spears in hand. Gwen gave a shrug and continued her way across the coutryard, cloak flapping behind her.
There were a few people already out in the early dawn, two of which gave Gwen a friendly smile as she passed. "Cold weather on the horizen." One old woman remarked. The weather was a commen topic of conversation between anyone. "Yes." Gwen agreed, returning the smile. "You should make sure that carpet's indoors when it hits." She indicated the slightly tattered rug the old lady was shaking out, she was met with a slightly confused silence. "I don't just mean you. I mean...everyone, everyone should just make sure they haven't left out anything." She tried to rally. The old lady simply smiled. "Have a good day, dear." Gwen gave a relieved smile and carried on, her red cloack flicking out behind her.
The castle drawbridge was already down, spanning the deep gorge between the castle citadel and the lower town, when Gwen approched. A cart was trundling across the solid wood, Gwen crossed, skirting around the large, covered cart. Her dark eyes gave it a quick glance out of curiosity, but she couldn't see through the dark cloth covering the horse pulled wagon, although it had to be rather heavy judging from the two large, heavy-set horses pulling it. People came and went into the Camelot citadel, as she did. Although most deliveries weren't made into the main courtyard, but around to the selected entrances which they were needed: say the kitchens if there were crops coming in from the villages. The driver climbed down off the cart as a few red garbed guards approched, spears in hand. Gwen gave a shrug and continued her way across the coutryard, cloak flapping behind her.
