@ladyofthetriple + Would be some fun.
❝ Why Morgana, what has your attention drawn? ❞ she asks as she saunters over, elbows leaning against the rail and sapphires peering downward.
@ladyofthetriple Artheia was utterly bored—her training with the knights had finished an hour ago, and had no duties that required her attention. So a stroll through the halls was the plan—until, she came across her father’s ward—and a smirk crossed her lips. She could manage to mess wirh her. +
@oncefutureking7 finishes. ❝ Now, we should get a move on. Is that servant of yours tagging along? Or have you finally decided to leave him behind? ❞ (3/3)
@oncefutureking7 know what you’re up to, Arthur Pendragon, and I shan’t rise to that challenge. I’ll be riding comfortably for these 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙨 in trousers and shirts, thank you very much. ❞ there’s a rise to her head and she’s rolling her eyes as she (2/3)
@agrimwarlock chalk that up to what she had just said; she was drunk, still. However sobering by the moment. Sober enough, that she’d noticed the telltale signs of druids the moment her eyes had laid on them.
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@agrimwarlock but she does have a head. ❝ You claim you be keepers of this sword—❞ she waves it about a bit. ❝ And yet, you allowed a drunken teen to pull it out. ❞ she’s aware she’s talking, and not giving much of a chance for explanation—and she can (4/5)