I'm not the Knight in the story books. In fact, I'm far much smaller than most, I can see the dead, I can even juggle but @LetTheDoveFly can see beyond that.
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-- nose and forehead to wrinkle tightly. "Suppose it was. I'll send him an apology note."
"You're being sincere, I take it?"
"Completely."
-- curl of his brims.
"Still...it's a bit rough." The Squire continued on.
"Too much?"
"Tad bit, Sire, aye."
Artemus scrunched his --
-- job."
"All the more dramatic to tell my fathers. Don't you need a little bounce in your day, Sid?" Artemus jested with a leveled --
-- the wooden handle, heaving it closed. Sid pressed a very unappreciated sight to him. "Was that truly necessary? He's just doing his --
-- and will not do this right now. Tell the damned Court Sorcerer that I decline his order."
With that, Artemus had clinched onto --
-- this must be a prank. No." He concluded with a shake of his skull. "No. I'm riding into battle whether he approves or not. He cannot --
-- from the table. A small dip of his torso respectfully. "Sire."
Artemus nearly hissed. "You have got to be bloody joking. Please --
Mordred narrowed his glance a pinch as his blue optics caught sight of the moving warlock. He inhaled sharply once relieving himself --
-- his hands behind him in a respective manner so to appear as if he was doing chores for Artemus. "Come in." Artemus offered loosely.
Mordred took note of how Merlin was behaving. Still, he chose to ignore such.
Artemus slanted his head towards the door. Sid pushed --
-- be the best King. And who knows? Your dad's will both live on and you have extra time to..."
"Sid," Artemus started quietly. "Please --
-- over his knight's features, scanning it. "Are you alright? This is going to work out for the better. I know it is. You're going to --
-- his features. He pressed his lips together tightly. What was he doing?
Sid, trailing behind him as he usually was kept his optics --
"Thank you." Mordred said, moving his attention towards Merlin once more.
The Prince released a thick breath, a hand drifting through --
-- as well. Right or wrong.
Mordred went on, his tone inclining. "Merlin, this is going too far. Pull back, now."
-- world of thoughts. Was this a good idea? All points were very valid, however. He had to take into perspective of his own boy's wishes --