The Preserve, Friday Afternoon
Friday, February 20th, 2009 12:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Crossbows were still right out for another week or two.
Traps weren't. And swords, despite the obvious lack of use they tended to be in the hunt. Knives, too. Spears were out, which hadn't kept Arthur from ordering Merlin to bring one.
They were going on a hunt, and while circumstances dictated that it would have to be a slow one, it wasn't going to stop Arthur. He needed this one. He needed it rather obviously, and no amount of Merlin's moon-eyed courting would keep it from him.
He snuck through the preserve with stealth and a clarity of mind. He could only hope that Merlin had somehow miraculously found his.
Not likely.
[[ chiefly for the manservant, but open preserve is open ]]
Traps weren't. And swords, despite the obvious lack of use they tended to be in the hunt. Knives, too. Spears were out, which hadn't kept Arthur from ordering Merlin to bring one.
They were going on a hunt, and while circumstances dictated that it would have to be a slow one, it wasn't going to stop Arthur. He needed this one. He needed it rather obviously, and no amount of Merlin's moon-eyed courting would keep it from him.
He snuck through the preserve with stealth and a clarity of mind. He could only hope that Merlin had somehow miraculously found his.
Not likely.
[[ chiefly for the manservant, but open preserve is open ]]