The Knight's First Night
Who: Arthur and Guinevere
When: Arthur's first evening in Haurvatat
Where: their hotel room, 634
What: Settling in (threaded here rather than in the community due to backdating and lack of much direction with the thread)
Arthur let out a long breath as he sank down onto what Guinevere had said was called a couch. He thought that he finally had the hang of things around their rooms, the basics of how to operate most things, as well as a lot of the vocabulary... but, how extensively different this world was from their own made his head hurt at the thought of how much he was going to have to absorb in the rest of Haurvatat. At least, he was not alone here; Merlin had appeared to be well established here, and Guinevere had picked up a lot in the last week.
He smiled a little as he watched her. Whoever had decided to assign him to her room had neglected to mention the fact to her, moving in an extra bed and chest of drawers while she was out. That the drawers and cupboard contained most, if not all, of his clothes (and that Guinevere's were here, as well) was very strange. Stranger still was finding his armor, his crown, and the dull sword his father had given him for the tournament, all neatly tucked away in the cupboard, too. How they had gotten here was a mystery... but no more so than the fact that they had all been brought here. Still, sharing quarters with her was one thing about which he had not one complaint. He would have preferred that they made the decision themselves, mutually agreeing to it instead of being forced into it, but the outcome was too satisfactory for him to be all that concerned.
"You do not have any ale, do you?" he asked hopefully. It did not seem like something Guinevere would necessarily keep, but he could very much go for some right then.
When: Arthur's first evening in Haurvatat
Where: their hotel room, 634
What: Settling in (threaded here rather than in the community due to backdating and lack of much direction with the thread)
Arthur let out a long breath as he sank down onto what Guinevere had said was called a couch. He thought that he finally had the hang of things around their rooms, the basics of how to operate most things, as well as a lot of the vocabulary... but, how extensively different this world was from their own made his head hurt at the thought of how much he was going to have to absorb in the rest of Haurvatat. At least, he was not alone here; Merlin had appeared to be well established here, and Guinevere had picked up a lot in the last week.
He smiled a little as he watched her. Whoever had decided to assign him to her room had neglected to mention the fact to her, moving in an extra bed and chest of drawers while she was out. That the drawers and cupboard contained most, if not all, of his clothes (and that Guinevere's were here, as well) was very strange. Stranger still was finding his armor, his crown, and the dull sword his father had given him for the tournament, all neatly tucked away in the cupboard, too. How they had gotten here was a mystery... but no more so than the fact that they had all been brought here. Still, sharing quarters with her was one thing about which he had not one complaint. He would have preferred that they made the decision themselves, mutually agreeing to it instead of being forced into it, but the outcome was too satisfactory for him to be all that concerned.
"You do not have any ale, do you?" he asked hopefully. It did not seem like something Guinevere would necessarily keep, but he could very much go for some right then.