As so many of the misadventures of our kind do, it started with ennui.
Mine, hers-- a bit of both... It was my boredom with court that had me in the uncouth north, off in the disreputable moors and crags, to first meet Thomas.
Thomas! Thomas of Ercildoun, Thomas Rhymer, True Thomas. Idiot. Charming in his way, but really.
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I met Thomas on a Sunday morning... )
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ooc: This is fantastic. Robin's WOTD responses just get better and better.
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