LOG: "I am not a sheep!"
WHO: 'Gawain' and 'Morgan'
WHAT: Settling in for the hiding
WHEN: 3 December
WHERE: On the Road,and In An Inn
Gwen played with the chain around her neck, on ornate one her father had made before...She looked over at the sleeping Morgan as breakfast cooked on the fire.
Morgan stirred and yawned as he pushed himself up. He looked around confused.
"We're still in the forest," Gawain murmured softly spooning out his lord's breakfast and offering it to him.
"I'm sorry, I'd forgotten," Morgan said quietly, sitting up and accepting the food. "Thank you."
Gawain smiled and nodded dousing the fire and rolling up Morgan's bed roll.
Morgan finished eating, watching Gawain work. "Where should we go?" He asked as he finished up. "Maybe help Merlin's town rebuild a bit?"
"Maybe somewhere where they don't know us."
Morgan looked at him. "It's not likely we'll be recognised."
"I know but I might say something or do something that may give us away."
"Perhaps..." Morgan sighed and looked at the road. "I suppose we could just keep going until we run across a town that looks like a good place to stay?"
He nodded "There's one no far from here that I've heard of....the tavern owner is apparently known for being hospitable
"We can go there, then," Morgan agreed.
Gawain smiled packing up Morgan's horse again. "We should head soon, it looks like it's going to be quite cold today."
"Winter's setting in," he replied. "I hope we don't miss the holidays."
She nodded with a soft frown checking on her horse, her mind floating back to her empty house.
Morgan stood, stretched, then went and lay a hand on Gawain's shoulder in comfort wordless.
He glanced back and smiled a little before sighing, "I hung your cloak up, you should put it on.
"I'll get it for you" He replied picking up the cloak.
"Thank you. Isthere anything..?"
"Oh...no I'm alright." He replied slipping it over Morgan's shoulders.
Morgan sighed, knowing it was not likely he wouldn't Gawain to open up, much as he wanted to.
He smiled a little patting his shoulder and unhitching Morgan's horse and pulling it towards him.
"Thank you,' He said, swinging up onto the horse and waiting for Gawain.
He smiled and jumped up onto his own blowing some of his afro out of his face.
"That's quite the hair you've got there," Morgan teased.
He blushed looking up at it as they rode, I don't understand how it got so tall."
"Maybe the curls all got much tighter?" Morgan suggested.
She blinked, "What am I supposed to do with it?" She asked watching it bounce as they rode
"I'm not entirely sure. I've seen some wear it in many braids?"
"Really?" He asked as he rode deeper into the forest.
"Looks quite fetching. Perhaps I can help you?"
He blushed ducking his head as he rode. "If you like."
"I'd like," Morgan smiled back.
He nodded, "Alright well like I said the town isn't far we should be there by the afternoon, I'm sure you can help me there."
"Once we have a room," Morgan agreed.
"Well I would rather not do it in the main tavern." He chuckled
"Of course," he laughed.
He laughed softly dropping his head before smiling a little looking over at him with a smile before racing ahead
"Gwen!" Morgan laughed, before racing to catch up.
"Gawain!" She called back with a laugh racing ahead, as the woods turned into fields
"Whichever! That's cheating!" He called forward as the horses hooves pounded.
"HOw's that cheating?" He laughed racing past the villagers
"You didn't set a marker!" he called, laughing as he raced ahead, trying not to trample anyone.
He giggled trying to catch up before slowing down as she reached the centre of the town slowing to a trot as they reached the tavern.
Morgan grinned and hopped off his horse, going in to negotiate a room for them.
Gawain climbed off taking the horses to the livery stables before taking the saddlebags and carrying them inside.
Morgan had gotten them a room, and had Gawain follow him up to it under the pretense they'd been travelling long, and wished to rest.
Gawain walked up to the room knocking on the door lightly.
Morgan opened the door and beckoned him in before closing it. "I kept
getting the oddest looks," He said,placing one hand on canted hip.
He watched him and smiled a little "Perhaps if you acted less like you and more like Arthur."
"Arthur is insufferable!"
"And a man." She pointed out.
".....Can I act like someone else?"
"Hmmm...Merlin?" Se asked amused as she unpacked their bags
"....No. How about Lancelot? He was lovely."
She smiled fondly, "Yes you could act as him." He replied looking around setting a bedroll for himself on he floor
Morgan grinned. "I shall, then. Let us get your hair tamed down."
He sighed looking over at him with a chuckle before walking over.
"What?"
She shook her head, "It doesn't matter," she replied sitting down in front of him.
Morgan pulled out a comb and tried to section off a piece for braiding. "This certainly is a lot of hair."
He blushed, "It's not my fault."
"I know."
He sighed dropping his head as he worked, "you don't have to do this if you don't wish." he replied with a smile.
"If I don't, you'll end up getting caught somewhere and I won't find you," he tutted as he started braiding.
"My hair will not get caught," he relpied with a laugh
"It might. In branches or something," Morgan nodded.
He chuckled softly, "Ah, so now I'm a bramble?"
"I could shear you for a pair of gloves," Morgan laughed, teasing.
"I'm not a sheep!" he replied with a laugh
"Could have fooled me," Morgan pet his hair a bit to demonstrate.
He laughed batting his hand lightly
"Ah well, sit still, I'm trying to braid," Mogan said, affecting boredom.
"He sighed, "If it dulls you so, you don't have to." He teased
"But what would the people think?"
"THat I have a cloud on my head?"
Morgan started laughing, having to stop and place his hands on Gawain's shoulders to steady himself.
Gawain smiled, leaning back. "Is it truly that bad?"
"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't," Morgan chuckled. "Maybe I'm just looking for something to keep my hands busy?"
"Your hands have to be busy in my hair?" he asked amused
"Oh yes."
He smiled amused wrapping his arms around his knees. Her head moving into the pull.
"Besides," Morgan said after a few minutes of braiding, getting into the routine of sectioning off each bit as he went along, "it's cathartic."
"Soothing?"
"Yes, exactly that."
"Well I'm glad it pleases you, it may take a little while though"
"I'm counting on it."
"Why?" he asked amused
"No particular reason."
"He smiled, "It does feel rather nice."
"Good," he replied softly.
He rested his head on his knees closing his eyes blissfully, "That feels lovely," he murmured finally relaxed.
Morgan smiled to himself, "I'm glad." and he was, to be able to do anything to make Gawain feel good... just like Gwen always helped her.
He sighed, closing her eye just for a few moments as nearly an hour passed before she opened them again waking.
Morgan put the finishing touches on the final braid and, thinking Gawain still asleep, placed a kiss atop his head before lightly shaking him. "Wake up, I'm finished," he said gently.
He blushed under the kiss before looking up, "Thank you, I hadn't meant to fall asleep, I'm sorry." He whispered
It's quite alright, I'm sure that made the time pass more amiably for you.""
"Oh no don't think I don't like your company."
"I'm sure I didn't say that," He laughed. "If I ever believed you did not wish my company, I would relieve you of your duties."
He smiled, "I am sorry." He murmured reaching up to feel the braids
"Why are you sorry?"
He touched them in amazement looking at them, "They're very well done. They must have taken you an age."
"I enjoyed doing it for you. I rarely get to repay your many kindnesses beyond your duties."
He turned and stood up before sitting next to him pulling on his own fingers awkwardly "Oh no, I'm happy to do them.
"That wasn't what I meant," Morgan rested a hand on his shoulder.
"Wht did you mean?" He asked confused.
"I meant that I wish I could show my appreciation for your efforts more frequently than I do. I do not wish for you to feel as though I do not."
"Oh I don't," He replied shaking his head vehemently before smiling, "I consider you my friend...if I may."
"Of course you may!'
He smiled ducking his head, "Thank you."
"Thank YOU."
He smiled scratching the back of her head, "I don't mind , would you like me to get you a drink?"
"You know,no one in this town knows us, or knows who we should be. You can do so, but I would like very much if you would sit for supper with me."
"Sit with you?" She asked watching him
"Yes. Sit with me, dine with me. As my friend."
He smiled, Alright," He replied with a smile walking to the door, "Here or outside?"
"Why not outside? Well, down in the pub, the weather's a bit crisp again."
He smiled, "Alright," He replied smiling happily
Morgan grinned and stood, then affected a half swagger. "Do I look like Lancelot?"
He laughd, "You look like Morgan." he teased
"Close enough," Morgan rolled his eyes.
He grinned holding the door open for him.
"You look giddy," He commented as he passed through the door.
"Sorry," He replieid trying to smother his smile.
Morgan barely suppressed his laugh. "Come on you, let us dine."
He smiled following him into the pub
WHAT: Settling in for the hiding
WHEN: 3 December
WHERE: On the Road,and In An Inn
Gwen played with the chain around her neck, on ornate one her father had made before...She looked over at the sleeping Morgan as breakfast cooked on the fire.
Morgan stirred and yawned as he pushed himself up. He looked around confused.
"We're still in the forest," Gawain murmured softly spooning out his lord's breakfast and offering it to him.
"I'm sorry, I'd forgotten," Morgan said quietly, sitting up and accepting the food. "Thank you."
Gawain smiled and nodded dousing the fire and rolling up Morgan's bed roll.
Morgan finished eating, watching Gawain work. "Where should we go?" He asked as he finished up. "Maybe help Merlin's town rebuild a bit?"
"Maybe somewhere where they don't know us."
Morgan looked at him. "It's not likely we'll be recognised."
"I know but I might say something or do something that may give us away."
"Perhaps..." Morgan sighed and looked at the road. "I suppose we could just keep going until we run across a town that looks like a good place to stay?"
He nodded "There's one no far from here that I've heard of....the tavern owner is apparently known for being hospitable
"We can go there, then," Morgan agreed.
Gawain smiled packing up Morgan's horse again. "We should head soon, it looks like it's going to be quite cold today."
"Winter's setting in," he replied. "I hope we don't miss the holidays."
She nodded with a soft frown checking on her horse, her mind floating back to her empty house.
Morgan stood, stretched, then went and lay a hand on Gawain's shoulder in comfort wordless.
He glanced back and smiled a little before sighing, "I hung your cloak up, you should put it on.
"I'll get it for you" He replied picking up the cloak.
"Thank you. Isthere anything..?"
"Oh...no I'm alright." He replied slipping it over Morgan's shoulders.
Morgan sighed, knowing it was not likely he wouldn't Gawain to open up, much as he wanted to.
He smiled a little patting his shoulder and unhitching Morgan's horse and pulling it towards him.
"Thank you,' He said, swinging up onto the horse and waiting for Gawain.
He smiled and jumped up onto his own blowing some of his afro out of his face.
"That's quite the hair you've got there," Morgan teased.
He blushed looking up at it as they rode, I don't understand how it got so tall."
"Maybe the curls all got much tighter?" Morgan suggested.
She blinked, "What am I supposed to do with it?" She asked watching it bounce as they rode
"I'm not entirely sure. I've seen some wear it in many braids?"
"Really?" He asked as he rode deeper into the forest.
"Looks quite fetching. Perhaps I can help you?"
He blushed ducking his head as he rode. "If you like."
"I'd like," Morgan smiled back.
He nodded, "Alright well like I said the town isn't far we should be there by the afternoon, I'm sure you can help me there."
"Once we have a room," Morgan agreed.
"Well I would rather not do it in the main tavern." He chuckled
"Of course," he laughed.
He laughed softly dropping his head before smiling a little looking over at him with a smile before racing ahead
"Gwen!" Morgan laughed, before racing to catch up.
"Gawain!" She called back with a laugh racing ahead, as the woods turned into fields
"Whichever! That's cheating!" He called forward as the horses hooves pounded.
"HOw's that cheating?" He laughed racing past the villagers
"You didn't set a marker!" he called, laughing as he raced ahead, trying not to trample anyone.
He giggled trying to catch up before slowing down as she reached the centre of the town slowing to a trot as they reached the tavern.
Morgan grinned and hopped off his horse, going in to negotiate a room for them.
Gawain climbed off taking the horses to the livery stables before taking the saddlebags and carrying them inside.
Morgan had gotten them a room, and had Gawain follow him up to it under the pretense they'd been travelling long, and wished to rest.
Gawain walked up to the room knocking on the door lightly.
Morgan opened the door and beckoned him in before closing it. "I kept
getting the oddest looks," He said,placing one hand on canted hip.
He watched him and smiled a little "Perhaps if you acted less like you and more like Arthur."
"Arthur is insufferable!"
"And a man." She pointed out.
".....Can I act like someone else?"
"Hmmm...Merlin?" Se asked amused as she unpacked their bags
"....No. How about Lancelot? He was lovely."
She smiled fondly, "Yes you could act as him." He replied looking around setting a bedroll for himself on he floor
Morgan grinned. "I shall, then. Let us get your hair tamed down."
He sighed looking over at him with a chuckle before walking over.
"What?"
She shook her head, "It doesn't matter," she replied sitting down in front of him.
Morgan pulled out a comb and tried to section off a piece for braiding. "This certainly is a lot of hair."
He blushed, "It's not my fault."
"I know."
He sighed dropping his head as he worked, "you don't have to do this if you don't wish." he replied with a smile.
"If I don't, you'll end up getting caught somewhere and I won't find you," he tutted as he started braiding.
"My hair will not get caught," he relpied with a laugh
"It might. In branches or something," Morgan nodded.
He chuckled softly, "Ah, so now I'm a bramble?"
"I could shear you for a pair of gloves," Morgan laughed, teasing.
"I'm not a sheep!" he replied with a laugh
"Could have fooled me," Morgan pet his hair a bit to demonstrate.
He laughed batting his hand lightly
"Ah well, sit still, I'm trying to braid," Mogan said, affecting boredom.
"He sighed, "If it dulls you so, you don't have to." He teased
"But what would the people think?"
"THat I have a cloud on my head?"
Morgan started laughing, having to stop and place his hands on Gawain's shoulders to steady himself.
Gawain smiled, leaning back. "Is it truly that bad?"
"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't," Morgan chuckled. "Maybe I'm just looking for something to keep my hands busy?"
"Your hands have to be busy in my hair?" he asked amused
"Oh yes."
He smiled amused wrapping his arms around his knees. Her head moving into the pull.
"Besides," Morgan said after a few minutes of braiding, getting into the routine of sectioning off each bit as he went along, "it's cathartic."
"Soothing?"
"Yes, exactly that."
"Well I'm glad it pleases you, it may take a little while though"
"I'm counting on it."
"Why?" he asked amused
"No particular reason."
"He smiled, "It does feel rather nice."
"Good," he replied softly.
He rested his head on his knees closing his eyes blissfully, "That feels lovely," he murmured finally relaxed.
Morgan smiled to himself, "I'm glad." and he was, to be able to do anything to make Gawain feel good... just like Gwen always helped her.
He sighed, closing her eye just for a few moments as nearly an hour passed before she opened them again waking.
Morgan put the finishing touches on the final braid and, thinking Gawain still asleep, placed a kiss atop his head before lightly shaking him. "Wake up, I'm finished," he said gently.
He blushed under the kiss before looking up, "Thank you, I hadn't meant to fall asleep, I'm sorry." He whispered
It's quite alright, I'm sure that made the time pass more amiably for you.""
"Oh no don't think I don't like your company."
"I'm sure I didn't say that," He laughed. "If I ever believed you did not wish my company, I would relieve you of your duties."
He smiled, "I am sorry." He murmured reaching up to feel the braids
"Why are you sorry?"
He touched them in amazement looking at them, "They're very well done. They must have taken you an age."
"I enjoyed doing it for you. I rarely get to repay your many kindnesses beyond your duties."
He turned and stood up before sitting next to him pulling on his own fingers awkwardly "Oh no, I'm happy to do them.
"That wasn't what I meant," Morgan rested a hand on his shoulder.
"Wht did you mean?" He asked confused.
"I meant that I wish I could show my appreciation for your efforts more frequently than I do. I do not wish for you to feel as though I do not."
"Oh I don't," He replied shaking his head vehemently before smiling, "I consider you my friend...if I may."
"Of course you may!'
He smiled ducking his head, "Thank you."
"Thank YOU."
He smiled scratching the back of her head, "I don't mind , would you like me to get you a drink?"
"You know,no one in this town knows us, or knows who we should be. You can do so, but I would like very much if you would sit for supper with me."
"Sit with you?" She asked watching him
"Yes. Sit with me, dine with me. As my friend."
He smiled, Alright," He replied with a smile walking to the door, "Here or outside?"
"Why not outside? Well, down in the pub, the weather's a bit crisp again."
He smiled, "Alright," He replied smiling happily
Morgan grinned and stood, then affected a half swagger. "Do I look like Lancelot?"
He laughd, "You look like Morgan." he teased
"Close enough," Morgan rolled his eyes.
He grinned holding the door open for him.
"You look giddy," He commented as he passed through the door.
"Sorry," He replieid trying to smother his smile.
Morgan barely suppressed his laugh. "Come on you, let us dine."
He smiled following him into the pub