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[sonofpellinore]

Lamorak is back at the stables, giving his horse some much needed attention. He's finally beginning to feel like himself again, more or less, and he might even be smiling absently as he runs a brush through his horse's mane. Feel free to come bother him.

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[cyranosavignien]

Cyrano has been trying to force himself out more - he's been locked up in his room, working on treaties that discuss time-travel and multiple dimensions. Those things have been on his mind.

This day, however, he does step out, and his idle foot steps take him to the stables. "Morbleu! And I did not even know there were horses here."

T: And if you want a Gwen to come along, for awkward purposes or what not, just say so. XD

[sonofpellinore]

He looks up with a smile. "Mine came with me, but I think some are native."

T: As you like!

[cyranosavignien]

"Is that so? Tudieu, I've not seen or ridden in over half a year, en vérité." He pauses, and bows. "Cyrano de Bergerac, Monsieur."

[sonofpellinore]

A small half bow in return. "Sir Lamorak de Galis, formerly of Wales. Then Camelot."

[sissy_queen]

Gwenevere no longer has a project, which makes her a bit more restless. Unable to read extensively due to her extremely limited literacy, she opts to walk out, and finds herself walking heedlessly to the stables.

Upon seeing Lamorak, she pauses. "Sir."

She's not sure what to do with him.

[sonofpellinore]

"Your majesty." He straightens and bows. "How are you, this day."

[sissy_queen]

She inclines her head, regally. "Well enough, Sir Lamorak. And yourself?"

[sonofpellinore]

"Well, I thank you, m'lady. Are you thinking of taking a ride?" He is genuine, but not overly familiar; almost a peace offering.

[hadley_bright]

"I say!" Hadley-Bright cries cheerfully. "It's been an age. However have you been?"

[sonofpellinore]

He smiles. "Dead. But I recovered."

T: It's a Hadley-Bright! Yay.

[hadley_bright]

Hadley-Bright laughs. 'There are times I've certainly felt the same.'

T: let me know if you wanted anybody else. :o

[sonofpellinore]

He coughs. "...well. I'm afraid I meant it a bit literally."

[fairandcold]

'Do they belong to you, my lord?' Eowyn asks from the stable doorway after a moment of watching his obvious familiarity with the horse. 'The horses?'

[sonofpellinore]

"Just this rascal here." He smiles, then adds, "my lady. I brought him from home. The others were here before."

[fairandcold]

'He is handsome,' she says, coming nearer for a better look. 'And are the rest free to whoever would use them, as all else in this place? They seem too well cared for to have no master.'

[sonofpellinore]

"I know that there are a few who have an eye for horses, who make sure they are fed and groomed. I try to care for the others when I'm here for mine. You know horses, lady?"