To uphold the tenants of chivalry!
Characters: Don Quixote and Utena Tenjou
Content: A prince and a knight walk into a bar - wait, that's not right
Setting: Somewhere in the Badlands
Time: About five or six months ago
Warnings: Epic misunderstandings.
Some of the people she met over the years said that Utena Tenjou's life was full of luck. However, there was a problem: she could never quite tell if they meant good luck or bad luck.
She pondered the dilemma as she trudged through the long stretch of desert. On the one hand, she managed to chase off the group of bandits that set camp nearby, who had preyed on the groups who traveled by horse, foot, and by caravan...including the group she rode in with. On the other hand, while she decided to fight, the others had chosen flight. By the time she returned, her fellow travelers had left her behind, with only faint hoofprints and wagon wheel marks to show where they went.
So here she was, wandering by herself, with no horse, no companions, and no clue where the next town or settlement could be. Utena sighed and wiped the sweat from her brow; she still had a canteen of water left, but she hoped she'd find another watering hole soon...
Content: A prince and a knight walk into a bar - wait, that's not right
Setting: Somewhere in the Badlands
Time: About five or six months ago
Warnings: Epic misunderstandings.
Some of the people she met over the years said that Utena Tenjou's life was full of luck. However, there was a problem: she could never quite tell if they meant good luck or bad luck.
She pondered the dilemma as she trudged through the long stretch of desert. On the one hand, she managed to chase off the group of bandits that set camp nearby, who had preyed on the groups who traveled by horse, foot, and by caravan...including the group she rode in with. On the other hand, while she decided to fight, the others had chosen flight. By the time she returned, her fellow travelers had left her behind, with only faint hoofprints and wagon wheel marks to show where they went.
So here she was, wandering by herself, with no horse, no companions, and no clue where the next town or settlement could be. Utena sighed and wiped the sweat from her brow; she still had a canteen of water left, but she hoped she'd find another watering hole soon...