The Stables: Saturday morning
Falling off a haybale and onto your back was not an auspicious way to start any day.
Especially when wearing armour. And having no idea where you were. "What?" Galahad scrambled to his feet and put his back against the wall, fingers reaching for his sword. "I don't remember falling asleep in the stables."
He jumped when something touched the back of his neck and whirled around to see a horse looking at him curiously. "And I don't recognise you."
The horse snorted and nosed its feed bucket. "It's not my job to feed you," he told it and walked outside.
He walked back in almost immediately. "This is not Britain," he said to the horse. "This is no place I've ever been. What the hell is going on?" The horse had no answers, but it seemed a sweet, even-tempered gelding, and he was not going out into this strange land without a mount.
The saddle wasn't worth the leather it was made of, so Galahad didn't bother with it. He led the horse outside, slung his bow over his shoulder, and swung up onto its back. "I can't just call you horse. You can be," he smirked and set heels into its side, startling it into a canter, "you can be Gawain."
[ooc: Just establishy - yay AU weekend!]
Especially when wearing armour. And having no idea where you were. "What?" Galahad scrambled to his feet and put his back against the wall, fingers reaching for his sword. "I don't remember falling asleep in the stables."
He jumped when something touched the back of his neck and whirled around to see a horse looking at him curiously. "And I don't recognise you."
The horse snorted and nosed its feed bucket. "It's not my job to feed you," he told it and walked outside.
He walked back in almost immediately. "This is not Britain," he said to the horse. "This is no place I've ever been. What the hell is going on?" The horse had no answers, but it seemed a sweet, even-tempered gelding, and he was not going out into this strange land without a mount.
The saddle wasn't worth the leather it was made of, so Galahad didn't bother with it. He led the horse outside, slung his bow over his shoulder, and swung up onto its back. "I can't just call you horse. You can be," he smirked and set heels into its side, startling it into a canter, "you can be Gawain."
[ooc: Just establishy - yay AU weekend!]