[Intro] And then the sun shone in Dover, at noon

[firstbornoflot]

The words flow from his trembling hand, blood smears onto the shaking page as the battle slowly dies out. The Channel's waters are calm as he writes his dying words.

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[a_roughsketch]

Should there be a nice day and the weather dry, Favrielle will possibly feel confined and coerced indoors and might as well grab the gown she's working on and carry it on the lawn, where she can be found sitting and sewing, her eyes half-closed in concentration; she'll be compulsively chewing on her lower lip.

[firstbornoflot]

The Mansion is a strange place, and Gawain finds the open air and the lake much more soothing. That is why he will be on this way there when he passes Favrielle.

Of course, he will notice the lovely lady and will give her proper courtesy.

"My lady."

^^

[a_roughsketch]

He doesn't make himself noticed the first time. When Favrielle focuses, she does a great job of it.

"Oh, I beg your pardon, sir," she replies hastily, once his words have actually pierced her protection circle. "I was too deep into my work."

[firstbornoflot]

He bows, very politely. "I would not disturb a lady," he replies, very courteous, charming, even. "But I was concerned that you were without an escort."

[blindbomber]

If he gets hungry at some point, there's a very tall teenager with very large wings cooking in the kitchen. He's making enough food to feed a small horde, though really it's just lunch for himself.

He's very happy to share though.

I'm sorry. I can never resist sending Iggy to the newly dead/religious sorts. ^^

[firstbornoflot]

Cue more wtfage, because Sir Gawain always pictured Angels exactly as Iggy looks, blindness aside.

He blinks, then falls on his knees.

"By the love of the Virgin," he says, "pray tell me what comes of this."

Even if he's probably been briefed by Daeron, seeing his brother would have confused him right back to where he started.

^^ You are marvelous.

[blindbomber]

The muffled thump of knees hitting the floor and an unknown voice startle Iggy out of his zen-like meditation on food and the making thereof. "Ah!" His feathers all ruffle and he turns towards the sound. "Warn a guy. You alright there?" It sounded like the person had fallen...

Thank you thank you. *bows* ^^ ♥

[firstbornoflot]

"Aye," he replies, and is taken aback by the Angel's informal manner. "I would know of my fate, pray, and of the fate of Britain."