The Salle, Monday... Afternoon

[bitch_prince]

Arthur hadn't been able to make it down to the salle at his usual time on accounts of the fact they had only arrived that morning. Still, Dinah had been on the same trip, so the message had been handwavily communicated during the way back

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[blondecanary]

Dinah had already had one heck of a work out this morning, with Lucivar, but no way was she missing another. Even though her body was convinced it was now Monday evening, she headed into the salle ready to practice again, cheerful. With only a few extra bruises, ow. "Hey, Arthur. Glad to be back?"

[bitch_prince]

"I suppose," Arthur said, mildly. "Kaeleer wasn't as bad as I thought it would be."

Mostly because he'd actually been in an environment where he could use his education and breeding to charm the metaphorical pants off of anyone, but nevermind.

[blondecanary]

"No?" Dinah teased, picking up her sword and wincing a little. "Even with the cliff-diving dragons? Which were awesome." A few bruises from that, too.

[bitch_prince]

Arthur rolled his eyes. "I'm mildly astounded by the fact you haven't broken anything," he said, squinting at her. "But bruised, I see."

[bigdamndestiny]

There was a Merlin, as per usual. Though this one wasn't napping, he was mostly just frowning at the odd time difference that seemed to have occurred.

[bitch_prince]

Arthur came to sit with him eventually, as was his wont. "Glad to be back?" he asked.

[bigdamndestiny]

"As much as any time," Merlin replied, leaning against him.

[bitch_prince]

With Dinah gone omg modder Arthur didn't have as much of an issue with shifting with it, giving Merlin's arm a little squeeze. "I'd have thought you'd be more eager to spend some more time there."

Unlike Arthur, who was still trying to wrap his head around the ideas of having established something like diplomatic ties (or at least common courtesies) with a realm made entirely of magic.