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[onedayaqueen]

Characters: onedayaqueen & apyrostrategy
Setting/Location: the Lookout
Date & Time: Day Fifty-One, Early Afternoon
Warnings: none!
Summary: I don't even know yet. WE'LL SEE.

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[apyrostrategy]

One of the first things Zhou Yu had done after they had finally been released from the cages - had been a walk. Since they had arrived at the fort, it had been a difficult time for everybody, and just being able to relax after all this chaos was sorely needed

[onedayaqueen]

"Oh, no," she said, waving her hands. "Please, don't feel the need to get up on my accord. It's certainly not my seat at all. I'm not sure it belongs to anyone, really--caravan and all that..." Her voice trailed off as she mentally stopped herself from rambling.

She'd already taken a few steps backward, ducking her head a little out of habit. The way he carried himself toppled with his clothes gave Gwen the impression that he was for sure someone of a higher sort of standing, and even if that didn't seem to count for much on the caravan, old habits died hard.

[apyrostrategy]

After having fallen silent when the woman began talking, he couldn't completely fight down a smile now. There was something odd about her behaviour, but unlike her, he couldn't pinpoint her social standing or occupation - the western habits and dress codes were a bit more difficult to categorise for him, especially with how many different times people came from. Except that she... did she bow?

"There's really no problem," he explained as quickly, and offered her the chair. He didn't like sitting on these too much, anyway, and the girl had impeccable manners, or so it looked like. "I am relatively new here. Apologies for this."

Standing next to the table now, cup of wine in hand, he waited for her to sit. In the meantime, he threw a closer look at her clothes, her facial features, and her posture. "What kind of place do you come from, if you don't mind me asking?" he asked finally.

[onedayaqueen]

"Please, you've nothing to apologize for," she replied, smiling out of mostly politeness, and not moving a single bit closer to the seat. No, no--she wasn't used to people offering her their seats, for starters, but beyond that, he had been there first. She would not be taking his place. "And I definitely don't want to make you move."

She tilted her head slightly at his question, but it wasn't all that strange to find people from all over, so the question wasn't one she was surprised to hear. "What kind of place? I don't mind. I'm from Camelot, a kingdom in Albion."