Dinadan is sitting in front of the cottage, long legs crossed, lute on his lap, looking-- dare we say it-- contemplative. Every so often he'll pluck at the strings half-heartedly, but his thoughts are obviously elsewhere. There's a tension in his shoulders and his brow is furrowed ( Read more... )

With the intent of seeing Sagramore, or perhaps Lamorak, or anyone else frequently found in the general Mansion area, Sir Dinadan has ventured up to said Mansion. He has paused in the front room, however, to take a moment in front of the fire there because it is Too Damned Cold, if you ask his opinion-- and indeed, even if you don't ask it, because ( Read more... )

More shaken than he might admit by the knowledge that Sagramore died (though he does find it an upside that he discovered this only after said knight's return), Dinadan has returned to Percy's house and is sitting out in front. He's playing, of course, and even someone who is not musically minded will probably be able to hear the way he keeps ( Read more... )

Dinadan is heading back home to Percy's, muttering to himself and looking rather as if he had just been punched several times by someone rather stronger than he. Which, as a matter of fact, he was. At least he wasn't very handsome in the first place.

Any friends not named Sagramore may feel free to inquire.

Dinadan is off to make sure Lamorak hasn't done anything incredibly stupid in the aftermath of the whole affair with Morgause. --not because he's been thinking about it or anything. Because he hasn't. Really.

Should anyone run into him along the way, he'd be only too glad, as usual, to chat.

Quite early on Valentine's day, Dinadan may be found up in the general vicinity of the mansion (he'd been trying out the piano). One can only assume that someone has explained to him about this particular holiday, because he may, perhaps, be heard expressing feelings that such a holiday is rather ridiculous. And he may not be doing so very quietly ( Read more... )

Having amassed, between Christmas and the plot hole, some number of instruments, Dinadan has not lacked lately for ways to entertain himself. Anyone inside the house-- and probably plenty of people outside the house, since he's left the window open-- will most likely be able to hear the evidence of this quite distinctly.

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Dinadan usually prefers to compose out of doors. But due to the snow which has been falling sporadically for the past few hours, he has retreated inside the cottage. He's in the kitchen, his legs propped up on the table and his lyre in his lap. He's plucking at the strings and singing under his breath. He strikes a false note, frowns, and tries the ( Read more... )

Dinadan, presumably with the Mellower in tow, is heading back home. Just in time for dinner, or so he hopes. As he draws nearer, he calls, "Sweet, lovely, gentle Lady Cimorene! I've got a guest for you!"

Dinadan is very much in favor of the Mansion. No one goes about fighting each other (at least, not so far when he's been around), and there is no fighting or jousting or knightlyness required. One can generally do as one pleases in peace ( Read more... )