To uphold the tenants of chivalry!

[princelyspirit]

Characters: Don Quixote and Utena Tenjou
Content: A prince and a knight walk into a bar - wait, that's not right
Setting: Somewhere in the Badlands
Time: About five or six months ago
Warnings: Epic misunderstandings.

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[maddestofall]

It was a most beautiful day indeed, Don Quixote thought to himself as he and his trusty steed Rocinante made their way across the sands. The sun was shining and warm upon his brow, a sure sign of good fortune, and they had made good time thus far. He had only managed to catch sight of the bandits that he had heard frequented the area, but they had evidently seen the noble knight coming from some distance. They had been fleeing away from the direction in which he was riding down from the hills.

The only thing for it now would be to check their abandoned camp. They were cowards at heart, after all, and if worst came to worst, they would leave their pillaged goods behind to save their own cowardly hides. As his steed approached and slowed her pace, however, the only sign of the place having been inhabited was a lost and forlorn-looking youth with pink hair. "I say!" Quixote called out as he leapt from Rocinante's saddle to the ground, "Good sir, did those bandits rob you? Perhaps I can be of assistance."

[princelyspirit]

As soon as Utena heard the old man's voice, she turned around to face him. Any help was appreciated right now...though she had to wonder what he was doing traveling by himself. She decided she could ask him later, and offered him a tired, grateful smile.

"Thanks," she said, "Though, I wasn't exactly-"

...wait a minute, did he call her "sir"? She stifled a sigh; maybe his eyes were going bad? She stepped forward, hoping he would realize his mistake if he got a better view of her.

"I wasn't exactly robbed," she continued.

[maddestofall]

Though the young fellow was more than a little dusty from his travels, he still bore himself with a grace and dignity that Don Quixote had not at first expected. Perhaps he was the scion of some noble family?

"You are most welcome, my friend." Bringing a gauntleted hand to his sparse beard, he stroked it, pondering. "Those thieves only attempted to steal what was dear to you? I am most glad to hear it. They shall be brought to justice very soon." With a clatter of armor, he bowed deeply to Utena. "I am Don Quixote de la Mancha, at your serivce."

[princelyspirit]

Utena watched him for a moment, eyes wide and lips parted. This man was just like a knight - not the ragged and worn down warriors she saw every so often from Erealia, but one more like from the stories of princes and castles she read as a child. Utena felt a rush of nostalgia (even though she should have known better), and she couldn't help but smile genuinely as she bowed in turn.

"And I am Utena Tenjou," she said, now bolstered by a strange sense of optimism - not just for the immediate future, but for something greater. "And yes, we all managed to get away from it all right."