“Where’s my kiss, cariad?”

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

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     ”And why should you get one?”

“Perhaps Sir Gwaine and Sir Leon will chase you about the field today, and you can practise your speed.” Summer slips out of his arms again, patting his cheek. “Shall I come and watch, anyway, to enourage your efforts?”

       The knight pulls a face. “Have you ever tried to run in armour?” Mordred inquires. “Do you know how hard it is?” He crosses his arms. “I don’t think you’d encourage, I think you’d laugh.”

“Have you ever tried to run in skirts?” Summer ripostes. “I hardly think it is any easier. But now the truth is out — it is not that you are afraid I will get hurt, only that you fear my laughter!” At home, she is a proper battle maiden, with armour and weaponry of her own. But she doesn’t tell him that. After all, she hasn’t touched those things in years.