*looks up from the book he’s reading and smiles* Hey, Summer. What’s going on?
“If I did something you didn’t like, you would tell me, right?”
Of course I would. Why, did something happen?
“I was just talking to — to someone I fancied, I know he’s not interested, but I was just talking, and when I walked away I overheard something — anyway, it’s probably nothing. I just — it sounded like they were talking about me.”
*looks up from the book he’s reading and smiles* Hey, Summer. What’s going on?
“If I did something you didn’t like, you would tell me, right?”
5. Your character walking in on mine waking from a nightmare.
Merlin rolled out of bed and crashed onto the ground, a silent scream tearing out of his throat. He sat up shakily and struggled to catch his breath. He was sweating, and the room was stiflingly hot.
The warlock shivered. The heat had contributed to a harsh bout of nightmares for the past few nights, each of them involving him burning for sorcery. Merlin hadn’t had such intense dreams for a long time.
He jumped slightly as he heard his door creak and saw that someone had been standing in the doorway the entire time and had probably seen his embarrassing tumble out of bed.
Habitually, he tried to force a small smile. Summer? What are you doing here? Are you alright?
“I heard your fear,” she whispered. “I’ve /been/ hearing it, actually, but tonight was — I couldn’t sleep either.”
Summer Rainault shaded her eyes, glancing up at the sun. She’d stay out another hour before heading back to Camelot. She’d found a good harvest of the herbs that were wanted by the physician, but the day was more than nice enough to linger. Early autumn wasn’t often so.
Absorbed in her task, she didn’t pay much attention to the sounds around her until the several roughly dressed men had surrounded her.
“Well hey, what’s this?” one of them growled, brandishing a knife at her. “Pretty girl, all alone, not a good thing.” Another one chuckled, a cruel sound.
“All your money, and quickly,” the one with the knife said, beckoning.
Summer twisted her mouth sideways. “Do I look to have money on me, you fool?”
Arthur was walking around the town making sure everything was in order. Seeing that everything was, Arthur started to head back to the castle, when a group of people caught his eye. He turned to them and saw a girl surrounded by men. He walked towards them and tapped one of them on the shoulder.
“Ya what do you want?” The man turned around and asked him.
Arthur crossed his arms. “Is there a reason you’re surrounding this young lady?”
The man with the knife quickly came up with an excuse, “Oh, we were making sure she got home safely. We didn’t want her to get hurt, since she’s all alone.”
The prince didn’t believe them, of course, so he walked between them and took the girl’s arm. “I’ll make sure she gets home. Go before I punish you all.” He said as the men scurried away. “Are you alright?” He asked the girl.
Summer turned an amused and bemused expression on her rescuer. He was certainly dressed for the part, chainmail and the red cloak of the knights of Camelot.
Then she got a good look at his face, and the smile twisted a little. “I’m fine, sire. They hadn’t done more than threaten me.”
Arthur smiled at her. “Good. Can’t let a beautiful girl get hurt, that’s against the knight code.” He chuckled at his own joke.
“I think I could have protected myself, but I do appreciate the sentiment.” Summer patted the Prince’s hand.
Summer Rainault shaded her eyes, glancing up at the sun. She’d stay out another hour before heading back to Camelot. She’d found a good harvest of the herbs that were wanted by the physician, but the day was more than nice enough to linger. Early autumn wasn’t often so.
Absorbed in her task, she didn’t pay much attention to the sounds around her until the several roughly dressed men had surrounded her.
“Well hey, what’s this?” one of them growled, brandishing a knife at her. “Pretty girl, all alone, not a good thing.” Another one chuckled, a cruel sound.
“All your money, and quickly,” the one with the knife said, beckoning.
Summer twisted her mouth sideways. “Do I look to have money on me, you fool?”