The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

On Friday, Arthur had reached a decision. After the weekend, he wasn't in the best mood to follow through on it, but there were few reasons to let his mood interfere with what was, essentially, a duty of some kind.

The duty of survival. As Crown Prince, it was a real one.

Still, he thought, as he arrived in the salle, Dinah had best be grateful. And it was all tactics. His gut still twinged with the sting of clear betrayal, but his sense of morality was as confused on this subject as anything else ever was, and so he ignored it.

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[bitchprince]

Because she was a wolf. Right.

Arthur's expression may have betrayed his difficulty in not passing some rude comment on that, but he managed to restrain himself. Lady Blysse was odd, but so was all of Fandom, and she was at least a comforting comprehensible strange. "Changed allegiances?" he asked, then paused. "If you don't mind me asking."

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

Normally, the question was an easy enough one to answer. With the nightmares fresh on her mind, though, it took Firekeeper a moment or two to collect her thoughts.

"Fire take Prince Barden's settlement. My human mother gived me to wolves before she die," she explained, finally deciding on a sword and hefting it experimentally.

[bitchprince]

For a moment, his attention was drawn more to her grip on the sword than anything else.

"I see," he said, with a passing attempt at meaning it. "Barden. Is that where you learned to handle a sword?" Because that was far more interesting.

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

"No," she snorted. "Barden think skills like leading horses or feeding chickens more practical," not very princely, but then, he'd been a younger son. "This, and the bow, I learn from Earl Kestrel's men," that, at least, got a grin out of her. A much better topic than the events of the weekend.

[bitchprince]

"And how's your skill with the bow?" he asked, because that was the far more important question.

It was possible he was more than happy to abandon the weekend as a topic of conversation.

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

"My arrows outrun even a most fleet-footed deer," she bragged, as wolves are prone to do.

[bitchprince]

Wolves and princes. It worked.

"Do they now?" he asked, and raised an eyebrow at her. "How many deer do you outrun on a regular basis?"

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

She shrugged. "However many it take until the pack is fed. Is a small pack here, just me and Blind Seer, but the game is smaller as well."

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[bitchprince]

"So you're a hunter."

That was actually a terrific thing to hear after an utterly horrid weekend.

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

"Would be hard, to live as wolf and not be such," she pointed out.

[bitchprince]

"I'm sure," he said, waving that one off. "Would you mind accompanying me on a hunting trip, then?"

It'd be nice to have someone around for one who didn't trip over their own feet at every opportunity.

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

"Would not mind!" she grinned at him. "Blind Seer probably come too," she added.

[bitchprince]

"It's always good to have back up," he said, dryly. Although a pet wolf would come in handy. Perhaps he needed a hunting dog. "If all else fails, he can always drag my manservant out of trouble."

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

"Would think, with such a name, he should be good at hunting," Firekeeper commented.

[bitchprince]

"You would. And you'd be horribly mistaken."

Which had never stopped him from dragging Merlin out on any hunts.