The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

Yes, Arthur was still technically wounded (and wearing that infernal sling so he couldn't actually use his regular sword arm), and if all had been normal, he wouldn't be here. Unfortunately, circumstances dictated that his only other alternative would be to be stuck in one room with Leto and a gaggle of screaming children instead, and he was fairly sure that was what other people meant when they talked about Hell.

The salle was the better option. At least he'd-- imprinted them all with the importance of discipline and swordcraft. Right now, it was a brilliant way to distract the little bastards. With any luck, Gawain would show up (or simply vanish into thin air, because weren't these things supposed to last two days) to make the insanity complete.

He was dragging Reno off to go drinking once this was finished.

He eyed Arawn. "Check your posture," he ordered, "You'll just ruin your arm like that. Morgana, don't point that at-- Down. It's called discipline."

It was going to be a long day.

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[destinybitch.livejournal.com]

Wait. Gawain was getting a talk and he wasn't? "He's just stupid, Father," Arawn contributed, "That doesn't earn special treatment."

There. Without whining, even.

[newlances.livejournal.com]

"You're so stupid you don't even know what we're talking about," Gawain said in his most superior, smug Pendragon voice. "Dad can't explain it to you yet. You're too little. It would just scare you." Ha!

[bitchprince]

"The both of you are going to be very--"

"QUIET!"

Arthur actually blinked. "Yes, that," he said, "Thank you, Morgana."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah kind of wanted to hug Morgana right now. But if she took after her mom, she'd probably get bitten.

She raised her eyebrows at a shell-shocked Gawain, folded her lips, and went back to her drill. After a minute, he did too.

Being very careful to keep his mom between him and the Monster Girl, with one last stuck-out tongue at Prince Brat.

[bitchprince]

"You," Arthur said, turning to both of the remaining children-- well, turning to Morgana, in particular, "Have earned a spar. Try not to harm your brother too much, Morgana."

Arawn shot him an appalled look. He ignored it.

There. They got to it. The natural balance had been restored.