The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

Not that Arthur would admit it, but yesterday had helped to calm him down from the state of introverted confusion he'd been in since Thursday. He was no longer showing signs of such, or at least nothing that was as easily, visibly sedate.

He was, however, very focused on his own swordwork that morning. He'd asked Merlin to stand guard come with him into the salle, but now that what bothered him worst had gotten out, he was free to focus on his movements to ward off the rest of it. Slowly, carefully, and with full concentration, he lapsed into familiar patterns that were as easy as breathing by now.

[[ open salle, but I'll be SP in bursts until the evening ]]

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin looked up at her retreating form. "...pardon?"

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She almost turned but ended up just shaking her head, growling, and stomping out. He could tell Arthur whatever he wanted to.

[sorry, she's being paranoid]

[bitchprince]

After a few more minutes, when the drill had finished, Arthur turned to find that Fiona wasn't actually there and what he'd caught from the corner of his eyes was, in fact, a flounce.

He stared at the doorway with an incredulous frown on his face. "Now what happened?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I'm... not actually certain," Merlin admitted.

[bitchprince]

Arthur just shook his head at the door and pulled a face. "She just decided to flounce off?" Girls.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"She asked what I was doing here and then reacted oddly when I told her I was here having a care after your safety," Merlin replied, watching the door still. "A bit moody isn't she?"

[bitchprince]

Arthur stared at the doorway one more long moment before breaking it and shaking his head. "That's women for you," he pointed out, and turned away.