Arthurian Legend RP

Mythian giggled a little "well what if does like one of the dancers anyway? It would certainly please Gareth" she said as she had deserts set up while a string of gypsy looking females entered the  large cleared area.

"He'd probably accept it," Mordred replied, snagging a small cake from a passing tray. "After all, if he was interested than it wouldn't be a hassle. Though I get the feeling he just wants Gareth to stay out of his 'love' life."

Mythian nodded "and has Gawain ever been on love before?" She asked as the women broke off into groups, beginning an elaborate dance, one of the girls keeping her eyes on Gawain.

Gawain watched the dancers, but his expression remained neutral and Mordred figured it had to do with his training. With a frown, Mordred considered Mythian's question. "I honestly don't know," he admitted. "It's possible but as far as I can tell there's no woman in his life at the moment."

Mythian nodded then frowned "it's almost sad, his brothers all marrying off before him"

The girl that had been watching Gawain moved a little bit closer to him as she danced.

"Only two of us are married," Mordred reminded her. "((totally forgot how to spell his oldest brother's name. and the name of his other brother. sorry)) is the Crown Prince and isn't even engaged."

Gawain allowed his eyes to lock with the girl's and dipped his head slightly to acknowledge her.

Mythian shrugged "Agravain is also a sickly minded man" Mythian pointed out,

The girl smiled and winked, but as she did this it caused her to run into one of the other dancers. Then the dance she bumped into fell, and another tripped over the fallen dancer. It did not take long for all the dancers to be on the ground.

Gawain rose and offered the girl a hand. "Are you alright?"

Stifling a smile, Mordred moved to help some of the other dancers.

Mythian was glaring  daggers at the dancers "this is NOT what paid for!" She exclaimed sharply.

The girl took it looking wide eyed and nodded "i-i didn't mean to mess it up..."

Gawain shifted almost imperceptively so that he was between the dancers and Mythian. "Lady Mythian, no harm was done," he soothed. "It's a simple matter of continuing on."

From the sidelines, Mordred looked on in silence.

Mythian now had an I'll temper. She took a breath. "I am retiring for the night" she said before turning and walking out of the room, clearly enraged. 

Gareth had raised eyebrows "nothing like an expecting mothers temper"

Mordred winced. "Just what I need." Giving his brothers a quick smile, he added, "When you want to retire for the evening just let one of the servants know. Your rooms have already been made up. I'm going to join Mythian."

Gawain nodded and sighed.

Mythian was stalking up to she and Mordred's room. When she  got into it she stripped down to her underwear and crawled under the blankets.

The girl stood trembling, she shook her head at Gawain 'I'm sorry,..I didn't mean too"

Mordred stepped into the room and closed the door. Going over to the bed, he sat beside her. "Are you alright, Myth?"

Gawain smiled at her gently. "Don't worry about it, it's not a problem," he reassured her. "Are you hurt?"

Mythian looked up at Mordred "why is one perfect evening to much to ask for?"

The girl shook her head "I will be fine, thank you for your kindness

"You married into my family," he laughed, running a hand through her hair.

Gawain smiled at her. "Of course. I'm glad you're okay."

Mythian crossed her arms looking at Mordred. "So? One night of perfection isn't much to ask"

The girl nodded and then curtsied "I am Hilly"

"In my life, it is," Mordred shrugged. Eyes gleaming playfully, he added, "And I've given you several perfect evenings, my dear."

Gawain bowed. "Gawain. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Mythian shook her head "Well I want another one" She demanded with a slight huff.

Hilly smiled a little "It is a pleasure to meet you"

Leaning down, Mordred kissed her deeply. "I can help with that if you wish."

"When did you become a dancer?" Gawain asked.

Mythian finally smiled a little and kissed him back before nodding. "I do wish that"

"I have always been one" Hilly replied with a slight shrug.

Mordred smiled and pulled her to him.

Gawain nodded. "That explains why you're so good. Is your mother a dancer too?"

Mythian began kissing Mordred (time skip?)

Hilly thought for a moment "she was, until she is old now, her bones aren't as strong, and an injury prohibits her from dancing"

(For them, yeah)

Gawain nodded, "That's a shame, I would've liked to meet her."

Mythian curled up beside Mordred.

Hilly smiled "perhaps you will some day"

Mordred nuzzled her neck and yawned. "Better?"

"I'd like that," Gawain replied. Glancing at the other dancers, he asked, "Where is the group staying tonight?"

Mythian nodded a little "much"  she said and kissed Mordred's head.

"We planned to travel about a mile out and make camp" hilly replied,

Mordred yawned again. "Good." Shifting closer, he closed his eyes. "Love you," he breathed.

Gawain nodded thoughtfully. "Do you need any help?"

Mythian closed her eyes falling asleep "love you too..."

Hilly shrugged a little. "we could always use an extra hand" she said.

Gawain nodded. "Allow me to lend a hand, then. Tell me what to do."