[He'd slowed down to glance out the nearby window and drifted off into his own little world, missing Renly completely.]
The opposite, truthfully; I thought I saw a man I recognized on the field outside and it was-- distracting. [The smile he offers the other man is apologetic, but warm as he bends to start collecting his things.]
Such distraction would have gotten you killed ser Knight, would I be a foe that wished you harm. [There's a small frown across his face; his arms crossed over his chest. But the rest of his stance is relaxed, even with a amused glint in his eyes. He could not stay mad upon such a handsome man long. ]
Pray tell where you was heading loaded like that? It's quite unusual to see a man of your stature carrying his own scrolls.
Then it is good that we are allies, and that I can safely lose myself to my thoughts in your presence. [That hint of amusement earns a smile in turn, the warmth in the Holy Knight's face spreading to his eyes as he acknowledges his own folly with good humor.]
To see your Highness. [He gestures loosely at Renly with an open hand.] My Lord Arthur is gathering an entourage and wanted me to have an audience with you about a trade for some horses.
Well you found me, ser Knight. [He comments with humor.] You must be Galahad then? Your Lord did mention you in our latest letter. What he didn't mention was that you were such a handsome young man. [Renly then adds and finally picks up one of the scrolls that had made its way over to him. He hands it back to Galahad.] You'd have some... items to pick up, ser Galahad.
[The compliment brings the faintest hint of red rising to the knight's cheeks. It's been some time since anyone had said something of the like to him. He accepts the scroll offered to him with a smile and a short, grateful nod.]
Thank you, your Grace. I am glad that I could bring some pleasure to you and your peoples in this way. [He tucks the scroll back under his arm, and reaches for another before straightening up again.] Was there time for an audience today to discuss my Lord Uncle's wishes?
Sorry, work got wild for a bit! Hopefully backtags are all right.
Thank you -- You have my apologies; I suppose I wasn't watching where I was going. [He offers the other man an apologetic smile as he scoops up a few of the rolls of parchment around his feet. Tucking them under an arm, he straightens again.]
Delivering, actually. There updated maps of the bounds of my Lord Uncle's Kingdom. It seems the last battle went better than his Warmaster thought it would, [he jokes, lightly.]
[Renly only smiles back at the man. The blush is cute. But he has no wishes to embarrass the boy.] I'm certain you have already turned the heads of some ladies in the court. Yes, we can take a moment to discuss it right about now if you wishes. [He says and gestures vaguely in the direction of the meeting hall.]
Apparently this Warmaster needs to keep on his toes if he wants to keep his title. Battles are only predictable int hat they can never be predicted. [ He gathers the loose parchment rolls and tucks them in the crook of his arm before he offers them to Galahad. ] Shall I walk with you?
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The opposite, truthfully; I thought I saw a man I recognized on the field outside and it was-- distracting. [The smile he offers the other man is apologetic, but warm as he bends to start collecting his things.]
My apologies for my carelessness, your Grace.
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Pray tell where you was heading loaded like that? It's quite unusual to see a man of your stature carrying his own scrolls.
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To see your Highness. [He gestures loosely at Renly with an open hand.] My Lord Arthur is gathering an entourage and wanted me to have an audience with you about a trade for some horses.
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Let me help you. [ He bends down to pick up the parchments, carefully balancing a crate of glass bottles against his hip. ] Writing or copying?
Apologies! Work craziness. Hope backtags are okay.
Thank you, your Grace. I am glad that I could bring some pleasure to you and your peoples in this way. [He tucks the scroll back under his arm, and reaches for another before straightening up again.] Was there time for an audience today to discuss my Lord Uncle's wishes?
Sorry, work got wild for a bit! Hopefully backtags are all right.
Delivering, actually. There updated maps of the bounds of my Lord Uncle's Kingdom. It seems the last battle went better than his Warmaster thought it would, [he jokes, lightly.]
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backtags are excellent!
Apparently this Warmaster needs to keep on his toes if he wants to keep his title. Battles are only predictable int hat they can never be predicted. [ He gathers the loose parchment rolls and tucks them in the crook of his arm before he offers them to Galahad. ] Shall I walk with you?