|Sagramore (petitmorte) wrote,|
@ 2014-03-07 22:06:00
|Entry tags:||rp: gawain, rp: modrun|
and dance away my blues
Gawain and Agravain rescue the boy, somewhere out on the plains, and bring him back to Camelot -- he's a few years younger than they are, and with his dark curls and bright eyes and the shadow of beard he's trying desperately to cultivate, not to mention his limited grasp of the language, he's something new and exciting. The sword at his hip is too large for him, but he won't hear of being fitted with another. No one really understands where he's come from -- except that it's across the sea, somewhere -- but he says he's been sent to serve King Arthur. King Lot's boys vouch for his valor, and a few days later they're all of them knighted.
Sagramore, as he's called, seems to glow with his excitement. Many of the maids, and not a few of the young men, are already pining for him; they gossip about him in the stables, in the kitchens, in the Queen's sewing circle. So far he hasn't yet chosen where to bestow his affections, and this, too, is a topic of much conversation. Gawain and Agravain have certainly made the most of their sudden surge in popularity.
When Arthur touches his shoulders, one after the other, with Excalibur, he lifts his bowed head in spite of himself to look, and the king smiles at him.
After the ceremony, there's much drinking and dancing to be done -- after all, exotic newcomers aside, Gawain is well-loved in Camelot already, and his knighting is easily cause for celebration in and of itself. Sagramore grins and blushes at everyone who solicits him, and dances exuberantly. Despite his lanky youth, he's astonishingly graceful, and he moves with such pleasure in movement that it more than makes up for the fact he doesn't know the dances. More than a few people stop to watch him; he is, in this moment, beautiful.