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 Posted: Mon Feb 10, 2014 3:09 pm
Winter was so dreary. The sky was grey and the world itself seemed blanketed with the same monotone drab. Not so, was Celliwig. The bright, spring green of her gown could be spotted for several yards as she wandered over the various paths of the park. This time, rather than tromping through the snow she stuck to the lanes that had been cleared, skirt gathered in her hands just to keep it from dragging. She seemed so... Ladylike... Up until the moment that the soft sole of her boot found a patch of invisible ice that she had mistaken for a darker part of the path, letting out a whooping yipe as she began to slide and fall.
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Posted: Mon Feb 10, 2014 7:39 pm
The Templar of Earth liked this time of year. He liked to see the cool weather, liked the rain when it came. He liked the quiet of the sky and the sense of relief and happiness that came from finding a way to just warm up and be comfortable, snuggled with the people he cared about.
It seemed cozy, and warm despite the snow.
Camelot was on his usual patrol when he felt the spark of another aura nearby. He moved toward it, hoping his overwhelming aura would not startle what he could sense was a Page. He did not know right off who it was, of course, but he doubted anyone could get that good with auras. Could they? Maybe he'd start focusing more, seeing if there were differences. Some felt more familiar than others, certainly, but he wondered if that was also due to knowing routines or where he was likely to find certain people.
He was just getting close when he saw her slipping, and he moved on instinct to catch her. He was lucky he was fast, and he managed to get behind her in time to catch her awkwardly, stooping to prevent her from falling to the floor and to also make sure she didn't smack her head into his armor.
He had no time to be proud of himself for the catch, though, as his armored boot hit the ice and he fell back, landing heavily on his butt with her basically in her lap.
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Posted: Mon Feb 10, 2014 7:58 pm
For a brief moment, Celliwig was safe. Someone had swept her up in their arms and kept her from falling and... Then she was falling again. When she finally stopped moving she opened her eyes, glancing quickly around before looking down upon her savior. Her fingers were on his chest and for a brief moment they traced along armor only to quickly draw back, face flushing scarlet all the way from her cheeks to the roots of her strawberry hair. Celliwig was 100% convinced that she had hit her head on the ice, likely had a concussion and might possibly be dying. As a result her brain had come up with this fantasy of a knight in shining armor come to save her. It had to have been in her head, how else would he have been just as clumsy as to slip on the same patch of ice that had taken her out? Without realizing it she reached out, gently poking at his chest again. "... Are you ok, figment of my imagination?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 10, 2014 8:22 pm
Camelot was feeling like a very stupid dork, if he were blunt and honest about it. He had made a fool of himself while trying to be a good person and help someone in need. He probably made it worse, too, as he added the extra indignity of having witnesses to embarrassment.
But at least he was sharing in it?
"Figment of your imagination? I've been called many things, but never that." He laughed, a little harder than he wanted to, but only because he was so flustered. He moved to try and disentangle them, sitting up once he had the space to and he looked at her, smiling sheepishly.
"Ah... are you alright? I was trying to help... I saw you were falling, so I suppose I wanted to ah... join you?" He certainly had not stopped her from falling. He'd only managed to... delay it a bit.
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Posted: Mon Feb 10, 2014 8:30 pm
"That's what happens when you fall and hit your head, isn't it? You imagine crazy things like dashing older men in armor sweeping in to save you..." She still had her hands on bits of his armor even as she shifted out of his lap as he tried to untangle them, her long, heavy skirt not helpful in the slightest. It was then that she came to the brilliant deduction that maybe she wasn't experiencing a figment of her imagination. "Oh. Oh!" Realization settled in heavily as she drew her hands back once more, attempting to scoot back just a little but further only to topple free, flushed again. "I'm sorry! I'm so clumsy, I'm fine. I'm fine! Are you okay? I didn't hurt you when I fell on you, did I? I'm new at this. This," she gestured almost wildly at her outfit, "not walking. I'm not new to walking. There was ice...." The page paused once more, taking a deep breath, holding it for a count before releasing it slowly. "I'm Celliwig."
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Posted: Mon Feb 10, 2014 8:41 pm
Camelot blushed.
"Dashing? I ah. Well, older man in armor was certainly correct, but I did very little to save you, I think. I'm sorry if you hit your head on my armor, are you alright?"
He wasn't anticipating her sudden realization that she was, in fact, conscious and was still asking her if she was alright when she was scooting away from him and apologizing. He widened his eyes at her in pure surprise, then smiled and shook his head, waving his hands.
"Oh, don't worry about it! It was my fault. I mean, the last part of it. I'm very sorry! It can be a little difficult to get used to ah, new outfits. I assume that's what you mean? Having just powered up, or recently enough? Believe me, that feeling always comes back." He had to readjust to each power up, and he knew his outfit was not the worst out there.
"My name is Camelot. It's a pleasure to meet you, Celliwig. Were you patrolling?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 7:10 pm
"If by 'patrolling' you mean strolling around in costume with a stick for protection? Oh, yes, certainly." She nodded with a smile before shaking her head as though to chastise herself again. "I don't think I hit my head; not this time at least." As he introduced himself in return she could feel her eyes going just a bit wider as she took him in again. She could certainly see the influence of his name in his attire and it made her feel just a bit as though she had stepped into a fairytale. "... Do you think I'll get armor like that? Or do girls always get dresses?"
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