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Early Morning, Camelot Castle.

Posted by NarratorFor group 0
Narrator
GM, 25 posts
Mon 10 Sep 2018
at 03:55
  • msg #1

Early Morning, Camelot Castle

Morning.

It was always a hectic time at Castle Camelot. The servants had usually been up for hours by the time the sun rose. There were always clothes to be washed, food to be cooked, and the myriad and one chores that went into making the castle community function like it ought. But today was a special day.

It wasn't everyday that the Empress had her birthday and wedding anniversary! Yes, it seemed that Emperor Corwin had waited until Empress Lorraine's birthday to wed her and make her Empress all in one swoop. The castle staff found it infinitely easier to remember one day a year instead of three. There was no comment as to whether the Emperor had planned it that way for reasons of his own. Regardless, Camelot was all abuzz! There would be a grand feast that evening, after an afternoon of tourney. But before any of that, breakfast!

Corwin was up earlier than usual for this event. He'd made it a point to sneak out of the marital bed early this morning, get dressed in his silver and black robes, and make his way down to the family study without waking Lorraine. No easy feat, considering Lorraine was a warrior born who was used to sleeping lightly! Nonetheless, he had achieved it. And now he was seated in his favorite plush chair, Trump deck in hand. One by one he would contact his children and invite them up to the study for the annual ritual of surprising Lorraine with presents and food before the busy day began and they had to be all official.
Caitriona
player, 29 posts
Adventurous and Curious
A Dangerous Combination
Mon 10 Sep 2018
at 04:06
  • msg #2

Early Morning, Camelot Castle

Caitriona was up before the dawn. She had berries to collect for her mother's special breakfast. Along the way she had managed to gather a bouquet of blue roses out in the wilds where they grew best.

Cait busied herself for a long while with making fresh bilberry jam which was still warm as she ladled it into the crystal serving dish to go on the breakfast table. With everything prepared, she made her way up to the study with the flowers now in a vase with water. She kissed her father's cheek as she entered.

"Good morning, Daddy," she said, merrily. "Ready to start rousing the troops for Mummy?"
This message was last edited by the player at 00:43, Sat 15 Sept 2018.
Kierahn
player, 19 posts
Mon 10 Sep 2018
at 12:42
  • msg #3

Early Morning, Camelot Castle

Kierahn had spent the better part of the week without sleep as he worked on his gift to his mother, whose birthday he had been unable to attend for the past 4 years.  This year he had a special present for her, one that was fit for a Queen/Warrior.  When he received the call from his father, he eagerly raced down the stairs to the family study, his gift wrapped in a box shaped a slight bit like a coffin.  Seeing his father sitting in the study, Caitriona standing there beside him planting a kiss on his cheek, he smiled as he often did.  Coming to an abrupt halt, he stretches a bit as he looked around, "Well goodness old man, where's mom?", he asked with a joking smile on his face.
Caitriona
player, 31 posts
Adventurous and Curious
A Dangerous Combination
Mon 10 Sep 2018
at 14:40
  • msg #4

Early Morning, Camelot Castle

Cait gave her twin a warm smile and moved to give him a hug.

"Good morning. You know Mum always pretends to sleep in until we are all gathered... At least, as many of us who are both willing and able to be here at any one time," she said easily. "She is going to be so happy that you were able to come home for her celebrations."

 "Speaking of which," she added, not too subtly, "Dad, Kierahn and I are sixteen now. I thought that this year maybe I could join the rest of the family for more than breakfast and attend the tournament and evening feast?"
This message was last edited by the player at 00:43, Sat 15 Sept 2018.
Branwen
player, 48 posts
The Problem Child
Mon 10 Sep 2018
at 15:28
  • msg #5

Early Morning, Camelot Castle

Two months ago had not been a placid month in the ongoing verbal and emotional melee that constituted Branwen's relationship with her father.  Last month, on the other hand, had been perfectly calm, inasmuch as Branwen's resulting complete absence from the castle could be said to be a calmness.  So it was likely the first time anyone had seen her in a while, when Branwen breezed casually into the room and past Caity with her traditional greeting: she mussed her little sister's hair with clawed fingers and said "Hey, midget."  (Branwen invariably insisted on conveniently overlooking the fact they they'd been precisely the same height for at least a year now.)

She did not seem to have come directly from her chambers, and wherever it was she'd been until a few minutes ago, it didn't seem to have been early morning there: Branwen was dressed in her customary out-and-about uniform of black leather jacket and Birkenstocks, black skinny jeans, and tank top in a dark enough gray that it might as well also have been black.  A pair of sunglasses dangled from one of its arms folded into the neckline of her shirt.  Her overall mildly tough-chick image was softened by the incongruous profusion of sparkling silver and diamonds she always kept spangled around her fingers and ears and neck.  It wasn't really a fashion statement that made sense to anybody but herself, and she liked it that way.

"Hey, Key," she greeted her brother as well as she claimed her customary place at the edge of the room, flinging herself down onto one end of a long plush sofa, flumping her well-worn leather messenger bag (also, of course, black) down beside her.  She exchanged a tiny flicker of eye contact with her father, but that was all.  This had become the traditional routine between her and Corwin upon one of her returns to the castle: pretend that nothing had happened and that everything was normal.  It was just easier for the whole family that way.

Quiet thereafter, she just listened to the conversation she'd arrived in the middle of, without adding anything for the moment.  If past experience was any guide, nothing she could have said would be any help to Caitriona; the best thing she could do for her sister on the subject was just stay silent.
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