Cadentibus Astris

Arriving in Camelot !

Mithian laughed as she rode along besides her brother. “Get back here you idiot!”

“Nope!” Karac stuck his tongue out at her as he trotted along ahead of her holding her lace triumphantly. “You’ll just have to come and get it.”

“I have plans for that! If you get it dirty so help you!” She kicked her heels into her horse speeding it up towards her brother.

Grinning Karac loosened the reins and laughed as he took off ahead of her. Mithian smiled as she realized a race was on. Soon they were thundering down the road. Her heart was racing as she leaned slightly, moving in tandem with her horse to chase her brother down. Bright laughter from ahead of her edged her on as she encouraged her horse to gallop faster.

They both ignored the shouts of their escort as they left them behind. Mithian felt like snorting at the idea that either of them needed guards, well if Karac wasn’t there she would. Still it was irksome how many guards their father had seen fit to send with them. She almost felt bad for Kael being left to bear the brunt of their overprotective parents alone, almost.

“Get back here you thief!” She called out as she began to catch up to her brother’s horse. Mithian was not going to lose, so she ignored it as her horse’s hooves began to clatter across cobblestones instead of dirt as they made their way through the streets of their destination. She wasn’t going to lose, not today.

As they moved through the streets they were both forced to slow down to keep from trampling innocent civilians. Mithian found she was nearly caught up with her brother who was clearing the way for her on accident as he made this way through the streets. Reaching out she just missed grabbing her piece of lace as Karac pulled his horse up sharply.

Surprised Mithian followed suit reining in her horse sharply. “Karac? What’s wrong?”

Karac was already jumping off his horse. She sighed as she realized he was helping pick up a basket of apples that an older woman had dropped while moving out of their way. Mithian easily caught the reigns of her brother’s horse to prevent it from running off and just watched amused as Karac apologized in a ramble of nonsense while helping with the apples.

Mithian reached into her pouch and pulled out a piece of gold. Interrupting her brother’s rambles she decided to save him. “We’re terribly sorry our game harmed your produce. Here, consider it payment for any damaged goods.”

“You’re too kind your grace.” The woman curtsied deeply before accepting the coin.

Karac laughed easily while reaching out and catching the older woman’s elbow and helping her out of her courtesy. “Please we’re sorry for bothering you, no need for formality.” He smiled brightly as he held out the refilled basket of apples. Then he seemed to pause and consider. “Do you need help carrying these somewhere? I’d be happy to help.”

“Oh you sweet boy.” The woman said her face softening. Shifting to the side she glared at a young gangly teen. “You could learn to be more like this here lord, boy.”

Mithian had to bite her lip to prevent herself from laughing at the horror on the boy’s face as his cheeks turned a bright red. “Karac, give the boy his grandmother’s apples.”

“Of course.” He quickly handed the basket over to the boy, who was still doing his best impression of an apple. “Are you sure you’re alright ma’am?”

The woman reached up and patted his cheek. “I’m just fine. Go on then, I’m sure a lord like you has more important things to do than bother with an old woman like me.”

“That’s just not true.” Karac smiled brightly at her before swinging himself back up into the saddle. “Sorry again for almost knocking you over.”