[2] WEEPING MONK║you're not what I was looking for

53| Someone Amongst You - 𝐈

═ 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘈𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘠𝘰𝘶 ═

[TW// Moderate blood, gore, violence. Minor/major injury/death. Infrequent strong language.]

Ari, Lancelot and the Fey leave to meet King Uther, but are held up by a grave turn of events.

The forest was only half alive, most people still tucked within their cots from what Lancelot could sense as he wandered Goliath in amongst the south-easterly trails, making a point that whoever did see him - saw that he had been hunting this morning. He was met half an hour after leaving Ari by Squirrel, stood with his foot tapping and arms folded incredulously.

"You could have said that you weren't coming back. I was stuck with Hector all night," Squirrel huffed, evidently displeased.

Lancelot continued to walk his horse forwards towards him. The boy was brash and far too good at it. "What is your problem with Hector?"

"He snores. Loudly. Like a goat."

How do you know the snore of a goat? Lancelot almost asked, halting his horse. Staring at the child, he held out the dead pheasant, saying, "He will be pleased to know that you think of him so highly."

Squirrel rolled his eyes, grabbed the poor bird by the foot and walked off in the direction of the clearing. Lancelot did not get much further down the trail until he was interrupted again, his eyes locking onto the familiarity of another's. Though from the look on the other man's face, this meeting wasn't intentional.

Something silent passed between him and the Green Knight, for the knight followed and didn't say a word until they were in the ironic privacy of one of the paddocks, surrounded by a dozen horses or so.

Gawain was not subtle with his sarcasm, folding his arms a safe distance away. "You found her, I see."

Lancelot kept his attention on his horse's saddle, loosening the girth for now. "There was not enough light to journey back before nightfall." Another excuse, but it were no lie.