The word for this drabble is ammophilious (sand loving) by The Amazing Reviewer (anonymous) so thank you!
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Sunbathing and Sandcastles
Most of the Knights of Camelot had never been to the beach before, their jobs mainly required them to stay in cities and get lost in woods, not go to the seaside. Arthur should have therefore thought about how they would react when, on travelling to a neighbouring Kingdom, he, the Knights and Merlin, stumbled across a beach.
The Knights stopped and stared blissfully at the peaceful scene; waves gently lapped on the shore and the sun beat down on golden sand. Why had no one told them about this place before? Arthur, in the meantime, was getting a little confused by their expression of wonder.
"Err…if you want to stop here to some rest for a while, then we can," he said slowly. He looked around the grassy bank they stood on. "And I think when we start travelling once again we should continue go West—"
There was the sound of scampering behind him, and Arthur turned back to find his Knights had all moved onto the beach and were lying in a row on the sand, sunbathing. Merlin was building a sandcastle.
Arthur stared. "What are you doing?" He demanded.
Elyan shrugged casually, "enjoying the beach, what does it look like?"
"But we have work to do…Sir Leon, where did you get the sunglasses from?"
Leon just smiled and handed Percival the sun cream.
"Anyone want to make a miniature Camelot with me?" Merlin asked.
"Yeah!" Lancelot and Gwaine leapt up and rushed over to help Merlin build his sand city, while the others continued to sunbathe.
Arthur glared. "Are we going to carry on during our duty for the real Camelot or are we just going to sit in the sand all day?"
"Sand." Elyan replied.
Arthur snorted and stormed off, muttering under his breath.
But it wasn't long before the Prince returned to the beach. After all, Gwaine had the map (which was now probably buried) and how many opportunities did a Knight of Camelot have to spend a day on the beach?