Kel awoke the next day feeling some what happy. *that's a first* Kel
laughed to herself mentally. Kel got out of bed and did her usual glaive
exercises. After, she washed up and donned a pair of deerskin breeches and
a white shirt with a forest green tunic over it. Kel tied her hair up and
put her veil on. She grabbed her sword and glaive and started for the
practice courts she trained at when she was a page and a squire.
"Cleon get up, I want to get in shape for the ball tonight" Neal whined. Cleon almost laughed to himself, they both knew that since the Kel incident no woman but Oranie would ever talk or approach Neal. "Alright, I'm up." Cleon stretched and dress hastily in tan breeches and a white shirt with a wine tunic over it. He raked his comb through his curls and swung open the door. Cleon saw Neal leaning agaisnt the door frame with his usual outift on, brown breeches with a white shirt and a dark green tunic. "You know Neal, if you don't start wearing different colors people are going to think you wear the same thing everyday." Neal glared at Cleon but then smiled. "If you've finished berating me, can we please start down to the practice court?" Cleon nodded and set off in his lenghtly stride. It took Neal a while to stay with his pace. After a few minutes Cleon and Neal rounded a sharp corner that lead to the squires wing. Up ahead Neal saw a very attractive young lady dressed in deerskin breeches and a forest green tunic. (I wonder who it is. lol) Neal nudged Cleon in the side. "Do you see what I'm hoping I see?" Cleon looked up and followed Neal's gaze, up ahead of them was a tall gracefully woman dressed for work. Cleon smiled at Neal and nodded mutley. "I do hope to meet that lady, don't you?" Neal drawled. Cleon shook his head as he saw Neal run ahead. Neal was within two strides of the run lady and reached out his arm to touch her shoulder. As his hand settled on his shoulder an arm reached around and pinned Neal to the wall with a dagger at his throat. As Neal looked up at the lady's face, his eyes widdened.
"Cleon get up, I want to get in shape for the ball tonight" Neal whined. Cleon almost laughed to himself, they both knew that since the Kel incident no woman but Oranie would ever talk or approach Neal. "Alright, I'm up." Cleon stretched and dress hastily in tan breeches and a white shirt with a wine tunic over it. He raked his comb through his curls and swung open the door. Cleon saw Neal leaning agaisnt the door frame with his usual outift on, brown breeches with a white shirt and a dark green tunic. "You know Neal, if you don't start wearing different colors people are going to think you wear the same thing everyday." Neal glared at Cleon but then smiled. "If you've finished berating me, can we please start down to the practice court?" Cleon nodded and set off in his lenghtly stride. It took Neal a while to stay with his pace. After a few minutes Cleon and Neal rounded a sharp corner that lead to the squires wing. Up ahead Neal saw a very attractive young lady dressed in deerskin breeches and a forest green tunic. (I wonder who it is. lol) Neal nudged Cleon in the side. "Do you see what I'm hoping I see?" Cleon looked up and followed Neal's gaze, up ahead of them was a tall gracefully woman dressed for work. Cleon smiled at Neal and nodded mutley. "I do hope to meet that lady, don't you?" Neal drawled. Cleon shook his head as he saw Neal run ahead. Neal was within two strides of the run lady and reached out his arm to touch her shoulder. As his hand settled on his shoulder an arm reached around and pinned Neal to the wall with a dagger at his throat. As Neal looked up at the lady's face, his eyes widdened.