Fall 30 night time
The air was chilly, the night had fallen fast, after a day of being himself, training, patrolling, being with friends, trying not to get hurt in more than one way. Garland was about to enter the dormitories, intent on crashing into his comfy bed, and be lulled to sleep by the chatter of the night.
Of course, fate had other plans. The young squire saw a familiar old face standing by the door of the dorm. It was the old stable hand, Gunther. Garland wondered what he wanted, he forgotten about the bet he had make a week or so ago.
"Gunther? What's the matter, old man? Problem in the stables?" Garland asked, placing his bag on the ground. "Or did you miss me? You old windbag?"
Gunther gave a hearty laugh, a laugh fit for a man like him. "You wish, greeny." He said and leaned on the wall. "No, I came here because I wanted your company over for dinner." He said in a overly sarcastic tone.
Garland decided to play along. "I would love to come over for dinner! What are we having? Tree bark or a hay bale?" He laughed along with the old man.
"No, you idiot. Remember the bet a few nights ago? Well, Fall 30 marks the start of the bet, and the end would on the 60. Remember, 30 days~!" Gunther gave a sly smile and walked towards Garland, grabbing his arm and started dragging him back to the street.
Garland got free. "Woah there, let me get changed first before you drag me off to the stables!" Garland said and ran into dorms, went into his room, locked the door undressed and went to bed.
A few uneventful chimes pass, a cricket had started chirping, softly and rhythmically into the night.
Gunther shook his head. "Sera Catherine... Would you be a dear and fetch the boy?" Gunther said to the bushes
Said knight walked out of the bushes, looking a bit annoyed. "He didn't see me? Really? Any more obvious and I would have stood out in the open."
Catherine shook off the leaves and branches that stuck to her clothes. She went into the dorm and kicked open the door. Garland shot up instinctively grabbed his sword and aimed at Catherine.
She reacted quickly, she rushed in, disarmed him with a quick jab to the gut and a blow on his wrist. She grabbed his free hand and slipped behind his back in a very uncomfortable hold.
The fact that Garland was naked made this scene very awkward to anyone but Catherine, she had changed his diaper when he was just a baby, this didn't effect her whatsoever.
"S-Sera! I-I'm sorry. ow... I
I didn't know it was you!" Garland groaned as Catherine tightened her grip on his wrists.
[color=red]"Think you can weasel out a deal? We gotta break that habit of yours, boy. Get dressed and get out, no getting out of this, son." She released her grip and went back to the door, she leaned back on the wall and crossed her arms on her chest.
Garland hastily threw on his clothes. He ran out the door and out of the building. He gave Gunther the stink eye.
Gunther just gave a small, sly smile and turned away. "Come on, boy. You've got a lot of work to do."
Catherine followed right behind then, keeping an eye on the boy. "Don't even think of trying to get out of this bet."
The air was chilly, the night had fallen fast, after a day of being himself, training, patrolling, being with friends, trying not to get hurt in more than one way. Garland was about to enter the dormitories, intent on crashing into his comfy bed, and be lulled to sleep by the chatter of the night.
Of course, fate had other plans. The young squire saw a familiar old face standing by the door of the dorm. It was the old stable hand, Gunther. Garland wondered what he wanted, he forgotten about the bet he had make a week or so ago.
"Gunther? What's the matter, old man? Problem in the stables?" Garland asked, placing his bag on the ground. "Or did you miss me? You old windbag?"
Gunther gave a hearty laugh, a laugh fit for a man like him. "You wish, greeny." He said and leaned on the wall. "No, I came here because I wanted your company over for dinner." He said in a overly sarcastic tone.
Garland decided to play along. "I would love to come over for dinner! What are we having? Tree bark or a hay bale?" He laughed along with the old man.
"No, you idiot. Remember the bet a few nights ago? Well, Fall 30 marks the start of the bet, and the end would on the 60. Remember, 30 days~!" Gunther gave a sly smile and walked towards Garland, grabbing his arm and started dragging him back to the street.
Garland got free. "Woah there, let me get changed first before you drag me off to the stables!" Garland said and ran into dorms, went into his room, locked the door undressed and went to bed.
A few uneventful chimes pass, a cricket had started chirping, softly and rhythmically into the night.
Gunther shook his head. "Sera Catherine... Would you be a dear and fetch the boy?" Gunther said to the bushes
Said knight walked out of the bushes, looking a bit annoyed. "He didn't see me? Really? Any more obvious and I would have stood out in the open."
Catherine shook off the leaves and branches that stuck to her clothes. She went into the dorm and kicked open the door. Garland shot up instinctively grabbed his sword and aimed at Catherine.
She reacted quickly, she rushed in, disarmed him with a quick jab to the gut and a blow on his wrist. She grabbed his free hand and slipped behind his back in a very uncomfortable hold.
The fact that Garland was naked made this scene very awkward to anyone but Catherine, she had changed his diaper when he was just a baby, this didn't effect her whatsoever.
"S-Sera! I-I'm sorry. ow... I
I didn't know it was you!" Garland groaned as Catherine tightened her grip on his wrists.
[color=red]"Think you can weasel out a deal? We gotta break that habit of yours, boy. Get dressed and get out, no getting out of this, son." She released her grip and went back to the door, she leaned back on the wall and crossed her arms on her chest.
Garland hastily threw on his clothes. He ran out the door and out of the building. He gave Gunther the stink eye.
Gunther just gave a small, sly smile and turned away. "Come on, boy. You've got a lot of work to do."
Catherine followed right behind then, keeping an eye on the boy. "Don't even think of trying to get out of this bet."
