[Closed Post] ..late morning, and snow..
Jan. 25th, 2024 04:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lanselos_du_lacThe morning after Wanderers Gather, Lancelot actually permits himself to sleep a little late and to skip his morning drills. This is sensible, he reasons, because he did have rather more mulled wine last night than he intended -- not that he has regrets. It was a lovely night, and a joyous one, and if he were to have any regret it would be that he did not spend as much of it in Susan's company as he might have preferred. But he did socialize with more folk than he usually would; all in all, he is feeling rather good this morning even if he does have a little headache.
He eats his breakfast, as usual, and then takes a walk. It's cold, today, and last night's snow seems to have stuck, though there isn't as much of it as he might have expected. It makes him glad for the new rug in his room. He makes his way to the stable to look in on the gelding -- in spite of everything, he has not been able to bring himself to give the horse a name -- and ensure that both horses have blankets. (He knows, of course, that Sagramore is on top of this, but it feels good to check all the same.)
Eventually he heads back to the mansion in search of coffee. He leaves his cloak in his room and heads to the café, thinking idly about how he might spend the afternoon. Reading, perhaps, or perhaps he can find Susan before lunch and make some other plan.
He eats his breakfast, as usual, and then takes a walk. It's cold, today, and last night's snow seems to have stuck, though there isn't as much of it as he might have expected. It makes him glad for the new rug in his room. He makes his way to the stable to look in on the gelding -- in spite of everything, he has not been able to bring himself to give the horse a name -- and ensure that both horses have blankets. (He knows, of course, that Sagramore is on top of this, but it feels good to check all the same.)
Eventually he heads back to the mansion in search of coffee. He leaves his cloak in his room and heads to the café, thinking idly about how he might spend the afternoon. Reading, perhaps, or perhaps he can find Susan before lunch and make some other plan.
