second; dictated/action

[magicus]

[ Merlin hadn't really expected to ever be running inane errands for Arthur again (for more reason than one), but he took to it with thrilled enthusiasm at the start. It was familiar, and it was simple, and-

Well, it got old after a few days, actually. And it's particularly old right now. He's attempting to carry a tenuously high stack of books back from the castle's library to Arthur's house (which, Arthur living in a house when there's a castle nearby, how's that for backwards) when he trips in the snow and sends the books and himself sprawling.

He only looks mildly chagrined as he goes to collect the books, some of which have more or less vanished into a snowbank. His journal happens to be one of them, and no, he's not aware it's open. ]

- perfect, now he'll call me an idiot for ruining the pages. Probably doesn't even read them. Don't know if anybody's told you, Arthur, but you aren't exactly busy being a king here. If you really wanted to read, you could go to the library like a normal person instead of just keeping books round the house to make you look intelligent.

[ Then, a bit more distracted and muttered under his breath as he focuses on one of the books: ]

King of Cabbage Heads, maybe.

[ Okay, so he might be more than mildly chagrined. He's also crouched down and testing out drying one of the books with magic, but if anyone sees him, he just looks like he's focusing very hard on a ruined book. ]

( ooc: open to action or over the journal! )

Comments

[magicus]

Is your hair normally that color?

[ He might sound slightly skeptical. Dragons and unicorns, he's used to - pink hair, not so much. ]

[axwielding]

Yes. [She's uncertain of the context of hos question, odd coloured hair is natural in her world.]

Is yours?

i am so sorry for making you talk about hair

[magicus]

[ He looks a bit startled by the return question, because it seems obvious. ]

Yes? Sorry, it's just that where I come from hair usually looks a bit more - well, a bit less pink.

No offense meant, it's a lovely color.

pfft, could be worse

[axwielding]

[She tilts her head, hey not that many people actually have black hair in her world... at least, not black without a slight tilt of a colour such as purple.]

I got it from my mom. Where did you get yours?

[magicus]

[ He hesitates for a second before answering, but it's a nostalgic pause more than anything. ]

My father, I suppose. [ He goes to check one of the books as he continues, and it's already drying well, even if the pages look a bit runny. Still mostly legible. ] How long have you been in the castle?

[axwielding]

[His father must have had black hair. She glances at the book herself, as long as someone could still read it.]

I've been here for six days and fifty minutes counting. It hasn't been that long.