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Kit laughed and bowed from the waist, sweeping off an imaginary hat to compensate for the fact that he was not wearing one. The maiden was lovely - a truly beautiful woodland nymph with her hair damp around her face and those eyes - curious how eyes reflect not just the soul but the mind. Kit looked into her eyes and felt suddenly as though he were seeing someone unique, someone secret and whole, more whole than perhaps many people he had met in his life. It was a feeling like he was peering into a garden that was usually hidden away, like this person wasn’t used to being seen and he felt quite off-balance and glanced away quickly - looking at the rain and the trees around them. 

“Matrona is my beautiful lady,” he said brightly, to cover his confusion and his amusement at himself for letting his natural whimsy take over. “And like any highborn lady she delights in leading her humble servant,” he bowed again, “Myself, her swain on a wild hunt through woods and over rivers where - alas - my boots deserted me like the traitors that boots so often are.” 

Kit clicked his fingers and Matrona trotted to his side, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as though she was very pleased with herself. Knowing her, she probably was. What, you terrible creature? You think this is funny? If I die of pneumonia and the kingdom is ruined I’ll thank you not to laugh! I don’t think anyone else will appreciate the levity of the situation. “My dear lady,” he turned back to the nymph and saw that her eyes were blue, a detail he had quite missed in his earlier poetic musings. “You would have our eternal gratitude. Much as I like the rain’s communion with the earth, I fear I am now starting to intrude on their private conversations - that, and I’m terribly wet.” He grinned boyishly and swept his hair back from his forehead.

Whimsy Comes in Threes || Kit and Ella

Ah! He heard the bark off to his right and spun towards the sound - calling out again. Never again, my girl. Never again when it’s a rainy day. You go running off to play in the puddles and the river and chase the ducks and here I am without shoes mind, looking for you in the soaking wet and do you care? Of course you don’t care. You think having wet princes is funny.

He saw the movement before he really saw the girl, his giant idiot of an irish wolfhound gamboling towards him like nothing was the matter and oh look isn’t it a wonderful day. Kit frowned half-heartdly and sped up towards her but not before she could bound past the young lady so close that he was afraid she might be knocked over and barge up to put muddy paws on his shoulders and slobber his face.

“No -” he said unconvincingly. “No - no no. I’ve told you before you silly goose, never until you learn to brush your teeth and even then only if you promise to stop eating dirt.”

She wuffed and butted him with her head, tongue lolling and eyes sparkling in a way that almost certainly meant she was highly amused. Now he was a wet prince with no shoes and mud all over his front. Excellent. No one could say he didn’t have an affinity for his land! Kit growled at the dog gruffly before pushing her down and walking quickly towards the young lady. “I am so sorry about my dog, miss. She would apologise herself but I’m afraid I simply haven’t taught her any manners.”

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“Excuse me, sir...” (╯°□°)╯ “I do believe that’s not the proper way to treat a lady.”

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Ah! He heard the bark off to his right and spun towards the sound - calling out again. Never again, my girl. Never again when it’s a rainy day. You go running off to play in the puddles and the river and chase the ducks and here I am without shoes mind, looking for you in the soaking wet and do you care? Of course you don’t care. You think having wet princes is funny.

He saw the movement before he really saw the girl, his giant idiot of an irish wolfhound gamboling towards him like nothing was the matter and oh look isn’t it a wonderful day. Kit frowned half-heartdly and sped up towards her but not before she could bound past the young lady so close that he was afraid she might be knocked over and barge up to put muddy paws on his shoulders and slobber his face.

“No -” he said unconvincingly. “No - no no. I’ve told you before you silly goose, never until you learn to brush your teeth and even then only if you promise to stop eating dirt.”

She wuffed and butted him with her head, tongue lolling and eyes sparkling in a way that almost certainly meant she was highly amused. Now he was a wet prince with no shoes and mud all over his front. Excellent. No one could say he didn’t have an affinity for his land! Kit growled at the dog gruffly before pushing her down and walking quickly towards the young lady. “I am so sorry about my dog, miss. She would apologise herself but I’m afraid I simply haven’t taught her any manners.”

Whimsy Comes in Threes || Kit and Ella

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Whimsy Comes in Threes || Kit and Ella

The day was in-ex-orable, petites. That was precisely the word. It poured - the heavens of the earth opened above and down came the deluge, rain running in gorges and rivers and waterfalls down the trunks of trees, over leaves, soaking into the earth and dripping in quick three-four time from every single twig, branch and cranny of the woods. And here we are then, here we are - stuck in the woods without boots or a hat and father will be most put out, quite absolutely.

The boots - fine boots though they were - had gone the way that most boots are apt to go if one takes it into ones mind that perhaps one should be hurrying to catch up with ones dog and the boots get stuck in the mud and then voila you lose the damn things in the dam’ river you were wading through because they are traitors and cowards. And pos-i-tive-ly dreadful footwear. 

His hat had fallen prey to the wind an hour hence. 

All in all, it was a day to laugh at. Christopher called out once again for his blasted dog, the wench was laughing at him somewhere, he just knew it. “Matrona! Would you come here! I am not playing a game, woman!” He wiped his hair back from his forehead and blinked away the water from his eyes, looking up into the belly of the storm. Taranis bellowed his wrath somewhere up in the darkness, and more rain poured down. He was drenched from his jerkin to his feet - and he must look a royal sight, or rather a non-royal sight because, my dear, princes simply do not wander the woods in this manner. Didn’t you know?

“Matrona!” He turned and walked to the nearest tree, leaning on the trunk and trying to get enough shelter to be able to see clearly. “Matrona - where have you gone to?”

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