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Who: Lancelot and Mithian
What: A knight and a princess talk about things.
When: Day 200
Where: The market.
Rating: VANILLA.

[ Mithian honestly does not understand the way some people act here. She is used courting, shy exchanges, walks and banquets, sometimes a feast or a ball of sorts. But here there is 'bars' and 'going for drinks', courting rituals she does not quite grasp. And her bewilderment is only magnified when she interacts with men who are interested in her. While most of them are mostly polite, there has been a time or two where they are quite crude.

And today, she runs into one of them. He is forward and bold, but when he deems it proper to try and press a kiss to her cheek having just met her in the market, he takes it a step too far. She pushes him away and starts down the street with with a growing frustration. So much so that she does not look where she's going and runs straight into a knight of Camelot, someone who is truly chivalrous.]

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[Lancelot's own mind is preoccupied with the changes in the lady who he vowed to protect with his life. The lady who now wanted nothing to do with him. Which is why he notices the princess only when she runs straight into his mercifully unarmored chest.

He blinks down at her, immediately coming back to his senses.]

Princess - I'm so sorry - are you alright?

[ Mithian's own mind is clouded by thoughts of Morgana, it was part of the reason she is in the market, in need of a distraction. Immediately, when she feels the impact, she looks apologetic and even more so when she sees it's Lancelot.]

I'm fine. I apologize, I was not paying attention to where I was walking.

Nor was I. Please, accept my apology.

[He inclines his head before her, taking note of the look on her face. She seems distraught.]

Has something happened, my lady?

[ She lets out a breath, smoothing out her skirts for a moment before she gives him a sheepish look, though it's tinted with annoyance.] I do not understand some of the people that reside here. [ With the way she sounds unsettled, it's clear that it's discomfort, not flattery that put the blush on her cheeks.] Or the way they behave.

[Ah, there is something he only recently cleared up himself so he can definitely relate. He smiles down at her sympathetically.]

Nor do I. Different worlds have different standards and it is difficult to understand at times. Would you like to speak of it?

[ She hesitates a little, swallowing with cheeks flushing further.] Some of the men here are very... bold.

I can imagine -- as are the woman.

[But for him to deal with it seems somehow easier - she is a lady, she should be sheltered from such behavior.]

Has anyone harmed you? Forced anything?

[Because if they did - they are in fact, dead. It's only a matter of time.]

I have not been harmed. [ She says it tenderly, her eyes meeting with his, grateful to be reminded of the fact there are still chivalrous men here. However, she does not speak of being forced. ] A man thought it right to kiss me on the cheek without permission or making my acquaintance. But I was perfectly able to fend him off. [ Finally she sounds a tiny bit more amused than offended.

She does pause.] Have some of the women been bold with you, sir knight?

If anyone should ever bother you again, please let me know. I will gladly teach them the proper way to conduct themselves with a lady.

[Her question creates a blush on his own cheeks; despite having talked things through with Raven, the memory of their kiss is still something he's quite apprehensive about.]

Different worlds will have different costumes.

Thank you, Sir Lancelot. I will be sure to do so.

[ She smiles at him and takes his blush as a yes.]

I suppose that is true, I am used to knowing the customs of other places but here... they are far different.

Please do.

[He nods] It's quite an adjustment. May I perhaps buy you a cup of coffee? I can assure you no one will bother you while you are with me.

[He definitely looks threatening enough with a sword at his belt.]

Coffee. I do not believe I've had coffee before. [ She smiles before nodding. ] Yes, I would.

You have not?

[His eyebrows shoot up in surprise] I must admit it is one of my favorite things in this city. It is wonderfully energizing. [He offers her his arm]

[ She gives him a bright smile.] Then I should like to try it upon such a recommendation. [ She takes his arm gladly and with relief. No one should bother her when she's on his arm.]

[Anyone who might dare to would get a taste of his steel. He leads her along the streets to his favorite little coffee shop.]

Does this sort of thing happen often to you? [It's somewhat of a relief to know that he's not the only one who fell victim to modern habits. He wonders if the same happened to Arthur or Merlin.]

A misunderstanding of customs? Yes, unfortunately. [ She glances up at him as they walk.] Only it is rare when men pursue me a little too... vigorously. The others have been more polite, I believe. [ She thinks what they said was polite for the most part unless she's missing something.]

As well they should.

[It's not difficult to understand, he's sure he's missing so much more than what he catches and asks about. Life in Asgard can be ever so confusing at times.]

Although, it seems in another worlds or times gestures we take to be of love can be of many meanings.

It seems that affection is given more freely. [ A kiss to the cheek? That's something bold.] Not that I would judge anyone for feeling the way they do. I suppose I am used to the rules of courting from our land. [ Giving tokens, taking walks, talking, exchanging letters then perhaps some stolen kisses.]

Yes.

[He nods] That is certainly the case with most. But I have found some gestures are given simply in gratitude or excitement.

[For example a full on kiss on the lips.]

Have you experienced it many times?

In some measure. It has only been extraordinarily blunt once, and that time has taught me that these gestures can hold many meanings.

[ She gives him a curious glance, wondering what he could mean but she won't press for she's not sure he is the type to share such details.] I suppose you're right. I hope that you were not too disturbed by your experiences.

Not at all. At first I had worried, much as yourself, that it was a gesture of affection, that I had somehow misled her. She is a very dear friend to me. But once the matter was explained, I believe we understand each other better for it.

[He smiles easily thinking of Raven; true their talk was anything but easy, the topics dark and frightening, but their feelings are. They have an instant camaraderie he's glad he did not lose.]

What was the gesture, if I may ask? A gesture of friendship? [ Because what sort of gesture would misled a girl to what end?]

[That sends a light blush to his cheeks]

She had kissed me. On the lips.

[He'll just be looking on ahead at the road and not at her thank you very much]