Augustine ate and conversed with the others, smiling. She took a swig of wine.
After sharpening his sword Ekkehardt went down to the stables. "Can you get my horse? She is the tall bay Holsteiner mare," he said to the nearest stablehand briskly, not bothering to make any eye contact.
Arthur was tired of waiting and decided to look around. He stood up quickly and examined the room. The walls were a light blue and the trim a bright gold. He was so absorbed in looking that he didn't notice he was slowly backing up and he toppled over a small pillar. He landed on the ground with a thud, as did a glass vase that shattered in every direction.
So sorry I'm late! I had a potluck tonight at my Church, and I really really wanted to go because I don't get to see my friends much. Could someone quickly fill me in?
Geneveive, who has been there the whole time, smiled politely and ate as she listened to the others converse. She was dressed quite modestly and did not stand out much amongst the others. Except, her bright golden locks that shined the the gentle candle-light.
Geneveive, who has been there the whole time, smiled politely and ate as she listened to the others converse. She was dressed quite modestly and did not stand out much amongst the others. Except, her bright golden locks that shined the the gentle candle-light.
^3^
Augustine, who sat across from Geneveive, was drinking her wine and gradually becoming tipsy.