#♤ w/ lance

[thrcughthewccds]

where: some woods | when: day time | whom: @courageguided Lance

Flynn rides along the road, head whipping about, trying to find landmarks he might recognize.

He's not lost.

He's not.

He's just gotten confused.

Maximus had decided to stay in Corona with Ray, which makes sense even though he would've been more useful to Flynn in remembering all the ways back.

Okay, he's lost.

He sighs and slows down. He hears hooves getting closer, and he looks up as a horse, and its rider turns a bend.

"Excuse me!" he calls out, waving his arms. "Mind helping a guy out?"

[onthe-edge-ofapokeball]

How and why??? (At lance)

A challenger defeated me. It's by design that they take my place, however... I was not expecting for it to be some... kid.

[thrcughthewccds]

"Very handsome morning," Flynn says with a flirtatious smirk then ducks his head in embarrassment. "I'm afraid I'm a bit lost. I was supposed to be in Camelot yesterday but I got side tracked with a griffin."

It had been rough and ended with Flynn losing his sword and having to rely on that trusty frying pan to knock the beast out long enough to get away. And getting lost as a consequence.

lance  was  out  on  a  mission.  he  didn't  like  being  away  from  arthur  his  king  for  too  long,  but  sometimes  it  couldn't  be  helped.

he'd  grabbed  his  horse  &  rode  out  like  the  wind,  leaving  only  dust  in  his  wake  to  get  back  as  soon  as  possible.  not  too  far  from  the  castle,  he  noticed  someone  in  the  middle  of  the  old  dirt  road.  clicking  his  tongue  at  his  white  steed,  he  came  to  a  halt  next  to  him,  his  horse  turning  &  neighing.  “hello,  good  sir. beautiful morning, is it not?”  lancelot  was,  above  all,  a  man  for  the  people.  of  course  he'd  laid  down  some  of  his  knightly  duties  to  protect  &  care  for  his  king,  but  when  presented  with  a  chance  to  do  good,  he  would.  "how  may  i  be  of  assistance?"