Open | Action: What is a sally if not another word for adventure? (literally)

[hildago]

While there had been no flower-borne sickness for Don Quixote, nor another kind of sickness (which really, might have been the death of the old man, what with his missing teeth and chinked ear). So, today, the weather only finds the Knight Errant on the back of his fair, sway-backed steed, Rocinante, the hooves clip-clopping along the streets, in search of adventure.

That there can be no true monsters, or dragons, doesn't occur to him. After all, what is a Knight without adventure? (Besides a crazy old man?)

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[sempreborgia]

"He seemed so nice ad declared his protection over me." And perhaps she was a bit naive in accepting it, in accepting any kindness for that matter. Itinere had given her so many gifts, kindness one of them.

He kisses her knuckles and she steps in closer to him to lean herself against him with her arms folded in against his chest. A clear invitation to wrap his arms around her. "I fear I am not very world wise beyond what little I have seen of it. There was a time I thought no one would dare harm the daughter of the Pope. I know that not to be truth now."

[apprenticemusketeer]

Arms indeed encircling her, d'Artagnan rests his chin on her head. "I will keep you safe, Lucrezia. None will hurt you here," he promises. Even if the biggest threat thus far does seem to be sickness and the random madman.

"This place is just so very different. We must not take it at its face value. We cannot claim to know all that is going on, yes?"

[sempreborgia]

Lucrezia leans into that embrace, glad that he picked up on the fact that she needed it, that she needed to be held for a moment. Cesare had always been so willing and ready to hold her when she needed it, as had her mother and father. Not Juan as they had never been so close as the rest. She had none of her family here.

d'Artagnan filled the role nicely. "I can't even begin to understand the spectacle of it. Such strange people and things that seem more like magic than anything true and real." She pauses. "You are more true and real than anything else here." Perhaps, because he is from closer to her time. They both marvel at the many unexplained things here.

[apprenticemusketeer]

"I wish to stay that way as well," d'Artagnan tells her, leaning back to kiss her forehead. "I will protect you." It is the very least that he can do. "We'll find our way through. I promise that I shall be by your side."