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Ye Old Preserves [late afternoon]

Mat decided that the morning rides on Pips were a bloody insane practice to continue (since he tended to rise at the crack of...noon), and so today he'd gone riding at a much more reasonable time.

He was now taking a break as Pip explored the low-growing shrubbery (it was important to know how these things tasted, after all), leaning against a tree and whittling.

[OOC: Expecting one, but if you are randomly walking through the forest, knock yourself out...]

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Karla tore through the woods, sobbing into her hands. That cruel, cruel Arthur, tearing her beloved Merlin away from her! Why couldn't he understand that there love was too deep, too pure to ever be parted! The bare winter branches tugged at her hair and clothing, but she barely noticed, barreling ever foreward, trying to escape the pain lodged deeply in her heart.

A pain she knew she would never get over.

Karla was so intent on her tears and emotional agony that she didn't even notice Pips or Mat until it was too late. Karla dashed into Pips's flank at full speed. That alone would have been enough to daze her, but physics had her bouncing backwards from her collision and circumstances had her collided with a tree.

And down Karla went, falling to the ground in a daze.

"Blood and ashes!" Mat yelped, racing over to her. "Are you all right?"

Karla groaned and opened her eyes. Dammit, she was dizzy again and the world swam in front of her eyes. It cleared only when she focused on Mat, handsome and dashing Mat, gazing down at her in concern.

"I think I hit my head," she murmured, far more concerned with the revelation of how deeply she loved Mat than any passing injury.

Merlin who?

She slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position. "Mat. I'm so happy to see you. I don't think I've been happier to see anyone in my whole life."

Mat grinned cheekily at her. "You wouldn't believe how many times I've heard that," he teased, crouching down. "How's your head? You bounced off Pips pretty bloody hard."

What an amazing smile he had! Karla had always thought Mat ~~sexy~~ handsome, but she had never realized just what a pinnacle of masculine perfection he was. "No, no, I'm okay," she said automatically, having ascertained that with Craft.

Until another thought struck her. "Actually, now that you mention it, I'm not so sure," she sais, looking up at him with big eyes. "I feel a little sore. Maybe even dizzy." She leaned towards him as if she couldn't sit upright on her own.

Mat, being ~~slow~~ chivalrous, held out his hands toward her.

Karla gratefully took his hands and rose--only to fall gratefully into his arms. She buried her face into his should until she was sure she wasn't smiling and drew away. "Oh, thank you," she said, voice quavering. "I guess I'm still a bit unsteady on my feet. Thank the Darkness you're so strong. And handsome."

What? She couldn't not add that part!

Mat blinked. "I am?"

He didn't really remember her being this...forward...when they'd gone riding together. "Would you like to take Pips back to the dorms, then?" he asked.

"You are!" Karla assured him eagerly. "Strong, handsome, incredibly masculine. Any female's dream, truly."

At his invitation, she clambered up on Pips with ease, possibly belying any remaining 'injury' on her part. And flashed him a winning smile. "Thank you so much for your offer. I'm sure I'll be nice and warm on the way back, snuggled in your finely muscled arms."

Mat's eyebrows arched way up. "It's rather hard to steer a horse while snuggling," he pointed out.

And he would know, having tried it a couple of times.

"I have every faith in your ability to manage it anyway," Karla said, giving a happy little sigh at the idea. "Besides," she said, leaning over to pat the horse's neck, "Pips is a good horse. I doubt we'll need to do much steering."

Which totally meant they could focus on other activities.

"Maybe some light snuggling," said poor, stupid Mat.

Karla beamed at him, trying out some eyelash fluttering--light, eyelash fluttering of course, so she wouldn't look stupid.

Hopefully it didn't make her look like she had a concussion or anything.

She patted the saddle behind her and waited for him to clamber up. "Does kissing someone breatheless count as light snuggling?" she asked.

Emma would be so proud.

Mat's smile broadened. "As long as you don't fall of a horse, yes," he declared.

Poor Mat. Poor, poor Mat. He had no idea what he was getting himself in for.

"Please, Mat," Karla said, giving his a sassy smile. "I'm far too good a rider for that. I don't think there's anything you could do that could endanger me."

Why yes that was a challenge! Subtle Karla was subtle!

Mat pulled himself up behind her on Pips' back. "Oh really."

"Yes, really," Karla said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "We could make a wager on it if you like."

Oh, now that just wasn't fair. "What shall we wager?" he asked, holding on a little more tightly to her waist than would be considered absolutely necessarily and getting Pips moving with a gesture from his knees.

He was holding her so tightly! He did love her!

It was amazing how anything could be used to support that thesis, once pesky things like logic and reality were ignored.

She did use the movement as an excuse to snuggle more closely to Mat though. The forward momentum and all. Or something. Whatever.

"I'm absolutely certain that I don't have anywhere enough experience with these sorts of things as you do," she informed him, twisting partway around to give him a smile. "Perhaps I should leave the wager up to you then. What are you willing to lose?"

"Oh, I don't like to lose at all," Mat said, winking. "And I seldom do. So don't offer up something you're not willing to part with."

"Of course I wouldn't!" Karla laughed. "It's not like I could very well wager you against yourself, silly."

Because, right now, he was the only thing she wouldn't be willing to give up.

"Perhaps an item of jewelry then?" she suggested archly. "I have an heirloom piece that I'm thinking would suit you just fine."

She was talking about her father's Consort ring, in fact ~~which was not one of those rings and that's a thought I will never get rid of. Great.~~

"I think jewelry will do nicely," Mat declared. He loved giving baubles to women, so doing so would lessen the sting of losing the bet.

Should he lose, which he was in no way intending.

He adjusted his hat and grinned impishly.

[OOC: and his mun FINALLY remembered to click 'post comment'...]

"Earbobs and bracelets are my favorite," she informed him with a cheeky smile. "So you know what to get me when you lose."

Karla congratulated herself on a most brilliant scheme. Here she was, cozily snuggled up against her true love, proposing a game that would begin with kisses and end with jewelry.

Truly, she was a mastermind.

"I'll remember, but I'm not getting them for you," Mat said, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

"So say you," Karla retorted, turning her head to return his kiss. His jawline was eminently kissable, she had realized. "You know, with a game like this, even losing the game counts as a win. That should be some comfort for you."

"Depends whether or not I end up falling from the horse," Mat laughed, tickling her a little.

Karla laughed and squirmed against him. "Ticking, huh?" she said. "We'll see how much you like tickling!"

With a thought, three pairs of phantom hands were created and set upon him. Though with his amulet, Karla wasn't certain they'd work.

Other than the medallion going cold against his throat there was no effect. "Trying to cheat, are you?" he asked.

"All's fair in love and war," Karla said innocently. Then pouted a bit, turning large puppy-eyes on him. "I don't suppose I can convince you to take it off for a bit can I?"

"Not for even a minute," Mat said, leaning in to kiss her neck.

"Too smart for your own good," Karla said, sighing a bit as his lips found her neck. "Must be why I love you so much."

If Mat's life had come with a soundtrack, there would have been a screeching record player noise right there.

"What?"

"You stopped kissing!" Karla protested, completely oblivious to any metaphorical screeching record players.

"Bloody right I did," Mat said, pulling back and staring at her ~~with blind panic in his eyes~~, looking a little concerned. "I think you might have smacked your bloody head a little harder than I thought."

"Am I bleeding?" Karla asked, worriedly bringing her hand up to the back of her head. She felt around, looking for any telltale signs of injury.

IT WAS ALL HIS FAULT FOR BEING UNCLEAR.

"No, but you're not making a great deal of bloody sense," Mat said.

"Did my speech get all slurry and garbled suddenly?"

She thought she was speaking clearly, but maybe she was just confused. Thank the Darkness Mat was willing and able to take such good care of her! Truly theirs was a love meant to last forever!

Mat wondered what would happen to him if he said yes.

"Yes."

Going to hell, Mat.

"Oh no!" She still wasn't feeling particularly injured, but that didn't mean she couldn't snuggle back against him.

"You'll take care of me in my extremity won't you?" It wasn't really a question. People in love took care of one another, after all. "It shouldn't be long. I can Heal myself with Craft. And then we can get back to the important things."

Like discussing their lives together.

"Like discussing our lives together."

Mat Cauthon didn't bloody squeak.

"Our lives together?"

So we'll just ignore that tone of voice, shall we?

And there Karla went, misinterpreting his reaction again.

"Don't worry," she assured him. "You'll make a very handsome and dapper Consort, even if you aren't Blood. My Court will come to accept and respect you. It'll be tough in the beginning, sure, but we'll just grow closer in adversity."

"I'm not going to be a bloody Consort in a bloody Court!" Mat said, trying to figure a way off of Pips that didn't involve just diving from the saddle.

Karla gasped, a happy sound that had her twisting around to look at him, eyes shining and hands clasped in front of her chest. "You don't want to wear the Consort ring? Of course you won't have to! We can be married, instead, if that is your wish. We're a little young, but...anything for you, Mat."

"We are not getting bloody married," Mat squawked, deciding to hell with his dignity as he rolled off the back of the horse and slapped Pips hard on the rump. "Take her to the clinic, Pips," he yelled, darting into the underbrush.

"But Mat--!" Karla wailed, catching onto the reins, "--I love you!"

She tried to turn Pips around, but the horse was having none of it. Instead, Karla was treated to a hard gallop back to the stables, where Pips then showed no inclination of doing anything other than staying there and eating.

Dratted horse.

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