#knightcaptrylen

please forgive me, my loves?

Childhood Hobby; Then and Now: As a child Rylen would pluck bugs from their journey or their hiding spots, plopping them in what was once his mother’s favorite jam jar. He uses a knife and punches holes in the top, watching the rhinoceros beetle slip, slide, and clambor against the smooth side of the jar, unable to find any purchase. He collects moss and berries, making the new home comfortable for his new friend. His mother would disapprove, his father would laugh and ask how he possibly bested such a mighty foe. As an adult in the Approach he pauses while giving commands to a scout, eyes falling to the stones of the Keep and watching as a rhinoceros beetle makes it’s way across the way. He finishes his order, making sure no one steps on the creature, before plucking the beetle from the ground and snatching some berries from a nearby merchant’s stall. He moves to the shadows, to an unused corner of the keep by an unused tower and puts down the berries first, then the beetle, and walks away.

Likely Knight-Commander Cullen, his soldiers, King Sebastian, pretty much anyone that relies on him.

It didn’t take long to catch Cullen up on everything, he’d been writing regular letters as he always did, and just a short time after he entered the main hall he left, walking straight to the door that had been pointed out as the seamstress’s workshop. He knocked before peaking inside, “Lass? Sorry to interrupt, I think I may have something that belongs to you,” he stepped inside and unwrapped the cloth from around his wrist, holding it out to the beautiful woman.  

Caitlin stiffened for a second when the knight captain suddenly came to her side.  Well, this was quite... new.  He was probably drunk.  The thought of the man being a cuddly drunk was incredibly entertaining and she had to bite back a giggle.  She couldn’t have been all that warm; she was huddled in front of the fire herself because of how easily she took chill.  Instead she just rubbed his back soothingly, poor man probably just needed help back to his quarters or tent or whatnot.  “Ser?” she asked softly.  “Are you alright?  Did you need something?”