MariaTheCat66

“Hey. Galahad.” “Hm?” “Do you wonder why we’re here?” Sir Galahad looked up from his spot under a giant oak tree that both he and Sir Percival currently were; they were under the tree due to an unexpected blizzard that caught them as they left from Sir Lancelot’s place to train, and Galahad had hastily thrown a psychokinetic field around the tree to shield them from the frigid onslaught. Galahad closed the small book he held and stood, pocketing the book and walking next to Percival to watch the blizzard like she had been doing. “I’m sorry, could you please repeat that Percival?