[ Strange as it was, this all felt so much more... comfortingly familiar, for Gareth. More, that dagger seemed to prick at her, but for once it was oddly... welcome? She couldn't help but laugh herself, though subdued, trying to keep herself together. She was a Knight, after all, representing the Round Table. Lancelot's words rang in her ears, low and calm, assuring her of how to proceed. ]
To have any of my lady's favor, would give me wings to sail winter's winds...
[ Spoken softly, the warmth in her tone still present, but less like sunlight and more like... a hearth, gently blazing, permeating a room with its aura.
Gareth took the offered hand, tender in her own, and knelt before Rinea, to a knee, lifting her knuckle slowly to her lips, keeping her eyes trained upwards, towards the other girl's, as said lips brushed the gloved nuckle, letting her breath play upon them first. ]
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To have any of my lady's favor, would give me wings to sail winter's winds...
[ Spoken softly, the warmth in her tone still present, but less like sunlight and more like... a hearth, gently blazing, permeating a room with its aura.
Gareth took the offered hand, tender in her own, and knelt before Rinea, to a knee, lifting her knuckle slowly to her lips, keeping her eyes trained upwards, towards the other girl's, as said lips brushed the gloved nuckle, letting her breath play upon them first. ]
You honor me...