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[Nope. Go away. She's hiding in her tree because she doesn't want to have anything to do with courts or marriage arrangements or stuffy lords or anything of the sort. The only thing that sticks out of the tree are her bare legs.]

[Lords and Ladies, Ygraine du Bois]

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[What odd fruit. Tristan grabs a stick from the bottom of the tree and proceeds to tickle the bottom of one of her feet with it.]

[He walks up to the tree, having spied her legs from the path he was walking to go do whatever duty it is he was supposed to do this time. Something about counting the coppers again or some other nonsense he didn't want to waste such a nice day on.

This was curious, though perhaps not too uncommon. He smirked as he dropped the apple and reached up, gently tugging her foot just enough to get her attention before he let go.]

My Lady, I see you've found yourself a new home. How goes it up there?

[She screeches and kicks at him]

Tristan!

[She peers down when her foot is pulled on]

Far better than any stuffy court Lady Mun puts me in!

Yes?

[Did you want him to do something? He continues prodding the soles of her feet.]

[She kicks at him again and again.]

I'm here because I refuse to let Lady Mun make me do things!

And what does she think she can make you do from up there?

You might want to blame your parents more than her, Ygraine, they are the ones who make you a Princess, after all. [Points out, vaguely attempting to be helpful.]

Do you think there is room for two to sit up there in your Queendom of the Tree's, or shall I remain your humble servant down here? [he adds, with a sweeping bow.]]

Being courted and such.

[Is this a trick?]

Did either Lady Mun or my Lady and Lordship send you here?

[She's only ever invited Tristan up. And that was after much convincing]

Did you mention the time you tipped an entire goblet of wine on Sir Balin because of his stench?

[She tries not to grin at that]

He needed a bath.

Or the time Sir Gareth's doublet caught fire?

He complained of the cold.

[innocent look]

And stood too close to one of the candles?

And Sir Madoc?

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He could have been less rude to Matilda.

I think your Lady had nigh on forgotten that I knew my way to these parts, and as for your parents, well they hate to impose on such a busy Lord and wouldn't bother.

Besides, I wouldn't listen unless you were in danger. I'm your brothers friend, you know. [As if that explained not doing what her parents told him, but he shrugged and then easily climbed up the tree, finding a nice solid branch not far from hers to sit on.]

Really, Princess, why so sour?

Yet your mun still thinks it wise to try and have another court you?

[Tristan's laughter is deep and booming as he grabs the lowest branch of the tree and makes to climb up beside her.]

[She SIGHS and leans against the trunk of the tree]

Lady Mun is in allegiance with my Lady and Lordship. The nerve! Speaking of courts and marriages! And and and bearing children!

[Child, Ygraine]

A child!

She speaks of madness!

[She watches as he climbs up too. This is almost as much Tristan's spot as it is hers.]

Of bearing a child!

[Sitting under said tree with a book. Playing guard, distraction, and also waiting for her to come down.] What are we hiding from?

Lady Mun, my Lady and Lordship, and whatever disgusting suitor they see fit to send this way.

[She pokes her head down and offers a hand]

Come hide with me.

[The corners of his mouth turn upward in mild amusement, she was sweet, and adorable, and he wished he could give her the freedom from expectation and duty she craved. He wished he could give it to Tristan, as well, and take it for himself but it was not to be, he feared.]

Well I suppose you could run away, but then Tristan would drag me on a never ending quest to find you and he'd pout the whole time and that would be tiresome. He would worry. [It wouldn't be that tiresome, Gorlois liked almost nothing better than the company of her brother, and could be found with him at odd hours scheming, among other things, like boys not yet reached adulthood planning to put itching powder in their Nurse's wimple.]

Even if you wed, children need not come right away, and perhaps you would grow fond... in time. I am supposed to be finding someone to wed, as well. It is a... interesting task. [He with no parent's to speak of anymore, his mother gone last year to join his Da.] You are young, there is plenty of time. [So he thinks.]

[A quick, but small, grin as she tucks the book into her skirt. She stands and takes Ygraine's hand and lets her help her tug her up into the tree.] Are you certain this is wi - that this can hold us both?

Never.

[if her mun thinks Tristan would let just anyone touch his sister like that...]

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