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[dragon_twin]

When Melou brings Angela back into the castle it's around about when dinner would normally be served. However, it's a festival day, so the household has already eaten, in order to be able to head outside for the evening's games.

He pulls her into his room, obviously excited, and starts rummaging through a trunk.

"Get you your mask in just a minute."

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[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela folds her arms over her chest, as yes, it's getting a bit chilly in the castle. She's definitely not used to wearing woolens, either. But she grins, watching him rummage.

She rather likes it when he's excited and happy about something. So she watches him and makes herself get used to the temperature.

[dragon_twin]

He pulls out his own cloak and two wooden masks, handing her one carved with a leafy but feminine pattern.

"You won't need it right away."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

She takes the mask from him and grins. It's pretty neat-looking. "Okay. So where do we go now?" she asks excitedly.

[dragon_twin]

"Outside." He grins. "There's the maze and apple bobbing and general chasing of girls, for us boys. Then when it's dark enough, fire jumping."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela looks at him. "Fire. Jumping." Blink blink.

[dragon_twin]

He is, perhaps, far too cheerful about it.

"Yep! We jump through a fire, not the big bonfire, as a sort of penance for our misdeeds." He shrugs. "Generally, though, it's just fun."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

She smiles a little. "Does everyone have to do this?"

Angela isn't as clumsy as she once was, but she doesn't trust herself to clear a fire.

[dragon_twin]

"You're Saxon." He reminds her. "You wouldn't be expected to know or follow all our traditions."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

"Okay," she says. She sounds relieved. Then she slides her arm around him and leans up to kiss his cheek. "So if I make some mistake, at least there's an excuse."

[dragon_twin]

He nods, tugging her toward the door and out into the hallway.

"Yep. You'll be some poor Saxon girl who doesn't know what she's missing."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

She laughs and leans her head against him as they walk. It's cold, but at least he's close. And thank goodness for wool.

It's slightly softer than she would have thought.

[dragon_twin]

Melou guides her through the castle. He doesn't think she'd remember much and besides, all the torches have been put out so it's darker than usual.

Once outside, he leads her down to the training field, where the main bonfire has already been lit. There are barrels of ale and of apples and some of the older crowd have started to settle into groups and enjoy the fire's warmth.

The younger and more adventurous folk are all heading further down the field, toward the village, which is where Melou directs Angela.

"Maze is that way."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela hasn't been down to the village before, and she sort of wishes it were a bit lighter out so she could see better. But she can see enough.

"It's going to be hard to get through--it's dark."

She's not that worried. Really.

[dragon_twin]

"It's a maze. It's supposed to be hard to get trhough." He kisses her cheek and takes her hand, speeding up to a jog.

The village itself is all but deserted and the continue to follow the crowd to a farmer's field, in which a large maze has been cut into the corn stalks. There are smaller fires lit in various places, making it bright enough to see. Of course, once inside the maze it's whole different story.

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela runs to keep up with him, rather difficult in this dress, but she manages.

Once inside the maze, there's not much except starlight and whatever moonlight there is to light their path. She looks around to figure out which way is best, but figures that there's no good way of telling.

[dragon_twin]

Silly boy, not thinking about the dress. At least not in that context.

He is, however, just as lost as she is, as a new maze is cut every year so there's no chance of remembering the path from year to year. Still, he keeps a good grip on her hand because while he has no problem getting lost inside himself, he'll be damned if he's letting them get separated in the process.

"Point is to make it to the centre and pick up our flag to prove we did it. Then find our way out again."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

She grins. "Easy peasy," she snorts softly. She weaves her fingers in with his. She feels quite the same way about getting seperated.

"That way, maybe?" She points to their right.

[dragon_twin]

"All right."

They weave their way down the path and around a few more turns before hitting a dead end, which makes Melou frown.

"Back out and tot he left, I think."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Back out, to the left, and it seems to be a good choice after they take a few more turns, make a few more choices.

But then there's another dead end.

"Maybe we should have taken that last turn as right?"

Angela's never really done this before. It's a little disorienting, but fun.

[dragon_twin]

"Yeah, I think so."

He takes her back out that way and after a few more turns, they start passing people going in the opposite direction, carrying little white pieces of cloth.

"Must be getting close."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

She grins. "Very good."

It's rather nice doing this sort of thing with him. Now that she's more used to the cold, she's enjoying the clear night and holding his hand, trying to find their way through spooky-looking cornstalks.

[dragon_twin]

A few more turns, and one more dead end, and finally, they find their way into the centre. Melou grabs two cloths and hands one to Angela, fastening his onto his belt.

"Now everyone will know we succeeded."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

She grins. "Wonderful." She attaches her cloth somewhere to the brooch of her cloak, because she's already carrying her mask, and she doesn't want to carry too much.

"Now, to find our way back out again." There's the trick.

[dragon_twin]

"No problem."

Melou actually has a rather good memory, so getting out is easier than it was finding their way through the first time.

The walk back to the bonfire is slower, some of the excitement having settled in him, but he's still smiling, arm wrapped around her waist.

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

And that's nice, the bonfire is warm, and it's a lovely clear night.

The fact that she's here hits her hard at the moment, and she's very quiet. She leans her head against his shoulder, looking around, rather fascinated.

She looks over at him. He looks happy. She'd like to keep him that way.