#gypsy lance

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Day VIII - “Pidge was unsure if it was tolerance or social niceties that prevented her from leaving this small group. While Hunk had proven himself to be a wonderful addition - with his knowledge of herbs and spices and phenomenal skill with his hands - she was still unsure what to think of Lance.

There. Was. No. END. to this braggart and his gift of speech.

He’d broken into yet another embellished tale of his skill with bow and arrow and blade he’d used to single-handedly rescue a merchant’s carriage from a group of bandits. 

“They stood not half a chance! What, with my unparalleled swordsmanship!” Lance had cried with no small amount of confidence.

Pidge raised a brow. She had witnessed Sir Shirogane and Keith in battle; and had personally observed, and participated in, the latter’s brutal training regimen. She sincerely doubted Lance’s skill was matched to either.

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Shiro:The oldest prince of the Kingdom and first in line to the throne.

Keith: The younger brother of Shiro and second in line to the throne.

Lance:Village Merchant and gypsy.

Hunk: The Village baker.

Pidge: Town Thief.

Allura: Neighboring princess.

Coran: Family advisor to Princess Allura.

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Day XIV - Sir Shirogane awoke with a startled cry quite unbefitting of a knight of his...former..stature. His arm and shoulder were throbbing and he was certainly not where he last recalled. So he did what he’d been trained to do. Take stock of the situation and make a plan, if need be. As Shirogane glanced beside himself, he saw a face he’d scarcely believed he’d lay eyes on again.

“Keith!” Shirogane reached out a hand to grasp the boy. He was real. Real and warm and there before him.

“Shiro...” came the Esquire’s soft reply.

There were others in the room as well. A small boy clad in cloak and spectacles, a tan Gypsy that certainly looked mostly male, and a large Fey nervously poking his head around the corner.

“You’re alive...” Words were failing Shirogane, he’d been so caught up with his trainee’s pressence that he’d almost forgotten- “What of the princess?! The manor was attacked, they all were. Did the Duchess escape? How did-”

Keith placed a hand on his arm. “The Sovereign Princess is alive and well. We’ve been in hiding for some time now.”

Sir Shirogane let go of his breath. “Good...good.” The Princess was alive, that was enough for now.

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Day XII - Pidge had long been cautioned of exposing either her, or Keith’s identities to anyone. Including her new allies...Friends, she liked to think. Sendak’s reemergence had only confirmed the Esquire’s paranoia; loathe as she was to admit it. Hiding in plain sight had been the wisest strategy, since it seemed Zarkon had held the failure of the Holt massacre over the man’s head.

A week passed, and then two. The increased Galra presence in town had not so much as spared her a glance at each pass. Unfortunately, it also meant she could not come and go as she once had without raising suspicion. So she remained. Keith had understood.

It was an uneasy success.

When Hunk had invited Pidge to assist on Laundry Day, she gladly accepted an excuse to leave town.

She and Lance stood ankle deep in a frigid stream, stamping suds and dirt from cloth with their feet while Hunk lathered and scrubbed each article. He whistled idly to himself as he worked and Lance began to hum along to the tune. Pidge found herself smiling at the peace these commoners shared.

Shouts and galloping horses caught their notice. The trio looked up to witness a large black horse racing along the cliffside being chased by none other than Sendak and his men. The rider deftly dodged each projectile, but both he and the animal were struggling. It wouldn’t be long before they were caught.

Pidge met eyes with Hunk and Lance. In the span of a moment, they took off toward the lone rider, frothing clothing left forgotten on the stony shore.