Can you feel the weight of it {Elaine}

[Phoebus]

He had been in the midst of planning his application to the job of Elaine's bodyguard when they had been swept off to this winter...  land.  He had been spending a few days working out what to say, how to approach Elaine without coming across like a creepy stalker or a just a good old fashioned crazy person, and given his current record meeting Lance, Arthur and Merlin, that was harder than one would initially have thought.  Turned out what was suave, sophisticated and cool in fifteenth century Paris was downright dorky here at Tintagel.  And so he'd been working on it, determined to impress Elaine, determined to be the chivalrous (future) knight and bodyguard.

He'd been making notes and everything.

He had gone to bed the previous night finally feeling ready, prepared to find Elaine the following day and present his case to the woman he was falling for determined to protect.  He'd been somewhat disorientated when he woke up the next morning in a different bed, a different room, and a different town.  But looking out of the window, seeing the snow falling all around, he couldn't help but smile.  It was incredibly romantic - and a romantic setting couldn't do anything but help his cause, right?  And so he dressed in warm clothes, buckled his sword at his hip, and headed out to find Elaine's cabin.  It had taken some searching, and a little bit of stalkery questioning of passersby, but he'd finally found it, and as he stood outside he took a deep breath, steadying himself before knocking on the door.

As it opened, he bowed his head slightly in deference to the lady.  "My lady, I heard word of a charming market in the town, and I wondered if you'd like an escort.  Consider this my formal application to the role of bodyguard."  Raising his head, he smiled.  "It's good to see you again, Lady Elaine.  It's a beautiful day, which immediately made me think of you.  So, how about it - perhaps I can buy you a hot cocoa to keep you warm."

Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes...

[Elaine of Astolat]

Waking in a place that she had not fallen asleep in had been very disconcerting. Yet Elaine had managed to feel some sense of safety when she had found that she was alone and her things here. It seemed they had simply been transported, though it was not very kind to give no warning of such things. Elaine was quite sure that things of that nature could, potentially, cause mass panic and that was to be avoided at all costs.

But even she had to admit to the beauty of the place. Astolat was never covered by so much snow. She was tempted to go out and make a little snowman from all the snow that was piled everywhere. And perhaps, had one of her brothers been here to tease her into it, she very well might have. Instead she set about the little cottage making sure that everything was just to her liking. And when that was done she had no idea what to do. That was the only worrisome thing about staying in Trenale. Elaine had so few tasks and duties to attend to. She had never much liked being idle. So for the rest of the morning she sat by the cozy little fire and worked on a tapestry she had started back home.

The knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts and away from her embroidery. When she hanswered the door, there was the Sergeant. She smiled softly at him. He was a very charming young man when all was said and done. "Come inside for a moment while I get my wraps," she agreed. "And we shall discuss your application later when we have time to draw up a contract." She turned away from the door to step into the hallway, throwing on the heavy wool cloak her mother had sent her from home. It wasn't quite the thing here, but there was no use in wasting the opportunity to wear her favorite color: blue. "There, I'm ready. Shall we?"