It had been a long journey, but the young knight in training had nothing to compare it to. So, despite the long months it took, his spirit was hardly damped. In fact, Killian had become all the more excited as they neared land (for his time at sea had been painful, and it took him quite a long time to learn how to control his sea sickness and had become a bit slender over the last few months for it).
When the ship had made port, the real knights had received orders to meet in the village, and let Killian and the other crewmen unload the ship. It was the first time he was rather thankful for the clunky armor he had to adorn, because it at least offered him protection from the sharp arctic winds. Though after several hours of dragging luggage and boxes and other such things from the ship, he began to re-think his choice of attire as he sweated and steam puffed from his lips.
Wiping at his brow, his blue eyes wandered towards the village and for a brief moment, allowed himself to take in the sights and gentle, busy sounds at the port. When his work was considered done, he collected his gear and headed into the town.
There was a lot of new things to see, and the knight-in-training could not stop beaming and gaping at all the shops, buildings and wares. Shuffling his sack over his shoulder, he turned around but failed to notice the man moving his cart behind him and walked clean into it.
"Oh, sorry-" he began to say, his sack falling off of his shoulder, and when he moved away, trying to shuffle his awkwardly lumpy sack full off supplies over his shoulder, he backed up right into the young lady beside Fen's cart.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, miss!" Killian began to apologize, blushing when he noticed her pretty face (though he always blushed at a pretty face).
Backing away, he bowed his head shamefully, his white blonde hair fell over his eyes and in doing so, failed to realize how close he was to the precarious stacks of crated fish behind him. When he threw his supply sack blindly over his shoulder for a second time, he managed to single handled knock over the ONLY crate of frozen fish that held the small tower together. Gravity handled the rest as the crates came tumbling down.
"Look out!" Killian shouted, and soon found himself throwing his body over the young woman, protecting her from the falling crates as they crashed to the hard ground below. The crates toppled over Killian's body, the last one breaking over the metal armor on his shoulder where it cracked open and spilled slimy, frozen fish all over them. The fish piled around his knees and over the young woman's skirts, all wearing wide, dead glazed eyes and gaping lips. One even limply perched on the top of his head.
For a moment, Killian could only stare down at Anwen in wide-eyed shock.
"I'm so sorry!" Killian stammered, his face permanently flushed as he scrambled off the ground where he had been poised over her body. "Are you ok?" he asked, offering her a hand.