Let The Search Begin [open]

[Mordred Gwethyrn]

The city of Camelot was bustling as usual, people running in all directions to get things done. This woman had to see the blacksmith, that man needed the baker, this child here had lost his mother-

Well Mordred knew how that felt. He was Mordred Gwethyrn, prince among Druids, with the magical power to make grown men cower in fear...yet he still needed a mother. For a short while he had a father, but those days were no more. Now the young Druid boy was on his own, not quite sure where to go or what to do.

To be completely honest, Camelot gave him the shivers. The king had accepted the use of magic, but Mordred already had memories of this place. Terrible memories, like watching the citadel doors close on the capture of his father. Hearing the thud of the executioner's axe...the broken mirror, the scream, the fire that raged through his magic.

Mordred banished those memories from his mind for the moment, they weren't necessary. For now, he wandered through the marketplace, searching for anyone he knew that could help him find the Lady Morgana. He didn't trust the guards, and most cityfolk didn't have the access the young Druid needed. So, then, who was he searching for?

[Guinevere Thomas]

Guinevere really had been run off her feet today. And the sun wasnt even at its highest yet! Morgana had asked her to sleep in the antechamber the previous night, which Gwen had done without hesitation. Morgana was her friend and mistress after all and she was on hand then if she suffered from nightmares in the middle of the night.

So, she'd woken the Lady and helped her prepare for her day, then gathered the laundry which needed to be delivered to the washrooms, and set off for her home to deposit her own clothing. A quick stop at the blacksmith's had garnered her some deliveres she had agreed to make for them since she was out and about, and now she was making her way through the marketplace, back to the castle and weaving through people.

Since the ban on magic had been relaxed in Camelot, there always seemed to be more people. Newer people from near and far. Sidestepping a man who had his arms laden with hay, Gwen was brought from her thoughts as she bumped into someone.

A child.

"Oh I'm so sorry," she apologised immediately, hoping she hadnt hurt the boy. The maid then paused. He seemed.... familiar....

[Mordred Gwethyrn]

As the day stretched on, Mordred began to lose hope. He would never be able to get into the castle on his own, especially not with the crafty Emrys around, and there seemed to be no one in the city who could help him. Truly it was still early, but these crowds of people made the young Druid uncomfortable.

He got to the end of one lane of vendors and turned back, looking for the closest way to leave the city. He'd come back another way, perhaps try and speak to Morgana and summon her from a distance if he could-

The Druid boy's thoughts were cut abruptly short as he accidentally ran into someone much taller than himself. He let out a small cry- his foot had been stepped on -and scrambled back as fast as he could, eyes wide with fear and surprise. Of course, the fear disappeared when he saw exactly who he'd bumped into.

It was that serving girl, the one who worked for the Lady Morgana! She was as kind as the Lady herself, and almost as lovely. There was something in her eyes that said she vaguely remembered Mordred, but he wasn't sure if he liked that. But then, who better to get him to the Lady Morgana than her own serving maid?

Afraid of what she might say, Mordred said nothing- he only fixed his clear, ice-blue eyes on Guinevere's puzzled gaze.

[Guinevere Thomas]

It took Guinevere a little longer than a minute to piece together the identity of the boy she had run into since it had been a long time since she had laid eyes on him. And he had barely recovered from fever the last time she had. Oh what was his name? The title avoided her like an elusive rabbit skittering through her mind and was then gone again. M.... she remembered Morgana saying something about an M because Gwen remembered thinking 'Morgana M, Mordred M.'

Mordred! That was it!

Letting a smile spread across her face, Gwen looked at the boy. He hadn’t changed much since they had all parted ways. Same blue eyes and dark hair. Granted he did look better as he’d been battling fever and infection when he’d been in their care, but everything else appeared the same.

“Mordred,” she said softly, glancing around just in case any of the guards were nearby. Magic was accepted now, but a boy who had escaped execution was still no doubt frowned upon. She didn’t want him carted off to Uther for something that had happened in the past. “What are you doing here in Camelot? Is everything okay?” she asked, returning her dark worried eyes to the boy. She would have to tell Morgana she had come across him and she hoped he wasnt in any trouble.