Quite Contrary (open)

[Mordred Gwethyrn]

Mistress Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow..."

The younger girls of the town skipped merrily about the marketplace, their little songs preceding them through the air. Women with shopping baskets sighed and shook their heads, stall owners whistled for the kids to be on their way. All in all, another normal day at the marketplace of Camelot.

In the center of the hubub sat a young boy in a teal cloak, propped against a vendor's cart, a half-eaten apple in hand. The little girls intrigued him, but not in a way such as most would suspect. This boy was different. He was interested in their futures more than anything. Druids like this boy were above all else Seers. Could he See anything about them without the help of a guiding source?

He had no scrying tool- no mirror, no pool of water. That made it much harder. But he tried.

Mordred closed his eyes, breathing deeply. He focused on the last child to pass through his vision. She had long, blonde hair and a fair complexion, but her face was dirty. She was a daughter of the Lower Town.

He caught a glimpse of her, behind his eyelids. A flash of blonde hair. But what was she doing? What was happening? The image was gone as quickly as it had appeared, and the young Druid boy had learned nothing. Growling in furstration, Mordred balled his free hand into a fist, and with the other, threw his half-eaten apple as hard as he could, not caring where it landed.

[Felicity Wood]

Felicity was shopping for a gift for Lady Raven Silvester as a congradualtion for her pregnancy. Felicity was her servant and always had an urge to please her dear friend. She hadn't a clue what she would buy, for she had little money, but felt that it was the thought that really counted.

The young servant girl of age seventeen sighed, she had been searching for a while, trying to find something worth giving. Perhaps something for the baby? No...That would come later. This was for Lady Raven, not her child.

Felicity had not been Lady Ravens servant for too long, but knew a bit about her. She was a very strong woman who was passionate in her beliefs. Felicity wasn't sure if she was interested in flowers or anything, though.

Felicity was heading towards an area of the market when a half eaten apple landed at her feet. She looked down at it, picking it up. She looked up to see a small boy and smiled at him. Perhaps he had dropped it.

"I believe you dropped your apple, Sir." Felicity said, offering him the fruit.

[Mordred Gwethyrn]

Mordred's breath hitched in his throat when he found that blasted fruit back in his face. The girl who held it before him seemed sweet enough, but why did she care? The young Druid couldn't really understand being overly nice to people you didn't even know. It was what made him so different from Merlin Emrys.

Not knowing what to do, Mordred scrambled to his feet, reached out, and took the apple back. Wheras it had been browning and unappetizing before, it was now also covered in the muck of the street, which meant that he had no use for it at all. But as throwing it away hadn't worked so well last time, he supposed doing it again wouldn't help at all.

"Th-thank you," he managed to mutter, very softly. Wasn't that what you were supposed to do? Thank people?

Mordred tried to take a step back, but wound up running into the cart he'd been leaning against. The whole thing rattled, but fortunately, nothing fell. The vendor gave him a stern glare, but said nothing. Nowhere to go and nothing to say, Mordred simply stared at the girl in front of him, hoping she might disappear. Or otherwise.

[Felicity Wood]

"No problem at all." Felicty looked the boy over. He seemed frightened. Being a lonely little boy in the market all by himself, he must be. Felicity looked around, perhaps there were people with him. His mother and father might just be buying something. Or perhaps he was lost.

"Do you need help finding your parents?" she questioned him in a kind voice. Her mother had brought her up to have decent manners, so she couldn't help but to offer him this. Besidse, he was a cute little child and she would never release her guilt if she simply left him all alone with no assistance. "I could help you if you'd like...."

[Mordred Gwethyrn]

She wasn't gone. Why wasn't she gone? This was clearly not the home of the Druids- there, people avoided Mordred unless he needed something. They loved him, but feared his lack of control. Of course, here in the city, no one really knew him. This girl was just looking out for him as best she could.

"I don't have parents," Mordred stated, rather matter-of-factly. He had long since become used to the idea. Besides, the emotional needs of other children were not what this child needed. He was different. He was special.

Mordred thought about what he needed. In honesty, did he really need anything at all? What kind of help could the young Druid possibly need? He felt like he did need something. But what?

[Felicity Wood]

"Well, of course you have parents." she told him with a little laughter, but her face softened quickly. "Do you not live with them? Perhaps you have another gaurdian looking after you? Surely you're not here alone...."

Felicty felt concern for the young child, and gave him a sympathtic look. She hoped that he was with somebody. She detested the thought of a child so young being abandoned or something.

"Are you lost?" she asked him, think that that must be what he meant.

[Mordred Gwethyrn]

Mordred shook his head, agitated. "No, I don't have parents," he repeated, letting his dark hair fall into his face so that she couldn't meet his icy blue eyes. "I told you." The fingernails of his fisted hand were cutting into his palm, but he did not let go.

This girl's laugh intrigued him. He couldn't tell why she was laughing. Did she find him funny?

"I'm not lost," he added, eyebrows furrowing. "I'm in Camelot."

[Keleth Silverkin]

Keleth was walking out of the slums and found himself in a crowd in the market place. A busy normal day in the market of camelot keleth had thought to himself. Rose his teacher for the brotherhood was gone for some business and so his training had to wait to be completed. Keleth wore a black set of cloths that made him look unique, wearing a light shirt with pants, with a belt, and a hooded cap.

As he walked the streets of Camelot, he felt someone calling. The strange thing was that this someone wasn't calling for him. This feeling was more of a gut feeling that might tapped into his magic causing him to tap into feeling magic being used. As he looked around he couldn't see anything out of place. He stopped in his place but found himself getting angry taunts and words shouted at him for blocking the path. Rolling his eyes he swiftly paced himself toward the center of the market place.

As he approached the center he notice a young boy and soon seconds later he threw an apple he might have been eating. Next thing he knew he notice the young boy get flustered a bit when a girl had came by and began to talk to him. Keleth moved closer to hear the conversation begin and wasn't expecting to do what he was about to do in a few seconds.

Keleth sprint toward the boy, "Found you....been looking all over for you. Sorry mam, my younger brother likes to wonder off in the market." Keleth spoke as if he was in all relief that he found the boy trying to make it believable. Hopefully he made a right choice by trying to help the kid avoid questions about parents. He knew how it felt with out a parent. At 10 years old his druid camp was burn to the ground and Keleth escaped by the tip of his tongue and has lived in the slums for about 8 years.

(Hope you don't mind me joining)

[Felicity Wood]

Felicity looked at the man before her and smiled. She was relieved that he came to retrieve his lost little brother. She was really starting to get worried that nobody was actually with the young and innocent child.

"Oh, what a relief!" she said to the man and his little brother. "You ought to keep a better eye on him. You know children, they're very curious and love to wander off. I'd know, I once was one!" she said lightheartedly, but secretly mortified by the awkward behavior that she always presented while meeting new people.

"Of course....we were ALL children once....Except my grandmother, I don't think she was ever a child. She is so humorless, You know." Felicty turned scarlatte, embarrassed by her rambleing. "Sorry....I'm Felicity Wood."

[Mordred Gwethyrn]

(Not a problem at all, Keleth! I love your post!)

Mordred didn't recognize the man who came to his aid, but he felt Druid magic within him. Also darkness. Lots of that. A person like this, well, they weren't going to harm Mordred. Most likely. The young boy took a step closer to him, glancing at him from under his dark hair. Quivering, his mouth stretched into a smile.

"I was hungry," he said. "The man at the fruit cart likes me." Mordred took another step closer, reaching his hand out to take the man's. In his mind, magic sparkled. Thank you, he said inside. He didn't recognize this man from his Druid camp, but there were others, farther afield. And besides, this one could have left the camp long before Mordred arrived. He looked old enough to have done so. Or perhaps...

My name is Mordred, he added mentally. To Felicity, he said, "It was nice meeting you." He turned his eyes away, not really wanting to talk to her anymore. He was more interested in this new arrival, the older Druid. He was like Mordred himself, just bigger. And probably less powerful. Most of them were. But this girl, this Felicity, she seemed very talkative. She might hang around. Who could say?

Mordred tugged on his rescuer's sleeve. "Can I get another apple? I dropped mine," he said ruefully.

[Keleth Silverkin]

Thinking to himself he knew that this girl was a talkative one. Which always turned into being quite annoying to him but he wasn't going to be rude to the girl. Though if this boy was really his brother he would have taken offense to the girls comment about keeping a better on on his brother. Right away he grabbed the boy and pushed him toward himself and smiled at the girl, "Trust me, I will. He won't get away from me, my eyes are locked on him. Though i'm he takes after me always being curious and wondering around camelot." Keleth spoke in his reaction after she was done rambling on about her grandmother not being funny. "Nice to meet you...oh name is Keleth." he spoke back with a smile and nod.

He received a mental message from the boy. He knew he felt something from this boy, both their magic sparked with each other. Keleth replied back to the boy with a your welcome mentally. Seconds after Keleth introduced himself the boy sent him mentally his name. Keleth wasn't sure if mordred wanted to use his real name to be introduced so he didn't bother introducing him to the girl. Mordred seemed to not want to talk to her anymore anyway.

Keleth looked down to Mordred with a smile, "Go ahead. But next time try not to drop it. People in the slums would be have loved to have had that apple you dropped." Keleth spoke to his suppose brother and turned his head back to the girl with a smile. "It was nice to meet you and thank you again for looking after my brother."


(Ha your welcome...i thought it was a cool way to be introduced to mordred)

[Mordred Gwethyrn]

Mordred grinned and let go of Keleth's sleeve. He took off for the cart where he'd originally gotten his apple, under the pretext of getting another. It was a few carts down, so Mordred was still in sight, but out of supposed earshot. Of course, that's what magic was good for. He listened with magically heightened senses, just to see what would happen. The cart vendor handed him a new apple, and Mordred whistled at Keleth and Felicity to get their attention.

"Catch me if you can!" he called, a mischievous smile on his face. He turned and ran down the aisle, through the marketplace, ready to have some fun.

[Felicity Wood]

"I'm Felicity Wood. Nice to meet you." Felicity said to Keleth. She was generally a friendly person and liked meeting new people. It wasn't often that she did meet others.

Felicity laughed at the little boy as he took off. She was pleased to see that his brother was back. The two seemed very close. Felicity wished that she had a sibling or two, unfortunately she was an only child, though.

Felicity's mother had only wanted one. She prefered a son, as most women did, but wasn't going to try having anymore after Felicity. One was good enough for her.

Felicity looked at Keleth with a grin. "You'd better go catch him." she said in a teasing voice, "Unless he's too fast for you."

[Legend Filikan]

Legend raced through the marketplace, the fruit in his hand. He'd been accused of stealing it, he was guilty. He had a smirk on his face as he ran through the market. He knocked into carts and jumped over spilled contents.
He laughed as the men chasing him fell over the army of oranges. Then he collided with some one and fell to the ground, his head banging the ground.

(I don't care who he runs into, it's just one of you guys. Hope it's okay that I joined.)

[Felicity Wood]

Felicity was about to go after Mordred, but instead, flet someone smash into her. She let out a gasp when she saw who it was. Legend. He fell to the ground, his head colliding to the ground.

"Legend!" she gasped, kneeling down to see if he was alright. He was a very good friend of hers. She hated the fact that she was starting to have feelings for him. She was a servant for crying out loud! "Are you alright?"

Even though she had Lady Ravens approval, she still felt wrong. Legend would never feel the same about her. Why would he want to be with someone who had nothing to offer?