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( Through the locket Merlin looks a little ... well, weary, if we're honest. It's not necessarily the same weariness of a young man who's been put through his paces physically (even though the recent rescue mission took it out of him), rather the slightly greying skin tone that indicates late nights, hard floors, and an over-active imagination. The only problem is that this time it's not his imagination that's to blame: it's everything else - it's this reality - that has him unable to stay still. Call it an over-abundance of nervous energy ...

That's actually only got worse since finding Arthur and Lancelot. Merlin's not exactly unused to having strangeness heaped on him but he's still uncertain about the whole thing: Lancelot died the last time he saw him, for starters, and yet here he is with no memory of it. It doesn't add up, and a simple "well, it's magic" isn't good enough for him. Merlin needs answers. He also needs to find out if only the three of them crossed over to the new realm, but asking the network seems too dangerous. Drawing attention to Guinevere, for example, if Morgana is lurking in a new and improved forest hovel, is exactly the opposite of what he wishes to do. Better handle this one with a bit more subtlety.

Still. His niggling doubts haven't kept him indoors on such a pleasant day - not least because outside he feels a little less like he's under scrutiny from every angle. It was the same in Camelot, he realises, if not for slightly different reasons, although he supposes the punishment for discovery may very well end up the same. He hopes not to find out. From his surroundings it should be clear that Merlin's ventured into a patch of thin woodland, and right now he's knelt over a frothy-flowered cluster that looks a lot like a yarrow plant.

He peers into the locket for a moment (as though uncertain it's actually working). )

... Hello?

( He frowns, then taps it a couple of times, before deciding that he may as well continue. He angles it so that the "yarrow" is in view. )

Does anyone know what this is? I'm looking for yarrow, but I'm - um. Not really familiar with what's poisonous and what's not, here.

( The physician's bag he's wearing over his shoulder slips forwards into view - Gaius' bag, for the Camelot bunch, who should be able to recognise it immediately. He'd been out collecting dock leaves when he'd been whisked away to the Drabwurld, and as Arthur had put it, he may as well go on and make himself useful. The locket moves over it slowly, getting a few different angles, before turning back to Merlin's face, where a self-deprecating smile has replaced the sceptical expression of moments ago. )

It doesn't look poisonous, but ...

( Hey, he doesn't look like an immortal warlock. )

Always better to be safe than sorry? And I don't want to end up giving someone a rash.

( But his smile grows broad at the thought of Arthur rubbing an itchy rash into God knows where. Come on, that's funny! )

... Accidentally. Anyway, let me know if you have any ideas; I'm all ears.

( He really does set himself up for the teasing, doesn't he. Merlin offers a little nod before the locket cuts off - and if he didn't give his name? Well. He's beginning to think that, at least with this crowd, a little namelessness might save him a lot of trouble. )

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Does it smell like yarrow?

Oh, I'm sure you knowledge of poisons will help you here, Merlin.

[ so how nice has your day been? pretty good? well, not anymore. ]

[This guy never took botany, and never gave a rip about plants. There's too many people here that he files into the same type of weird as the place they're in. They fit the bill, they could make it work here. This guy, he thinks might be one of them.

Sam was the genius with the encyclopedia of weird floating around in his grapefruit. That was something, at least, but he was starting to think Lucrezia was right. He wouldn't get anywhere around here if he didn't start being on good terms with at least a few of the people running around the place.]

You're asking the wrong guy. Uh, Not that I know what yarrow is either. You might wanna make sure you're equipped to handle a fight if you go out alone though, pal. Not everyone here's friendly.

If it has a strong, sweet smell then it's yarrow. If you found it near water I'd be a little more worried because it might be hemlock, which is poisonous.

[ She pauses, then, looking pensive for a moment. ]

If it's even the kind of flora that we're used to. It might be something entirely different.

You're not out there alone, are you?

[ C'mon Merlin you struck Hook as brighter than that. ]

Are we sure the plant life we know in our worlds and here are the same?

Has anything else eaten it?

[ Merlin has been gone just slightly longer than he should have been.

Lancelot has been able to feel Merlin's discomfort of late. He cannot blame him; this place discomforts him as well. As much as he may have managed to make a few friends he trusts Lancelot dislikes the place. He cannot find it in himself to be at peace with somewhere that draws him in without his permission to fight another's war.

Lance is approaching the gate when he spots Merlin on his way back. His stumbling walk and ears are distinctive even if the bag and clothing were not already. He relaxes perceptibly, exhaling relief and waiting as Merlin heads his way.]

Thank goodness, I was starting to worry. The woods are not safe here. Did you find what you sought?

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