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[torc]

( In the days since Guinevere's arrival she has employed a careful tread - listening to the locket and learning its magic. It's in her nature to be swift and silent - the survival of the woads is in their stealth - and as little time as possible has been spent trapped between four walls. Her gown is gone, replaced with brown leathers and a sleeveless tunic featuring a cowl neck, and knotted belts criss-cross her hips to hold the sheaths for her long knives.

A little blue dye to pattern her skin and she'd be feeling much more like herself. )

The land is different here.

( She appears to be seated, her bow propped close, and is holding the locket between both hands. From the view of what's behind her it's clear that she isn't in Caer Glaem: dappled shadows slip across her face and a breeze twists itself through a canopy of leaves. Pausing, Guinevere glances off to the side for a moment like a fox with its ears pricked. She's still listening. The worms were nightmarish - she had never seen their like before - but she knows how to choose her battles as she knows when to disappear.

Presently, she speaks again. )

Do you feel it? Perhaps it is the magic of the so-called faerie folk, but it rests heavy between these trees. The weight of it is almost a comfort.

( Her eyes, although wry and amused, retain that depth of level and calm. Thus far she's ventured into the Great Greenwood surrounding Caer Glaem in an attempt to better understand the land, never wandering so far as to lose herself but rarely passing the same mark twice. Nature speaks to her and here its voice is warm and kind.

Guinevere's, on the other hand, is playful at scorn.)

I cannot imagine why any woman or man would prefer cold stone to a green shelter.

( Bloody hippies. Guinevere lifts an eyebrow, then tilts her head as though unsure of whether or not she wishes to continue.)

And Arthur - or perhaps Lancelot - if you have arrived in these strange lands ...

( A hand reaches to touch her bow as she lowers her lashes, smirking privately.)

Meet with me. Someone has to protect you from the brutes on the battlefield, after all.

Comments

voice;

[altercate]

Where are you?

[ because derek can feel it, the prickle of something that makes it hard for him to fully relax, keeps him on edge. ]

Video

[mildly]

I think I know what you mean. It feels far better to be outside, where the air is fresh and the flowers are growing.

[And no one to overhear.]

Is that your bow?

Audio

[gordianknots]

[Waver's damn willing to be the King Arthur he's familiar with isn't the one that the person on the video is talking to - brute was definitely not a word he'd employ - but it's confirming some identities.]

Well, when you're raise in stone, you don't know any better. With a certain amount of expectation about available amenities, a preference for the outdoors would be equally baffling on the other end of things.

voice

[bullhorned]

I can imagine it easy. There ain't no proper forges out there in your green shelters.

[His tone is bemused, recalling their first meeting. He'd been invited already to see the land, but the call of his craft was stronger than any urge to explore.]

video;

[chromosomes]

How far out have you gone?

voice;

[skennen]

I would not call it a comfort, but I have felt what you speak of.

[He can't help but be a little wary of all this magic business, fascinating though it sometimes is.]

As for some people's preference for stone... Many have known nothing else. It is difficult to appreciate something you have no experience with.

[There is the briefest of pauses, then a touch of humor creeps into his voice.]

Others would avoid the grass for fear of stepping in mud.

[An endless source of (strictly secret) entertainment: people desperately trying to keep their fineries from getting the least bit dirty.]

Oh... and hello.

voice;

[scission]

Perhaps you should explore a little further before you advocate going without shelter. The woods I arrived in were impressively bereft of anything resembling comfort.

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[firith]

It is a magic not wholly unlike that which I have known before, in my own Greenwood, long ago. Impressive, my lady, that you feel the heartbeat of the wood when so many fail.

[mulletrock]

Nice get up, but Halloween was a while ago.

[Not that she'd know what Halloween is, she's obviously from a pretty long time ago. Talking about magic in the trees, and all the bullshit that's exactly the opposite of what he wants to hear.]

You can camp out in the woods if you want, Star Child, but you're gonna miss out on the perks of this place if you do.