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Mordred grunts, his eyes fluttering open after a few seconds and he smiles. “Good morning” he mutters, moving into a sitting position “you didn’t have to.”
“You must once have been obedient, to ride backwards in accordance with an ancient tradition told you by your knight-brothers,” Winter explains. “But I think you are not so obedient now.” She puts her head to one side, eyes narrowing. “What was it you came here to speak to Summer about?”
Mordred smiled, “I was quite, but I’ve learned my lesson. I got them back — eventually.” A sly smile crossed the young mans lips before it faded, “um, it’s private, I can tell her later though.”
Summer glances from one to the other. “Whatever you tell me, I will probably tell her later, Mordred, so you might as well say it out now. There are no secrets between me and my twin.”
Winter laughs once, high and sharp and mocking. “Not now, any road.”
Summer blushes.