“Well, I’ve gone from San Francisco to New York. I am originally from Camelot.”
“That’s a long way! You must be tired. Why so much — CAMELOT. You said CAMELOT.” Her hands flew to her mouth. “Ah, should I have … curtseyed instead?”
He gave her a questioning look. “I did say Camelot. Is that a surprise?”
“You … seem really comfortable here. So I guess it is a surprise.” She managed a shaky laugh. “Hon, to us you’re a legend.”
“I’m not really comfortable… I’m really homesick.” He shrugged. “What do you mean by a legend?”
Summer blinked. “So /that’s/ what that is. Curious,” she murmured. Her fingers flexed, and her wings rustled along with the flexion. “I mean that you’re about two thousand years out of time, Arthur.”
“So I’ve heard.” He sighed. “No offense to the people who live here, but I hate it here.”
“Something I can do about that?” Summer projected just a little sense of ease, a little relaxation, holding out a hand. “Too many people? Too much technology? Or just too loud?”