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iamthefirechild:

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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.”  

“Sorry, I’m sorry, mae’n ddrwg gen i,” Summer stammers, turning from Mordred to Edward and back.

Edward eyes Mordred coolly, and makes an abortive motion to part them, before executing a short bow from the saddle. “Sir Edward, the Phoenix Knight of Dobria. Well met.” He’s clearly not impressed by Mordred, or his credentials.

“Summer. Dewch, yn awr. Byddwn yn mynd adref. Bydd eich chwaer yn synnu’n fawr o weld chi.” He nods his head to Mordred. “Thank you for guarding her thus far. I shall have her home.”

      “Mae croeso i chi,” the young knight tells him, bowing his head slightly. He could see the scrutiny in Edward’s eyes and on his face, and just as Edward was with him, Mordred was not impressed by him. “I’m afraid there is no need to send me away, I shall be staying,” he tells him. 

There’s a flicker in Edward’s dark gaze when Mordred replies in the old language of Dover. Summer swallows hard, glancing from one to the other, and her voice is still high as she says, “Oh don’t, please don’t. Please, just take me home, don’t.”

Her brother glances down at her shining hair and sighs. “Very well, sister. It would be ill-done to not at least resupply him before he must return to Camelot.” He jerks his horse’s head away from trying to nibble the bridle of Mordred’s, and sets off down the road.

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

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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.”  

Edward’s brows flicker, up and then down, clearly confused. “Summer, introduce me to your friend.” He lays an unfriendly emphasis on ‘friend’, and his eyes narrow at the way Summer puts her hand over Mordred’s and holds on.

“I knew,” she murmurs to Mordred, voice pitched higher with incipient tears. “Last night. I knew. From so far. Why did I know?”

       The knight ignored him, placing an arm around her carefully. “I can’t answer that, but you can’t worry about that either,” he tells her gently, “your sister needs you.” Mordred turns his attention to Edward, “Sir Mordred, knight of Camelot.”

“Sorry, I’m sorry, mae’n ddrwg gen i,” Summer stammers, turning from Mordred to Edward and back.

Edward eyes Mordred coolly, and makes an abortive motion to part them, before executing a short bow from the saddle. “Sir Edward, the Phoenix Knight of Dobria. Well met.” He’s clearly not impressed by Mordred, or his credentials.

“Summer. Dewch, yn awr. Byddwn yn mynd adref. Bydd eich chwaer yn synnu’n fawr o weld chi.” He nods his head to Mordred. “Thank you for guarding her thus far. I shall have her home.”

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

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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.”  

The siblings are oblivious for a few moments to the knight’s presence. Edward takes Summer by the shoulders, holding her firmly, away from him. “Winter — she’s fine, she’s fine! — but she — there was a trouble — ” He turns a bit red in the face.

“Edward, please just tell me.” Her voice cracks a bit.

“She lost the baby.”

“Wha—when?”

He grips her shoulders tighter. “Last night. Father didn’t want to send for you and have it be nothing. We thought it was nothing. She’s fine, Summer! She’s fine.”

In a quick movement, Summer frees herself from Edward’s grip, turning away. Her face is pale against the flaming backdrop of her hair, and she looks at Mordred as though her world has somehow come apart.

       A look of pain crossed his features at Summer’s expression and gently kicks his heels into the side of the horse, guiding it towards her, placing a hand gently on her shoulder but he said nothing. He had no experience in such matters and could offer nothing to make her pain go away.

Edward’s brows flicker, up and then down, clearly confused. “Summer, introduce me to your friend.” He lays an unfriendly emphasis on ‘friend’, and his eyes narrow at the way Summer puts her hand over Mordred’s and holds on.

“I knew,” she murmurs to Mordred, voice pitched higher with incipient tears. “Last night. I knew. From so far. Why did I know?”

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

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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.”  

“Yes!” she shouts back, bent over the saddlehorn. One curve, another, a thin branch she barely ducks — and there he is, tall and straight in the saddle, black hair glinting in the sunlight. He’s pulled up, obviously hearing her pounding approach, and she just barely manages to keep the two horses from crashing into one another.

“Summer?!”

“Edward!” He seizes her in a crushing hug, all but lifting her off the back of her horse.

        The knight slows his horse to a stop a few meters from the two of them, watching them for a moment with hesitation.

The siblings are oblivious for a few moments to the knight’s presence. Edward takes Summer by the shoulders, holding her firmly, away from him. “Winter — she’s fine, she’s fine! — but she — there was a trouble — ” He turns a bit red in the face.

“Edward, please just tell me.” Her voice cracks a bit.

“She lost the baby.”

“Wha—when?”

He grips her shoulders tighter. “Last night. Father didn’t want to send for you and have it be nothing. We thought it was nothing. She’s fine, Summer! She’s fine.”

In a quick movement, Summer frees herself from Edward’s grip, turning away. Her face is pale against the flaming backdrop of her hair, and she looks at Mordred as though her world has somehow come apart.

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

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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.”  

Another long pause, before she answers, “It’s Edward. And he’s … there’s something wrong.” Summer closes her eyes, then kicks her horse into a gallop and tears down the road, braid and cloak streaming behind her.

        Mordred follows after her, catching up to her in a matter of moments. “Edward? Your brother?”

“Yes!” she shouts back, bent over the saddlehorn. One curve, another, a thin branch she barely ducks — and there he is, tall and straight in the saddle, black hair glinting in the sunlight. He’s pulled up, obviously hearing her pounding approach, and she just barely manages to keep the two horses from crashing into one another.

“Summer?!”

“Edward!” He seizes her in a crushing hug, all but lifting her off the back of her horse.

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

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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.”  

“Not far,” she murmurs, head cocked. “Someone’s coming.” She nudges the horse forward a step, then two, and listens again. Whomever it is, they’re moving fairly fast. “Someone I know.”

       Mordred falls silent, listening intently for a moment but he could hear and feel nothing. “Who?”

Another long pause, before she answers, “It’s Edward. And he’s … there’s something wrong.” Summer closes her eyes, then kicks her horse into a gallop and tears down the road, braid and cloak streaming behind her.

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

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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.”  

The sense of immediate urgency is a little less today, but the memory of that spike of pain last night keeps her heels to the horse. It helps that they approach lands familiar to her from earliest childhood very quickly. Summer lifts her head from the half-doze she’s fallen into at the sound of hoofbeats ahead, and she lifts a hand to Mordred, slowing their pace.

       The knight pulls himself from his thoughts, the sun rising higher into the sky, warming the earth. It must be at least midday by now but it’s still not warm enough for either his or the horses’ liking. “How far now?” Mordred calls, riding up to join her.

“Not far,” she murmurs, head cocked. “Someone’s coming.” She nudges the horse forward a step, then two, and listens again. Whomever it is, they’re moving fairly fast. “Someone I know.”

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

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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.”  

While he’s doing that, she saddles the horses and repacks the blankets. Her mouth quirks when she looks at him; there’s an errant curl sticking up over one eye that gives him the look of a particularly demented and dashing fae. She brings his horse over to him and holds it while he mounts, then swings up herself.

        Mordred smiles down at her. “Thank you,” he says gently, throwing his cloak behind him, draping the back of the horse. The horse huffs, moving under him irritably and Mordred grips the reins, steering him in the direction he needed to go in. “This way mate.”

The sense of immediate urgency is a little less today, but the memory of that spike of pain last night keeps her heels to the horse. It helps that they approach lands familiar to her from earliest childhood very quickly. Summer lifts her head from the half-doze she’s fallen into at the sound of hoofbeats ahead, and she lifts a hand to Mordred, slowing their pace.

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

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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.”  

“Yes,” Summer sighs. She takes the time to give him a quick kiss before untangling herself, tucking stray strands back into her braid and smoothing it flat again.

        Mordred pulls himself to his feet, shaking dry leaves from his curls before he begins dismantling the fire. When he is done he blends the ashes into the earth with the sole of his shoes, throwing the rocks and what is left of the wood around to make it look like there has been no one there. “Let’s go.”

While he’s doing that, she saddles the horses and repacks the blankets. Her mouth quirks when she looks at him; there’s an errant curl sticking up over one eye that gives him the look of a particularly demented and dashing fae. She brings his horse over to him and holds it while he mounts, then swings up herself.

sirmordred-thedruid:

iamthefirechild:

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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.”  

She can’t actually move, she finds, when her thoughts swim to the surface of consciousness again. Mordred’s arm is tight about her waist, clutching her close. A soft smile curves her mouth, and she puts her hand over his and snuggles back, before slowly twisting herself in his arms so she can see his face.

He looks infinitely younger sleeping, the constant worry smoothed away from his brow. She cups his face in her hands, then breathes, “Mordred. Wake.”

        He hums, half tempted to bat her hands away from his face but instead opened his eyes. For a moment he blinks before rubbing his eyes. “What time is it?” he asks, rolling over slightly to look at the sky, answering his own question. ”We better get going.”

“Yes,” Summer sighs. She takes the time to give him a quick kiss before untangling herself, tucking stray strands back into her braid and smoothing it flat again.