{"id":21261,"date":"2013-11-09T23:12:57","date_gmt":"2013-11-09T23:12:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/11\/09\/wake-up-summer-murmurs-in-mordreds-ear-she-43\/"},"modified":"2013-11-09T23:12:57","modified_gmt":"2013-11-09T23:12:57","slug":"wake-up-summer-murmurs-in-mordreds-ear-she-43","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/11\/09\/wake-up-summer-murmurs-in-mordreds-ear-she-43\/","title":{"rendered":"“Wake up,” Summer murmurs in Mordred’s ear. She kisses his cheek. “I’ve brought you breakfast, fy nhariad.”"},"content":{"rendered":"

sirmordred-thedruid<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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iamthefirechild<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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xregicide-deactivated20140812<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 M<\/strong>ordred grunts, his eyes fluttering open after a few seconds and he smiles. \u201cGood morning\u201d he mutters, moving into a sitting position \u201cyou didn\u2019t have to.\u201d \u00a0<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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\u2019s fallen into at the sound of hoofbeats ahead, and she lifts a hand to Mordred, slowing their pace.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0T<\/strong>he 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\u2019s still not warm enough for either his or the horses’ liking. \u201cHow far now?\u201d Mordred calls, riding up to join her.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

“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.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

sirmordred-thedruid: iamthefirechild: xregicide-deactivated20140812: \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Mordred grunts, his eyes fluttering open after a few seconds and he smiles. \u201cGood morning\u201d he mutters, moving into a sitting position \u201cyou didn\u2019t have to.\u201d \u00a0 The sense of immediate urgency is a little less today, but the memory of that spike of pain last night keeps her … Continue reading “Wake up,” Summer murmurs in Mordred’s ear. She kisses his cheek. “I’ve brought you breakfast, fy nhariad.”<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[10,2351,2379,2025],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21261"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=21261"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21261\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21261"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21261"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21261"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}