{"id":21262,"date":"2013-11-09T22:49:58","date_gmt":"2013-11-09T22:49:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/11\/09\/wake-up-summer-murmurs-in-mordreds-ear-she-44\/"},"modified":"2013-11-09T22:49:58","modified_gmt":"2013-11-09T22:49:58","slug":"wake-up-summer-murmurs-in-mordreds-ear-she-44","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/11\/09\/wake-up-summer-murmurs-in-mordreds-ear-she-44\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;Wake up,&#8221; Summer murmurs in Mordred&#8217;s ear. She kisses his cheek. &#8220;I&#8217;ve brought you breakfast, fy nhariad.&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a class=\"tumblr_blog\" href=\"http:\/\/sirmordred-thedruid.tumblr.com\/post\/66507213790\/wake-up-summer-murmurs-in-mordreds-ear-she-kisses\">sirmordred-thedruid<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p><a class=\"tumblr_blog\" href=\"http:\/\/iamthefirechild.tumblr.com\/post\/66505354412\/wake-up-summer-murmurs-in-mordreds-ear-she-kisses\">iamthefirechild<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p><a class=\"tumblr_blog\" href=\"http:\/\/xregicide-deactivated20140812.tumblr.com\/post\/66025896965\/wake-up-summer-murmurs-in-mordreds-ear-she\">xregicide-deactivated20140812<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <strong>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<p><span>While he\u2019s doing that, she saddles the horses and repacks the blankets. Her mouth quirks when she looks at him; there\u2019s 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.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0<strong>M<\/strong>ordred smiles down at her. \u201cThank you,\u201d 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. \u201cThis way mate.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>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&#8217;s fallen into at the sound of hoofbeats ahead, and she lifts a hand to Mordred, slowing their pace.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>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 While he\u2019s doing that, she saddles the horses and repacks the blankets. Her mouth quirks when she looks at him; there\u2019s an &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/11\/09\/wake-up-summer-murmurs-in-mordreds-ear-she-44\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">&#8220;Wake up,&#8221; Summer murmurs in Mordred&#8217;s ear. She kisses his cheek. &#8220;I&#8217;ve brought you breakfast, fy nhariad.&#8221;<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/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\/21262"}],"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=21262"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21262\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21262"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21262"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21262"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}