{"id":21424,"date":"2013-11-07T21:14:48","date_gmt":"2013-11-07T21:14:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/11\/07\/wake-up-summer-murmurs-in-mordreds-ear-she-60\/"},"modified":"2013-11-07T21:14:48","modified_gmt":"2013-11-07T21:14:48","slug":"wake-up-summer-murmurs-in-mordreds-ear-she-60","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/11\/07\/wake-up-summer-murmurs-in-mordreds-ear-she-60\/","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

Summer is not slow to do so, either, with that feeling urging her on. They trot out of the town before moving to a gallop, though the horses can\u2019t sustain that pace for long. All the same, though, the feeling of being in motion helps immensely; there\u2019s no longer the sense of being helpless.<\/span><\/p>\n

She frets, during the course of the day, at the feelings. It\u2019s not entirely new, but it\u2019s the first since she left home. Any other time, she had been nearby, and so of course it was obvious \u2014 her empathic sense picked up someone\u2019s distress. But she\u2019s much too far to be sensing her twin. She worries at her lip as she worries at the problem, until it\u2019s bleeding as they dismount in the dark to set up camp for the night.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0M<\/strong>ordred dismounts, the soles of his shoes crunching against the fallen leaves. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d he asks, fiddling with the straps of the satchels before he gives up, choosing to set up a fire instead of wasting his time and patience with straps. \u201cForbearnan,\u201d he whispers, his eyes flashing gold as a small fire started in the pit, deciding it was faster than taking all that time to light one manually.\u00a0<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

“It’s getting stronger,” she says. She undoes the straps he’d abandoned, finding what she needs to put together a quick stew. “I shouldn’t be able to do this.” The firelight flickers off her face, making the worried expression stand out sharper. “My magic — I’m not that strong. I shouldn’t be able to sense her from this far.”<\/p>\n

Summer glances up at Mordred. “I don’t understand what’s happening to me.”<\/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 Summer is not slow to do so, either, with that feeling urging her on. They trot out of the town before moving … 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\/21424"}],"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=21424"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21424\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21424"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21424"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21424"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}