A young girl when she started, she promised herself to work hard and not complain, to keep her lady satisfied so she could have money to buy food with at the market, bread to send with her father to work. So Gwen washed and scrubbed, dusted and cleaned and tidied, fussed about Morgana's gowns (don't let them linger in the water, she would warn the laundry maids, or else the color will fade). And over time, it became more than a job for Gwen. Morgana was her friend and Gwen knew how rare it was to have a noble treat their servants thus. To smile at them every morning and ask after their father and hold their hands and whisper secrets in their ear.
Morgana never quite treated Gwen as a servant, she called her a friend and Gwen loved her, fully and truly, she did. Loved her enough to push Morgana away to safety and take her identity so her lady could be free and loved her enough to mourn her after she was taken away.
Morgana was her duty not because of her work but because she had been Gwen's first friend, her most constant one.
Which is why her eyes go wide her heart clenchesclenches at the sight of her. She looks nothing like Morgana. Too pale, too wild; the pretty locks Gwen would brush every morning and every night tangled but worse than everything, she is hurt and if Gwen knew where she was she'd leave everything behind and rush to help her.
She is uncertain what Emrys is. All she knows is that she left Morgana at one state at home and recieved her in another here.
She is ungraceful with her tablet, Gwen, uncertain still of how to hold it and in her panic, uncaring. So the angle is a bit off, showing some of Gwen's face but mostly her dress. ]
Morgana -
[ and then her panic builds, she's hurt she shouldn't be moving. What if someone will find her like this and not know how to handle her in her anger? It was always Gwen's duty, her first one, to tsk her tongue at those who upset Morgana and comb her hair and sooth away her anger at Uther and his court and his knight and to wipe her tears and hold her after her nightmares until she slept again. It was her duty and this was no different, even if Morgana obviously was. ]
Stay still. Morgana, my lady, can you hear me? where are you - I'll -
[ I'll come and help you, but Gwen is as new here as Morgana and she's uncertain how she'd find her only that she must. ]
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A young girl when she started, she promised herself to work hard and not complain, to keep her lady satisfied so she could have money to buy food with at the market, bread to send with her father to work. So Gwen washed and scrubbed, dusted and cleaned and tidied, fussed about Morgana's gowns (don't let them linger in the water, she would warn the laundry maids, or else the color will fade). And over time, it became more than a job for Gwen. Morgana was her friend and Gwen knew how rare it was to have a noble treat their servants thus. To smile at them every morning and ask after their father and hold their hands and whisper secrets in their ear.
Morgana never quite treated Gwen as a servant, she called her a friend and Gwen loved her, fully and truly, she did. Loved her enough to push Morgana away to safety and take her identity so her lady could be free and loved her enough to mourn her after she was taken away.
Morgana was her duty not because of her work but because she had been Gwen's first friend, her most constant one.
Which is why her eyes go wide her heart clenchesclenches at the sight of her. She looks nothing like Morgana. Too pale, too wild; the pretty locks Gwen would brush every morning and every night tangled but worse than everything, she is hurt and if Gwen knew where she was she'd leave everything behind and rush to help her.
She is uncertain what Emrys is. All she knows is that she left Morgana at one state at home and recieved her in another here.
She is ungraceful with her tablet, Gwen, uncertain still of how to hold it and in her panic, uncaring. So the angle is a bit off, showing some of Gwen's face but mostly her dress. ]
Morgana -
[ and then her panic builds, she's hurt she shouldn't be moving. What if someone will find her like this and not know how to handle her in her anger? It was always Gwen's duty, her first one, to tsk her tongue at those who upset Morgana and comb her hair and sooth away her anger at Uther and his court and his knight and to wipe her tears and hold her after her nightmares until she slept again. It was her duty and this was no different, even if Morgana obviously was. ]
Stay still. Morgana, my lady, can you hear me? where are you - I'll -
[ I'll come and help you, but Gwen is as new here as Morgana and she's uncertain how she'd find her only that she must. ]
Stay still, my lady. You mustn't move.