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[scinlae]

[ The feed switches on suddenly, image nothing more than blur of images and sounds, it is pure luck that it stills to focuses (haphazardly) on a woman ─ wild eyed and pale, gasping, with leaves still in her hair. She levels the tablet with a dissatisfied look, debating whether or not to toss the cursed thing or inspect it further.

The latter would be harder giving her present condition and any curiosity she may have been feeling has been burnt away by exhaustion and anger.

How dare they ─

The camera jerks suddenly and she lets out a pained cry, tablet falling out of her hand to skid across the ground far from her reach. Though, to be honest, the device is the least of her concerns right now. ]

Emrys. [ She grits her teeth, and pushes herself up from the ground. (off camera)

Too proud to ask for help, too stubborn and angry to realize she needs help. My, what will we do with you, young lady?

So enjoy the view of the top of some house and the sky, for that is all you shall be getting. At least until the feed shuts itself off. ]

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[graciousness]

[ Gwen has always ever worked for Morgana.

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.

[ima_something]

[Susan the ever helpful couldn't leave someone like that, not when there could be something she could do about it.]

Where are you?

video;

[sharpe]

It ain't a good idea ta go wand'ring 'bout, ma'am.

video

[healplz]

[ well this is a weird and mysterious post. but if there's one thing he took out of it... ]

Are you well? I am a priest — if you're hurt, I'm able to heal you.

[video]

[futurarex]

[There is no room in him for anything save hate. No matter who she was--no matter that this once would have had him at her side--

Morgana is a traitor, and a witch, and she has been sewing seeds of her own hatred for some time now, plotting her conquest, plotting murder--regicide, but somehow murder is the worse part of it. Uther Pendragon cared for Morgana, Arthur knows that, and she answered his care with cruelty and sorcery and betrayal.

He is not surprised to see her here. Ever since his arrival, he has been looking for her, because of course she would remove him from Camelot, from the battle-- It's all right, Arthur. They're all fine, Merlin insists it, you defeated her, but it's one thing to be told and another to see.

Though this does look like defeat. And she is a prisoner here now (a prisoner too, they are both prisoners, though he hates the thought)--and so he must answer. He will not hide, he will not cower, no matter what she is.]

Morgana.

[His face, as cold as he can make it; his voice colder still. Only her name, but she will answer. His hand is tight on his sword, and not because of fear.]

[freewoman]

You might be needin' t'see a wise woman. [She's seen people that injured before. Funny what these little devices can catch though. Ygritte doesn't know what the woman speaks, but it matters little. Not in her condition.]

text; and i'll be dead before the day is doneeeeeeeeeee

[fe_male]

[ this text is clearly meant just for whenever you, you know, feel like coming back to your tablet. based on network activity surrounding this post, it's pretty obvious you've got some help coming, and in the meantime you look like you could use some distraction, or at least can sate his curiosity re: who you are, where you're from, what you did (as long as you love me) to get into that particular state, etc. He's generally bored, and you seen unboring. So. ]

this would probably have been a bit easier to work with than just growling around outside.

I'M SORRY THIS IS SO LATE finals are a biiitch | video of course!

[alwaysforhim]

I suppose it was only a matter of time before you came as well.

[He was surprised at first, yes, but that hardly lasted. Of course Morgana survived; of course she managed to find her way here. Merlin shouldn't be as surprised and alarmed as he is; nothing good can last, not even here.

Still, perhaps he can hope for the best. This place is easier on magical folk than their home is; perhaps she'll remember some of her old kindness here.]