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Gwen? [ A beat. ] Merlin? [ Another beat. ] Arthur?
[ There is something distinctly off when the feed switches on, where there was once coldness now is warmth and concern. She looks around and the camera shakes a little before panning up to a face that looks so familiar but different at the same time. ]
If you're trying to scare me this is in very poor taste.
[ Here is a face some will remember, brave, stubborn, fierce; so full of the fire and warmth she had once upon a time possessed completely. She looks as if she stepped right out of the castle instead of looking as she had stepped right out of a hovel in the middle of a forest.
Morgana's brow furrows, her patience clearly reaching it's limit. What vague memories she has tells her they are here with her, but nothing more ─ so really stop hiding you jerks, it is not cool.
She sits nearby something busy (market most likely) judging by the sounds, tablet in her lap with a look of displeasure plain on her face. She had plans you see, though she barely remembers what they were, only they have been ruined by something; yet another thing she cannot properly remember.
Today is simply not her day. ]
[ There is something distinctly off when the feed switches on, where there was once coldness now is warmth and concern. She looks around and the camera shakes a little before panning up to a face that looks so familiar but different at the same time. ]
If you're trying to scare me this is in very poor taste.
[ Here is a face some will remember, brave, stubborn, fierce; so full of the fire and warmth she had once upon a time possessed completely. She looks as if she stepped right out of the castle instead of looking as she had stepped right out of a hovel in the middle of a forest.
Morgana's brow furrows, her patience clearly reaching it's limit. What vague memories she has tells her they are here with her, but nothing more ─ so really stop hiding you jerks, it is not cool.
She sits nearby something busy (market most likely) judging by the sounds, tablet in her lap with a look of displeasure plain on her face. She had plans you see, though she barely remembers what they were, only they have been ruined by something; yet another thing she cannot properly remember.
Today is simply not her day. ]
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Are you lost, ma'am? [ He's trying to be helpful. Really. ]
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No, I know exactly where I am. It is my friends who must be lost.
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You know where you are? That's some good news, that, 'cause I don't really know, and Imma hope you'd help me.
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I will help in any way I can, good sir.
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A name, fer one. What city is this, and what country is it, fer another.
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My name is Morgana, as for where we are it is called Exsilium ─ however I cannot be certain if the entire island is called such or just the city.
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Island, with this rain? [ He snorts. ] Sounds like England ta me, fer some reason.
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Perhaps, difficult to say as I have no knowledge of this England myself. [ As it isn't called England at the time, but shush. ]
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You don't know England?
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You ain't the only one here, ma'am.
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And what'd make you say that?
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There's plenty you can offer me that ain't polite ta say, ma'am.
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Put it from your mind.
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Aye, ma'am.
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Good day.
[ HAHAHA SWITCHING OFF THE TABLET NOW THAT SHE'S BEEN NICELY EMBARRASSED. ]