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[andfutureking]

    “Kay! Kay!”

He’s just a scrawny, scruffy thing with mussed hair and a smudge or two on his face, and he comes tearing in bearing a sword that looks like it should to be too heavy for him to even lift. Some people might recognize it.

“I’ve found a sword for you!”

He stops suddenly, swinging the sword to bring its point to rest on the

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[morgansorceress]

*Morgan is still for rather awhile before this sinks in entirely. When it all settlles in - the sword, the incredibly familiar features, the words he's saying, she mutters under her breath,* Oh, god. *and then raises her voice,* Boy.

[andfutureking]

He tries to hide the sword behind his back before he replies: "Madam?"

[morgansorceress]

*gesturing to the sword* Let me see that.

[andfutureking]

"Oh, I... I'm going to bring it right back."

[morgansorceress]

*smile* To the stone?

[andfutureking]

"Yes," he says nervously. "I couldn't get into the inn and it was the first one I saw..."

[morgansorceress]

And you didn't stop to read the inscription, even?

[andfutureking]

"I had to find my brother. I still have to find him."

[morgansorceress]

It doesn't matter here, boy. The King has been crowned, and the round table has been created, and everything has fallen apart - time moves differnetly here.

[andfutureking]

"I don't know what you... I need to find Kay..."

[morgansorceress]

*a hand on his shoulder, sudden* Wait. It can wait, Arthur.

[andfutureking]

He stops. "How do you know my name?"

[morgansorceress]

*vague smile* Your sword, and your face.

[andfutureking]

"But... I..." He starts to back away. "I need to go!"

[morgansorceress]

*her hand is still on his shoulder, and she grabs the fabric of his shirt (or tunic, or whatever he's wearing)* I told you to wait.

[andfutureking]

He stops at once.