A Most Eccentric House Call

[seventywindows]

This bright eyed, white haired lady is not in the slightest lost and in all ways dressed for the weather. She sweeps up the path, takes the front steps easily, swirls through the door and reaches up to undo the sash securing her broad, elegant hat to her head

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[myrddin_wyllt]

With her remarkable talent for prophecy, Ganieda will probably know where to find her brother. He is in his hut, in the forest, nursing to health a bard who was entrusted to him by a woman of power to whom he owed a debt.

He will feel his twin sister - and when she comes close, he will come out of the seemingly humble hut (much like a hobbit's burrow) to wait for her, letting his ward rest.

Mostly based upon Robert de Boron, this Merlin, but I'm extending his canon to include Monmouth's accounts, please bear with me, yes?

Also, we're assuming the bard is sleeping - because his typist isn't around just now.

[seventywindows]

Merlin is generally easy to find. Or at least he is for Ganieda, who's been doing so most of her life.

"Dear heart," she says, smiling, her hands held out, when she has gone to find him and he has come out, "How do you fare?"

Sure thing! (I'm really stronger on my Mallory and Pearl poet, but the Vita's short, and Arthurian legend needs all the neat women it can get.)

[myrddin_wyllt]

"Ganieda." He gasps it - he... well, he's been here a long, long time, and he had honestly given up on seeing family at all. Or his wife. That's really why he is playing hermit in a small hut.

He extends his hands, clasps them, and actually tugs the sister into a hug. "How are you, sister?" Note how he's not answering the question.

It's probably deliberate.

T: Absolutely. By the way, his DF fanon is that he was locked up here by Nimue - so he's taken from the end of all Arthurian legends etc.

[seventywindows]

Eeee, hugs! "Fabulous and snowy, dear, how are you?"

Yeah, we're not letting go of that. Can't fool your sis that easy.

[myrddin_wyllt]

"I'm fine." It's... almost true. "And a bit invaded at the moment - but do come in. My guest is sleeping."

He wraps an arm around his sister's shoulder. He's gruff - but he's very happy to see her.

[seventywindows]

"Thank you," Gani says, leaning into him, "I promise I'll keep my voice down."

[myrddin_wyllt]

"I know you will. The poor sop could try to stand for no good reason and ruin his healing." His hand tightens around his sister's shoulder.

"How did you come to be here, you dearest witch? And what took you so long, pray tell?"

[seventywindows]

"You know how it is," Ganieda says easily, "You take one wrong turn and another, and follow what turn out to be nothing deer trails, and then at last, there are you!"

[myrddin_wyllt]

"And to think I was expecting you to tell me there was a Nimue to be blamed in this." The wretched wench. The beautiful wretched wench. Ack. "And there you are. Well, it's good to have you."

He settles into the kitchen to make tea - the hut is much more spacious than it looks outside.

[seventywindows]

"Oh, no, she's never taken an interest in me." You'd need to have a knack with carpentry to do half the things Ganieda does. "And it is good to be here."

[myrddin_wyllt]

Merlin smiles a little. "So tell me. What news to you bring? I'm dreadfully bored."

[seventywindows]

"Oh, the world turns as the world well, and young Sir Jessop, who was knighted just last May, had an interesting encounter with the local nuggle, a week or so before I went down to the southern coast and saw him last. Goodness but if that boy mustn't have a bit of fey blood in him after all, because if he hasn't got that beast broken to the bridle yet, he has got it tethered in his millpond, neat as if he had it to pasture."

[myrddin_wyllt]

"Aye is that so?" He's listening curiously - his experiences at the Mansion make their homeland seem so... peaceful, by comparison.