Life Will Go On (backdated to afternoon, OTA)

[proveto_myself]

It wasn't that Lancelot didn't feel bad that Arthur was upset he and Merlin had not told him about Merlin's magic. He did. Arthur was his friend, his brother-in-law, and he'd been willing to believe in Lancelot when others had not

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[needsthumpin]

Someone else was coming along the shelf with a similar expression -- a young, slender (well, a kind person would call her slender, most would say skinny) person with a beginning baby bulge.

"I don't want to be perfect," she muttered, "I'd just like to know how not to make a complete mess of it."

[proveto_myself]

Lancelot looked up when he heard the voice, and took in the girl with a gaze.

"It does seem a rather daunting selection, does it not?"

[needsthumpin]

Daunting, that was a good word, fraught with meaning, and to the point. She looked over that the man. She was first intimidated by his outward attractions, and looked anxious. Then, she became aware of what the Weave sensed as it looked not at, but into him, and what she saw made her look at him with compassion*. To the man himself, however, it might only look as though she was surprised at being spoken to, giving way to natural friendliness, though her gaze was oddly off focus.

"Daunting, aye. And contradictory. And so aiming at...the best, and perfection. Am I wrong in thinking that puts a great deal of unnecessary pressure on the parents, and, by extension the child?" She looked back toward the shelf.

"Or am I being cowardly for thinking 'good enough' should be 'good enough'?"

*[Her power is always 'on' as far as reading people, as it's just another sense, like vision. She has one foot in the spiritual realm and senses people's spirits as well as their bodies. It makes her seem a bit odd, as she's looking at things other

[proveto_myself]

Lancelot waited until the girl seemed to decide to speak, interpreting her surprise through the lens of the world where he had grown up--and thinking mayhap she wasn't used to being spoken to by strange men. He had gotten lax in this place, in some ways.

"I am not certain I have given it quite that much thought," he said with a wry smile. "I know my wife and I are probably giving in to the drive for perfection." And Morgana wasn't even pregnant, yet. But they had both had such lonely, tragic childhoods--they were extra determined to ensure any child of theirs did not suffer their fates.

[She can sense whatever you'd like. :-) He's Lancelot, with all that entails--strivng for honor, honest and kind and a little insecure about being a "peasant" who's married above his class. Worried about his friends as Merlin's magic was just found out and Arthur is mad at all of them, but mostly pretty content, if nervous about having decided to become a father. lol ]