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[illgotten]

The trouble with feather-borne crackplots, of course, is that feathers get everywhere, blown on the lightest breeze, even when they're not carried awhile in the pockets of unsuspecting children

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[littlebetter]

Gaheris is massively drunk, and at first he stares at Mordred suspiciously, trying to put him into focus; then he laughs, unsteadily. "'S you."

[illgotten]

He looks up warily, and says nothing.

[littlebetter]

"Y're not--happy to see me? Woulda thought you'd--" He trails off, laughing somewhat.

[illgotten]

"I'm lost, sir." Politely and flatly. He's a little too young for the full dose of irony, but it's in his eyes.

[girdleforakiss]

"..."

Gawain pauses on his own way back to the mansion and stares. "... .... ....Coz?" he says carefully, wondering if he's got another unexpected nephew.

[illgotten]

Mordred swings quickly to look at him, equally uncertain. And says nothing, again, because that's usually safe.

[girdleforakiss]

"All right?" Gawain asks, "Are you a bit lost?"

[illgotten]

A nod. Normally he'd be more forthcoming, even with a stranger, but this place is spooky.

[cywyllog]

It's about this time that Cywyllog is making her way back to the cottage, and wondering how many more times she will walk this way before it is the last time, when she spots the boy. And stops in her tracks.

Softly, "Melou?"

[illgotten]

The boy blinks at her uncertainly, glances behind him. "...No."

[cywyllog]

She tries to hide her disappointment, but quite possibly fails miserably.

"Oh. Forgive me, then. Are you lost?"

[illgotten]

"I think so." In a somewhat small and apologetic voice.

[fingersofleaf]

"Hey," Percy says from behind him, smiling. "You okay?" He's on his way to the Mansion; his hair's full of dirt and grey powdery dust, which also smudges his face, and his hands are blistered a bit from building.

[illgotten]

He swings about, literally on his toes; but about Percy, at least, there is absolutely nothing fey. "I'm lost," he says.

[fingersofleaf]

He makes a sympathetic noise. "Where'd you come from?"

[illgotten]

"From the castle. My mother--"

[prince_des_mers]

Dakkar is wandering around the Mansion grounds looking for Rosencrantz, and upon catching sight of Mordred he looks up at him, and then begins to climb the hill towards him, getting dirt on his finery and smudging his spices. When he arrives at the top he looks at Mordred solemnly. "Hello."

[illgotten]

"Hello." He looks back, guardedly curious, and very shabby by contrast in his plain linen shirt and bare feet. "Are you lost?"

[prince_des_mers]

"I am looking for a Boy." He frowns slightly.

[illgotten]

A little flicker of the eyes. "Well, you've found one."