You win some, you lose some. (attn: Cywyllog)
russet_goddess: Zara has been looking for Mordred, not with great effort, but looking. This mostly consists of leaving her work at the place Florian has devised for her, and going out into the grounds to wander around the places she's found him in the past. She moves with a tired slowness, her face set into a non-expression, and occasionally puts a hand out to steady herself on something--but for the most part keeps her hands at her sides, unconsciously touching the fabric of her dress.
illgotten: Today he's walking up to the Mansion, slightly distracted, with his hands shoved into his pockets and his eyes on the path.
russet_goddess: "Hey," loud enough to be heard.
illgotten: He glances up. "Hey."
russet_goddess: "How're you?" It comes out gruffly, as she catches up with him.
illgotten: "All right," he says mildly. "You?"
russet_goddess: "All right. Florian found me a place."
illgotten: A glance. "That's good, I suppose."
russet_goddess: "Better. He ent come back." It's obvious who 'he' is.
illgotten: "Yeah, well. He's an idiot."
russet_goddess: She snorts softly. "Run while he could."
illgotten: "Like hell."
russet_goddess: "What?"
illgotten: "Nothing."
russet_goddess: "I don't care," quieter.
illgotten: "Good for you," Mordred says shortly, and picks up his pace.
russet_goddess: "I ent come over that, anyway."
illgotten: "So?"
russet_goddess: "To tell you I'm sorry about not telling y' it was me, when I got put--in wrong."
illgotten: He slows again, silent for a minute. "All right."
russet_goddess: She brushes at her hair, not saying anything. The unconscious movement is mostly because it's strange to have it /so/ short.
illgotten: A longer silence. "Gaheris is better."
russet_goddess: "Your brother?"
illgotten: He throws her an irritable look. "Yes."
russet_goddess: "Good for him," with a scowl back.
illgotten: "Our cousin had a talk with him." His tone is deliberately brisk. "So I'm going up to thank her for that. Look in on Cywyllog while I'm there."
russet_goddess: She falls back. "All right."
illgotten: "You can walk along if you want," all bland good humor.
russet_goddess: Stopping altogether, "Thanks, I'll go back."
illgotten: "All right. See you around."
russet_goddess: "Not if I can help it," shortly. She turns the other direction.
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Having said which, he is honor-bound, at least in his own mind, to do just that. So when he's finished his business with Morvydd, he goes looking for Cywyllog's door, and knocks lightly.
illgotten: Today he's walking up to the Mansion, slightly distracted, with his hands shoved into his pockets and his eyes on the path.
russet_goddess: "Hey," loud enough to be heard.
illgotten: He glances up. "Hey."
russet_goddess: "How're you?" It comes out gruffly, as she catches up with him.
illgotten: "All right," he says mildly. "You?"
russet_goddess: "All right. Florian found me a place."
illgotten: A glance. "That's good, I suppose."
russet_goddess: "Better. He ent come back." It's obvious who 'he' is.
illgotten: "Yeah, well. He's an idiot."
russet_goddess: She snorts softly. "Run while he could."
illgotten: "Like hell."
russet_goddess: "What?"
illgotten: "Nothing."
russet_goddess: "I don't care," quieter.
illgotten: "Good for you," Mordred says shortly, and picks up his pace.
russet_goddess: "I ent come over that, anyway."
illgotten: "So?"
russet_goddess: "To tell you I'm sorry about not telling y' it was me, when I got put--in wrong."
illgotten: He slows again, silent for a minute. "All right."
russet_goddess: She brushes at her hair, not saying anything. The unconscious movement is mostly because it's strange to have it /so/ short.
illgotten: A longer silence. "Gaheris is better."
russet_goddess: "Your brother?"
illgotten: He throws her an irritable look. "Yes."
russet_goddess: "Good for him," with a scowl back.
illgotten: "Our cousin had a talk with him." His tone is deliberately brisk. "So I'm going up to thank her for that. Look in on Cywyllog while I'm there."
russet_goddess: She falls back. "All right."
illgotten: "You can walk along if you want," all bland good humor.
russet_goddess: Stopping altogether, "Thanks, I'll go back."
illgotten: "All right. See you around."
russet_goddess: "Not if I can help it," shortly. She turns the other direction.
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Having said which, he is honor-bound, at least in his own mind, to do just that. So when he's finished his business with Morvydd, he goes looking for Cywyllog's door, and knocks lightly.