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[illgotten]

It has never been clear to Mordred why his sister does the things she does; least of all why she can dismiss him and all his sex as useless one day, and insist the next that he look for something for her, yes, him, no, she can't go herself, she's busy, stupid

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[lionbright]

Lleu starts a bit, coming across him in the snow, in the woods; whatever-it-is that makes Mordred so uncannily familiar hasn't gone away. But in Lleu's mind the events of his kidnapping were resolved three years ago, so it's not raw.

He's got a sword at the moment, too--he's borrowed Kay's. He wears it unselfconsciously, with as little fuss as you'd sling a backpack over one shoulder.

"Oh--" He struggles for an appropriate greeting. "Happy new year."

[illgotten]

Mordred blinks at him, stopping short, and then laughs a little. "Hello."

[lionbright]

"I've failed you, I'm afraid. I haven't seen Telemakos at all."

The soul of subtlety as always.

[illgotten]

Double blink. "I'd forgotten. Well, he probably doesn't want to be seen, then. Sneaky brat," though it lacks rancor; he is actually quite fond of Telemakos when the latter isn't having cognitive dissonance at him. "He hangs around Morvydd some, if that helps. How are you?"

He hasn't registered the change yet.

[lionbright]

"Well. Better, not so lost I suppose. At least, not spiritually lost; I still can't find my way about this blasted wood."

[illgotten]

Mordred laughs again. "Aye. It's trickier than most, there's a reason most of us keep to the paths." Like he... isn't.

[lionbright]

"And you're here...?"

[illgotten]

"Looking for something Clar wants."

[lionbright]

"And you're in the right place?"

[illgotten]

He glances at the branches overhead. "God knows."

[lionbright]

"Can I help?"

the politeness is still automatic, but he's sincere, too.

[illgotten]

"If you want to, I suppose." Mordred looks back at him, and pauses, frowning.

[lionbright]

"Well, what?"

[illgotten]

"What happened to you?"

Sometimes Mordred is oblique. This is not one of those times.

[lionbright]

He glances down at his hands, and up again. "I got older."

[illgotten]

A long pause, while Mordred studies him with that peculiarly flat stare, black rather than blue. "I see," he says finally, and leaves it at that. "Well, if you've got the time to waste wandering around out here, you're welcome."