[we'll all love you just the way you are if you're perfect] [open]

[lesser_son]

Melou, wearing his usual look of utter woe, is picking huckleberries on the edge of the woods. He remembered a basket this time, and is working steadily, his fingers a little sticky from accidentally squashed berries

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[scoffandjest]

Have a Dinadan, Melou-- he's generally good at making people feel better. That, or he is so annoying that they get mad at him instead.

"You must be one of Mordred's," he says.

[lesser_son]

Ahhhhh. Melou looks up sharply.

"Ay. Sir Mordred."

[scoffandjest]

"You look like him."

[lesser_son]

"Ay." He looks highly uncomfortable. "I do not know you, sir."

[scoffandjest]

"No, of course not. Sir Dinadan."

[lesser_son]

...Dude.

"Whom my uncle Agravain slew?" he ventures, disbelievingly.

[scoffandjest]

"That'd be the one."

[lesser_son]

Hmm. Okay. Where to go from there?

"...Good morrow," he says, finally. Nice, Melou.

[scoffandjest]

"And to you," he agrees amiably. "Might I sit?" He does anyway. "What are you up to out here?"

[lesser_son]

"Thinking, sir. Do you know what pleases my lord?"

[scoffandjest]

"No, what?"

[lesser_son]

"Nay, I meant--do you know? I do not."

[scoffandjest]

"I'd imagine you know him a bit better than I do."

[lesser_son]

HA HA HA.

"Not as he is now, sir."

[scoffandjest]

"He doesn't seem too different to me."

[lesser_son]

"When I was a boy, he was always angry. He was at war, and he trained us for soldiers. He does not wish that now."