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[lot_in_life]

It is cold. Winter has definitely descended, and with it snow. And ice. And howling winds

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[illgotten]

This tableau is so utterly contrary to anything Mordred remembers that he's almost past before he realizes that hi, that's his stepfather who's probably freezing his tail off. He pauses at the edge of the path, indecisive.

[lot_in_life]

Lot hums to himself, which turns into singing. "Ta ra rah boom de yay, ta ra rah boom de yay - "

The footsteps are being monitored, but do not currently sound threatening, and are thus not receiving a response. Instead, he wriggles the line just a little.

[illgotten]

...boom de yay?

"How are you getting on?" he says at last.

[lot_in_life]

He can sing warped versions of nineteen thirties dancehall songs if he wants to! Everyone else gets to be an anachronism.

"Not so good. They're not biting."

[thesunbird]

Hey, he promised to teach Telemakos to fish.

Which is why he is getting stalked, completely and utterly silently. Boy has learned not to make any noise.

[myrddin_wyllt]

Merlin is still around - probably fishing too, actually, on the other side of the pond.

Feel free to yell insults across the water and scare away the fish, Lot. Merlin doesn't mind in the least, thanks to you.