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[maydaybrat]

Mordred is dreaming.

He is dreaming, and tossing and turning in his bed as his mind walks in a forest. He's searching for something...something he doesn't know, but he knows he has to find it, has to

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[white_flowers]

She is impossibly distant from the end of worlds and from the dreams of those who wait there, and yet it does not matter, not in this-- not for him.

"Show me the one that I seek -- show me Mordred, and let him hear my voice," she commands the glass, and the light musical tone seems almost to chime in discordant harmony with the brazen bell that tolls once from the shadows high above the emerald throne.

"Show me!"

The smoke within the glass swirls wildly-- and then parts, revealing the young man walking within his own dream.

Blodwen smiles, and murmurs softly.

"Mordred-- my robin prince, come and see. Come and see, Mordred. Look to the pool, look to the water... come and see."

[maydaybrat]

He pauses, turning his head this way and that.

"Anghared?" His soft voice isn't mocking, just curious. Searching.

Look to the pool, look to the water...

One step, and another, and then he's on his knees, peering at the water.

[white_flowers]

The surface of the pool shimmers as if stirred by a breeze and then suddenly stills. Now it is as clear as crystal, clear as mirror-glass-- but instead of his own reflection, this mirror shows a familiar face.

Angharad-Blodwen smiles warmly at him. She is dressed in white, as usual, but it is white with a green tint to it, the color of spring grass.

"My robin. My dearest prince. Goodness, but it has been so long..."

[maydaybrat]

A wry smile.

"Aye, it has. Heard a house fell on you..."

[white_flowers]

Perhaps surprisingly, she laughs at this.

"So unexpected, it was-- but I cannot say that I am dismayed by it, cariad. Why, such a chance it gave me!"

Her tone softens, and she puts a hand up, as though she would touch his cheek if she could.

"But you, my prince -- are you well, then?"

[maydaybrat]

"It's...alright, I guess. Been better, but been a hell of a lot worse, too."

[white_flowers]

"My dear prince," Blodwen says softly. "I have worried about you, so I have. And wondered I have as well, come to that."

A faint smoke swirls around her for an instant and then fades, brushed away by an oddly chill spring breeze.

[maydaybrat]

"'Wondered'?"

[white_flowers]

She holds out her hand, cupped as if holding something, and the water over her palm shimmers and then reflects an image of a Milliways security badge.

"Such an accomplishment, Mordred, cariad. So proud of you, I am-- have no doubt of that."

Blodwen does sound it, in fact -- pleased and proud and so approving, and the light soft voice is very fond indeed, but ice-blue eyes are shadowed by visible concern.

[maydaybrat]

"Milliways is my prison. But I would rather not see it fucked up. No different from being a knight, and that's what I am already."

[white_flowers]

"Not much different, no," she murmurs. "But oh, my robin -- I do not want to bring you grief, but if you are sworn to security, what of me when I return?"

"Promised I did, after all, and you the only one who knows it."

[maydaybrat]

He pauses.

"Then should I see you, I would have to ask to come with me to the cells while those in charge decide your sentence. I am not an oath-breaker."

[white_flowers]

She had expected this, in a way, for although he may not be exactly the same young man that she had raised and guided onto another path, he is Mordred still.

Proud, arrogant, angry-- and honorable.

"No, cariad, you are not, and never have you been," Blodwen agrees. "But I am afraid..."

Afraid, sighs the wind through the trees behind him. Lost, afraid, alone...

"... do you not want me to return, then?"

[maydaybrat]

"No, I do! I just...have a duty, now. And you would not be in the cells forever."

[white_flowers]

"Forever is a long time indeed," she whispers.

"So very long, and I have never liked to be under the control of others-- what if they would wish to keep me trapped? What then?"

[maydaybrat]

Silence, except for the wind and trees. Just silence, from the dead (boy) knight looking through the water.

"I would not let them."