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[morvydd]

Morvydd has a new dress, courtesy of Zara: dark crimson, deep and warm. The full skirt flows around her as she walks down the path through the woods, toward her cousins' houses, and now and then, certain she's not seen, she gives a little twirl to make it flare out. No doubt she'd be mortified if anyone caught her at such an undignified moment.

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[lightningcurse]

Mabon pauses among the trees, and slips through. "Morvydd?"

[morvydd]

She catches her skirts in both hands, turning to face him with a flush in her cheeks. "Sir."

[lightningcurse]

He smiles, regarding her with an animal's eyes. "It is you."

[morvydd]

Morvydd falls back a step, thoroughly out of countenance. After a moment her face clears somewhat, and she inclines her head gravely. "My lord. Well met."

[lightningcurse]

"You are well?" he enquires softly.

[morvydd]

"Aye. Well enough." She smooths her skirts, gathering her flustered dignity about her.

[lightningcurse]

"I am glad to know."

[morvydd]

"For me?" Morvydd shakes her head slightly. "What would you?"

[lightningcurse]

"I thought of you." He smiles perhaps less secretly than he would for another. "I never saw you."

[morvydd]

Her eyebrows lift. "Surely I am not so well hid as that."

[lightningcurse]

"Me. I have been in Annwn."

[morvydd]

Her lips move, a silent ah. "What is this place?"

[lightningcurse]

"I do not know it."

[morvydd]

Morvydd frowns slightly. "Do not know--"

[lightningcurse]

"It is different from Annwn, but not our home."

[morvydd]

"That much I can see," Morvydd says tartly. And then colors again, because that's a little bold even for her.