comes a day [open]

[russet_goddess]

Zara is sitting on the Mansion's lawn, her knees drawn up and her arms around them, looking down the easy slope towards the lake. Her brief hair is blowing in the first of the spring winds, the warmer ones that come around the corner of March and make you wish everything was growing, but it's not time yet. She has a stone in one hand, and her feet

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[le_desirous]

"I always meant to apologise."

[russet_goddess]

"Won't believe it if y' do."

[le_desirous]

"Oh, I know. I still thought I would."

[russet_goddess]

She sighs, without rancour. "Y're an idiot. Y' all are."

[le_desirous]

"Unquestionably. Mordred's away."

[russet_goddess]

"I know." Fingers the stone, rolling it back and forth in her hand. "He'll come back. Don't matter. He's not mine, I never stopped him getting hurt."

[le_desirous]

"Neither did I." Sagramore rests his hand on her hair, very lightly, and ruffles it.

[russet_goddess]

She twitches out of his reach. "Stop that."

[le_desirous]

"I beg your pardon." A slight stretch of his shoulders. "I was wondering whether I might have another chance to get in your good graces, or whether I'm too far gone for that already."

[russet_goddess]

"Ent nobody in my good graces. What, y'want t'sleep with me again?"

[le_desirous]

"Only if you'd permit it."

[russet_goddess]

"Don't see why I should."

[le_desirous]

"Neither do I, precisely, but I'd be very happy if you did. I might feel I was making things up to you a little."

[russet_goddess]

"Making what up t'me, breaking my arm?" Shifts position a little so she can look up at him.

[le_desirous]

"Something like that." He sounds a little chagrined at the reminder. "I haven't forgiven myself for that, you realise. I'm no where near Gawain's standards of carrying guilt around, but I do wish to Christ I hadn't hurt you. When you disappeared and Mordred started looking for you, I thought perhaps I'd killed you."

[russet_goddess]

"Would've served y'right."