Remember, Remember the Fifth of November

[unit_girl]

It was much easier to organise the second time round. Even if Evey seemed less than excited about the party aspect, last year's Bonfire Night had been enough of a success to do it all again. Which was good because somehow it wasn't the 5th November without fireworks and they were something you never grew out of

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[withoutasea]

She remembered older, colder days. She remembered huddling in the light of the fire wrapped in furs, and celebrating her dead while she mourned them. Now, the heat was rising and she stood with arms and feet bare, the silk of her skirt tugging in the breeze. She wore black, for her lost. She wore black for Merlin, and Uther, and her mother and her father.

For herself, and Arthur, and for Lancelot du Lac.

[giftless]

It wouldn't be right to say Edmund approached with caution, but he did wander over to Jenny's side with a care to her thoughts. Not everyone celebrated holidays the same.

"Did you leave Ygrainne at home for this one?" he asked quietly.

[withoutasea]

"Wild things are as easily drawn to fire as water," she said, and she found a smile for him, reached out and up to ruffle dark hair.

"She was safer with her family."

[giftless]

He let her ruffle his hair. Even if she weren't older than he, which was questionable, or family, in a very loose sense, she was still Queen Guenevere and that outranked King Edmund any day.

"Obviously, as you're here," he teased, very gently. If she was going to ruffle his hair like his sister or Charlie, she opened herself up to a little joke. "You'd think they'd love a good bonfire night, from what I've heard of Westeros."

[withoutasea]

Jenny gave him an expression that tried to be shocked, but soon blossomed into a smile. She had long known that she was a wild thing in her bones.

"There was a King, once, who was going to burn a Queen," she told him. "Or more than one. Maybe they remember things like that?"