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Once (and it seemed a lifetime ago), there had been a rumour that snow never fell in Camelot unless Arthur gave the word. It had been snowing on the day that she came to Camelot, riding, and she had met Arthur in the wood and he had told her that there was never a more congenial spot for a little happy-ever-aftering. For a time, she had believed him. Still, it seemed like Tabula Rasa might take Camelot's crown at least once a year, when the snow was falling.
Her home was a minature castle. Pretty Jenny had thought that she had long left Camelot behind her.
They were making for the compound. Ygraine had the wolf in her on her Mother's side but Jenny had her wrapped up safe against the cold despite that. Sitting up high on Lorica's back, they picked their way through the snow, beneath the twinkling lights. Jenny had a fur-lined hood pulled up high over her black hair and she was singing as they went.
"The rain may never fall till after sundown. By eight, the morning fog must disappear. In short, there's simply not a more congenial spot for happily-ever-aftering than here..."
Maybe not Camelot. Maybe no longer.
She paused, tugging Lorica to a halt and tipped her head back, her hood slipping, to look up at the sky.
"Do you think it will snow more today, Ygraine?" she asked.
ooc: find Jenny and Ygraine anywhere along the path to the compound. Lorica is a large, white horse, so the whole package looks something like a fairytale.
Her home was a minature castle. Pretty Jenny had thought that she had long left Camelot behind her.
They were making for the compound. Ygraine had the wolf in her on her Mother's side but Jenny had her wrapped up safe against the cold despite that. Sitting up high on Lorica's back, they picked their way through the snow, beneath the twinkling lights. Jenny had a fur-lined hood pulled up high over her black hair and she was singing as they went.
"The rain may never fall till after sundown. By eight, the morning fog must disappear. In short, there's simply not a more congenial spot for happily-ever-aftering than here..."
Maybe not Camelot. Maybe no longer.
She paused, tugging Lorica to a halt and tipped her head back, her hood slipping, to look up at the sky.
"Do you think it will snow more today, Ygraine?" she asked.
ooc: find Jenny and Ygraine anywhere along the path to the compound. Lorica is a large, white horse, so the whole package looks something like a fairytale.