Yet another Arthurian

[hardlyagravated]

She is suddenly in the main room, as if she has been there for a long time. Perhaps she has. She is neither strikingly beautiful nor plain, but rather a woman who was likely once beautiful, some years ago. Now she just looks tired and impatient and says, "Whatever it is this time, at least it's new."

Typist: As requested... it's Laurel, the

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[illgotten]

He almost misses her, till she speaks and he stops in the doorway. "Sister?"

[hardlyagravated]

She raises her eyebrows. "Brother. One surprise after another."

[illgotten]

"Am I that startling?"

[hardlyagravated]

"When I expected to be in Orkney and you to be in Camelot, and I find us both in neither place, yes, I'd say so."

[cywyllog]

Well, they were bound to get the whole set eventually.

"Laurel," Cywyllog greets her, tone friendly enough. "You will be welcome here."

[hardlyagravated]

She smiles a bit. "Good day, sister. I thank you, though I confess I have not the smallest idea where we are."

[cywyllog]

A small smile. "Then you are well ahead of most of us, who have no idea at all."

[hardlyagravated]

"So I've heard. But you look well," she observes.

[sirbeaumains]

"Sister!"

[hardlyagravated]

A small smile. "Brother. You are looking well." He usually does, after all.

[sirbeaumains]

He beams. "As are you, my lady. When did you get here?"

[hardlyagravated]

"Just now. At least, I think so. Have you been here long?"

[ebon_divinity]

"S'pose it would be, then." With the cold weather, Rosana is in the Mansion more often, and she regards the other woman with mild interest. "Hullo."

[hardlyagravated]

Laurel turns to her. "Good day. I'm not intruding, I trust?"

[ebon_divinity]

"Don't expect so," and she holds out a lean hand. "I'm Rosana."

[hardlyagravated]

"Laurel." Her title is meaningless enough, even at home, that she omits it. She takes Rosana's hand to dip in a very brief curtsy.

[anna_morcades]

Morgause, fashionably late as usual, pauses at the foot of the stairs and then sweeps towards her. "Well," she says pleasantly, "you see fit to join us at last."

[hardlyagravated]

She automatically drops into a small curtsy. Unlike Lynet, there is nothing one could point out as insolent in her manner, though she also seems to lack Lyonors' sweet sincerity. "Your Majesty. I apologize for being unwittingly late. I trust my husband has been managing without my in the meanwhile."

[anna_morcades]

"Oh, very well indeed, from what I hear." She sets her hands on Laurel's shoulders. "There, child, let me see you. How weary you look."

[hardlyagravated]

She meets Morgause's eyes. "No more than reason."