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[andfutureking]

    “Kay! Kay!”

He’s just a scrawny, scruffy thing with mussed hair and a smudge or two on his face, and he comes tearing in bearing a sword that looks like it should to be too heavy for him to even lift. Some people might recognize it.

“I’ve found a sword for you!”

He stops suddenly, swinging the sword to bring its point to rest on the

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[morgansorceress]

*Morgan is still for rather awhile before this sinks in entirely. When it all settlles in - the sword, the incredibly familiar features, the words he's saying, she mutters under her breath,* Oh, god. *and then raises her voice,* Boy.

[morgansorceress]

*soothing* Come, sit down. We should talk.

[andfutureking]

"I should go," he says. That, and she scares him.

[morgansorceress]

*as she should. Smart boy.* It will be all right. No one will miss you, I promise. *a hint of magic at the corners of her eyes, almost to reassure him?*

[andfutureking]

"Kay will," he says at once. "I need to bring him a sword."

[morgansorceress]

*firm* Kay will not.

[andfutureking]

"Please," he says.

[morgansorceress]

*ignoring him. Wonderingly,* You're so young.

[andfutureking]

"I'm not that young," he can't help but protest.

[morgansorceress]

*a laugh, nearly human sounding* Younger than when I've ever seen you.

[andfutureking]

"What?"

[morgansorceress]

It's magic, don't worry about it.

[andfutureking]

"You are magic?" he asks. "Like Merlin?"

[morgansorceress]

*Little smile* He was my teacher.

[andfutureking]

"Really? He's my teacher, too."

[morgansorceress]

Truly? How remarkable! *Is this Morgan pretending to be a good big sister? Oh, dear.*