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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.

[andfutureking]

He nods, still not entirely comfortable.

[morgansorceress]

*sudden* You look a great deal like your father.

[andfutureking]

He starts. "What?"

[morgansorceress]

I do believe you heard me.

[andfutureking]

"You... knew my father?"

[morgansorceress]

And your mother.

[andfutureking]

Well that changes things. "Really?"

[morgansorceress]

Certainly so.

[andfutureking]

"Oh," is all he says, because he can't think of just one of all of his many tumbling thoughts to voice.

[morgansorceress]

*a smile. And, again* Come, sit down.

[andfutureking]

This time, he obeys.

[morgansorceress]

*she sits down in a chair near his, watching him carefully*

[andfutureking]

"How... how did you know my father?"

[morgansorceress]

*images in her mind suddenly, of Uther. Briefly, she shakes her head to clear it* He married my mother.

[andfutureking]

"He... but doesn't that mean we... ?"