the dragon's daughter

[bravegoewin]

(Just when you thought there couldn’t possibly be any more of King Arthur’s children unaccounted for…)

Goewin is looking for Lleu.

She is Arthur and Guinevere’s daughter, Lleu’s twin sister and his senior by a few scant minutes. She’s not sure whether she’ll find him alive or dead-or worse, some terrible state in between-and she may be so fixed on

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[all_that_grace]

"Oh--!"

Courfeyrac stops dead as he comes around the corner of the house: tall, auburn-haired, and in full 1830s dress, because however much of a free spirit he may be, it's gotten cold around here.

He is also extremely wary, as a boy can only be who died by violence not that long ago. "I beg your pardon."

[all_that_grace]

"Oh, no, no, that's all right-- Half a minute, let me look." Encouraged by the suggestion, in a moment he does discover soup; more of a stew, really, owing a good deal to Percy's garden and Telemakos' rabbits. "Here we are, won't take a minute."

He has learned how to work the microwave, much to his gratification.

[bravegoewin]

"Oh!"

She is truly blown away by the microwave.

"You said enchantment--is it safe? Safe to eat?" A pause. "Are you a witch?"

[all_that_grace]

Courfeyrac laughs aloud, half in sheer surprise. "Good God, no. No, no, no, I don't-- Someone told me it's machinery, although I confess I've no idea what makes it go, if that's so. But yes, it's quite safe, as long as you don't burn yourself taking things out. Not," with a grin, "that I'd know about that, mind you."

[bravegoewin]

"Machinery!"

She is really quite dumbfounded. The word itself conjures obsolete and foreign artillery. (um, hello, I predate the industrial revolution.) "Oh, like Medraut's mad explosives. I shouldn't have thought it was safe, but I suppose I did mean 'will I be sent to hell for eating this food.' Which is not much in the way of grace."

[all_that_grace]

He laughs again. "I shouldn't think so, although I'm probably not the best authority on the subject." At which opportune moment it beeeeeeeps, and he swings around to open it again. "I really have no idea. All I know is that it works, very fast. Here," having found a potholder and a spoon.

[bravegoewin]

a spoon is really rather special, which is embarrassing.

"Thank you. I should not be in awe of such wealth, but I am."

[all_that_grace]

"It is rather overwhelming at first." He sits down at the kitchen table to keep her company. "Where have you come from?"

He is fully prepared to have the answer be "somewhere you've never heard of".

[bravegoewin]

"Camlan. The high king's estate, by Elder Field, inland from Deva. It's about ten miles as the crow flies, but we've travelled twice that today. I have been ahead of my companions most of this day, but how I came here--"

[all_that_grace]

"I'm afraid I couldn't begin to say." He glances out the window. "It generally doesn't make much sense."

[bravegoewin]

She eats her soup, rather slowly, and he may or may not notice that it is weariness that is overtaking her rather than anything else (funny, that. It always seems to happen to Lleu, too, at 1.00 a.m. Zulu). She follows his gaze.

"The windows are tremendous, too." She pauses. "Could my brother have come here?"

[all_that_grace]

(go to bed, silly! <3)

"It's quite possible. There are-- oh, hundreds of people, I should say. And if he hasn't, he may yet; people seem to come one after the other, sometimes."

[bravegoewin]

"It is a haven."

She speaks the words as a statement, but it is a question.

[all_that_grace]

He looks at her thoughtfully. "Yes, I suppose so. After a fashion."

[bravegoewin]

"Are we dead?"

[all_that_grace]

That gets the first real reaction since he saw her. His breath catches a little, and his eyes for a moment are almost frightened. Then he looks down, and says, quieter but still pleasantly, "I am. I don't know that you are, necessarily."