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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[thesunbird]

"Aunt Goewin!" Telemakos bounds down the stairs to her, as one does, bouncing Athena rather. His face is wreathed in smiles.

[bravegoewin]

She knows him instantly, just as she will know him in Aksum when she meets him for the first time six months from now. The baby on his hip is less obviously Medraut's, but so clearly Telemakos's sister that it's of no consequence.

Goewin can only think that this must be some ace-in-the-hole trick of Morgause's, because a rational explanation makes more sense to her than a supernatural one. She grips her spear for balance.

"My brother's child," she breathes. "What are you doing here?"

[thesunbird]

"I don't know!" which is true; he laughs, the kind of exasperated laugh you make when you don't know and you wish you did, but you also don't care just at this minute because you're glad of something else. "I don't know where this is."

[bravegoewin]

Which answer does nothing but confirm her suspicion that he is being used by someone.

"Who has the care of you?"

[lesser_son]

"My lady?" Melou has a sword, for his part, although it's starting to rust over in places (don't tell Gawain). His hand goes immediately to the hilt thereof, a reflex, and he looks at her uncertainly. "Wherefore--Mother of God, do you be careful."

Melou is a coward, but not stupid, and fully willing to believe that she could kill him if she tried. Ergo caution.

[bravegoewin]

maybe she could. Perhaps not with the spear. She gives him an assessing look, frowning coldly.

"I am careful. You may take your hand from your sword."

[lesser_son]

An uncertain pause, and then he does. "Where have you come from?"

[bravegoewin]

"Camlan. My father's estate, ten miles to the west."

[myrddin_wyllt]

This one, we don't know if you will remember, or recognize.

Merlin - his younger self, today - is on the porch, pondering a few things, overall relaxed, and certainly uninterested in meddling.

He's friendly, though.

[bravegoewin]

she will neither remember nor recognize him, but she knows who he is. (His entry into and disappearance from her father's life is on the vague side, and probably happened before she was born, but we can assume she's heard of him.)

She looks up, frowning. "Excuse me, sir; I am lost."

[myrddin_wyllt]

"Oh, so you are." He smiles, a little. "Many who come here are lost, though most do not have as much determination as you do. No need to brace - you are safe here."

[bravegoewin]

Self-consciously, she relaxes her grip on the spear.

"I am looking for my brothers. Their trail has disappeared entirely."

[knightsdaughter]

Molly hails from the turn of the twenty first century, and shows it, in jeans, a black t-shirt and a leather jacket. It's too cold to see much of her tattoo, but the several piercings in her ears and the tiny stud in the side of her nose are still apparent.

"That looks warm," she comments. Without a plothole, her wardrobe is limited to what she was wearing when she arrived, and scrounging.

[bravegoewin]

Goewin turns, surprised. "What, the cloak?" (Molly is surely GASPING for a lecture on the birrus britannicus.)

"I'll cut it in half and we can share, like St. Martin and the beggar."

[knightsdaughter]

She grins. "Or we could go inside where it's warm."

[bravegoewin]

"And then cut it in half."