A Most Eccentric House Call

[seventywindows]

This bright eyed, white haired lady is not in the slightest lost and in all ways dressed for the weather. She sweeps up the path, takes the front steps easily, swirls through the door and reaches up to undo the sash securing her broad, elegant hat to her head

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[abitofboth]

He blinks, which is the closest Childermass has ever come to looking surprised. "You came on purpose, madam?"

[seventywindows]

"Oh, child, what did I say? Goodness, yes, though easier in than out, I expect I'll find it."

[abitofboth]

"Most likely. Still." He stands. "You mentioned the cupboard, then."

[seventywindows]

"Yes, indeed," her eyes twinkle, and she casually drops her hat on a convenient sidetable, "First things first, yes? It's a bit small here for a closed system."

[myrddin_wyllt]

With her remarkable talent for prophecy, Ganieda will probably know where to find her brother. He is in his hut, in the forest, nursing to health a bard who was entrusted to him by a woman of power to whom he owed a debt.

He will feel his twin sister - and when she comes close, he will come out of the seemingly humble hut (much like a hobbit's burrow) to wait for her, letting his ward rest.

Mostly based upon Robert de Boron, this Merlin, but I'm extending his canon to include Monmouth's accounts, please bear with me, yes?

Also, we're assuming the bard is sleeping - because his typist isn't around just now.

[seventywindows]

Merlin is generally easy to find. Or at least he is for Ganieda, who's been doing so most of her life.

"Dear heart," she says, smiling, her hands held out, when she has gone to find him and he has come out, "How do you fare?"

Sure thing! (I'm really stronger on my Mallory and Pearl poet, but the Vita's short, and Arthurian legend needs all the neat women it can get.)

[myrddin_wyllt]

"Ganieda." He gasps it - he... well, he's been here a long, long time, and he had honestly given up on seeing family at all. Or his wife. That's really why he is playing hermit in a small hut.

He extends his hands, clasps them, and actually tugs the sister into a hug. "How are you, sister?" Note how he's not answering the question.

It's probably deliberate.

T: Absolutely. By the way, his DF fanon is that he was locked up here by Nimue - so he's taken from the end of all Arthurian legends etc.

[seventywindows]

Eeee, hugs! "Fabulous and snowy, dear, how are you?"

Yeah, we're not letting go of that. Can't fool your sis that easy.

[tomboy_22]

Ganieda, here's a wolf. She's coming out of the woods, and in a good mood - we don't know if you will feel who she is - that the wolf is really only an appearance.

At any rate, she pauses and looks at the elderly woman curiously.

[seventywindows]

"And a very good afternoon to you!" says Ganieda, who knows a thinking creature when she sees one, at the least.

[tomboy_22]

The wolf raises eyebrows. "Huh. Well there goes my effect. Good afternoon to you too, Grandma."

Anita is very amused.

[seventywindows]

"I do beg your pardon for spoiling your surprise, but your ears have such a knowing air, dear, a person can't miss it."

[sissy_queen]

If Ganieda ever makes it to the Mansion, she will find Guinevere, sowing something with dedication. She is in her eighteen year-old prime, and singing softly to herself.

She has the glow of a woman in love.

[seventywindows]

"Good afternoon, your majesty," Ganieda says warmly, going to Guinevere without bothering to take off her cloak - although she does knock the snow off her boots first. "I pray I do find you well?"

[sissy_queen]

Guinever beams at Ganieda, sweetly. "Oh, you do, my counselor's sister. And yourself? But please, do take your cloak, and come, I shall make tea for you..."

She's still beaming. Guinevere is happy.

[seventywindows]

Ganieda begins to undo her cloak, but says, "I'm very well, child, but never mind about the tea. I came here on an errand, I'm afraid, I've an anomaly to reason with."

[rob_fellows]

And at one point behind her, a happy voice will come singing.

"We did need to have some pleasant faces around her, truly."

Puck, Robin Goodfellow. He might smell familiar... or not.

[seventywindows]

"Flatterer!" Ganieda says, laughing, "And me an honorable widow to boot!"

Ganieda has never had much personal traffic with the fairy folk, but if you can't figure out when you're being addressed by one, you're not a magic worker with much sense.

[rob_fellows]

Robin laughs too, from his perch on the staircase. "Honorable and charming, is what." He jumps down the stairs and gives her a fantasmagorical bow.

"What does your service require, this day?"

Do note - Puck is dressed in contemporary clothing, and actually, is very, very elegant. And he has nothing to do with Morgan Le Fay, contrary to what Hollywood wants us to think. That's what he would say, anyway.

[seventywindows]

Gani laughs, and curtsies, although not teasingly too low, as she might have done in her youth. Her knees will no longer allow those games. "Nothing you ought to feel obligated to give me," she says, "But if my lord should find it in his will to do an old woman a small kindness, I think I may be needing graphite dust, soon enough."