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[girdleforakiss]

Gawain is sitting in the grass on the bank of a small pond, with his arms wrapped around his knees.

He's staring quietly at the water, and looks to not have moved for some time.

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[illgotten]

Presently there come quiet footsteps behind him, and a mild, "Hey."

[girdleforakiss]

"Hey," Gawain says, and smiles, a good deal more wanely than usual. "It's a pretty day."

[illgotten]

"Yeah, it is." Mordred hovers a moment, then comes forward to sit beside him a little gingerly. "What's up?"

[girdleforakiss]

"Nothing, really," Gawain says, not looking out at him, but instead showing great interest in the tree line on the opposite shore.

[fingersofleaf]

Percy hardly knows the meaning of the word contemplative, but he plops down next to Gawain in the most well-meaning, friendly way possible. "'lo there."

[girdleforakiss]

"Hullo," Gawain says, with a smile. "How're you?"

[fingersofleaf]

"I'm good. I've got a fellow. How're you?