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[hardlyagravated]

Laurel is setting on the threshold of the Orkney cottage, a basket of late tomatoes in her lap. Her head is in her hands, but she's not crying. She's just... sitting. She'd meant to take a quick breath before going back inside, but that quick breath has... rather stretched out. But she's in the way, so it won't last. Maybe that's purposeful.

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[sissy_queen]

The icon should read, OMG it's Agravaine's wife.

Guinevere was just taking a walk - she didn't quite notice that she was walking in the direction of the Orkney cottage - if she had, she might well have changed directions. Mordred still... well, yes. Mordred. He's a dire source of discomfort.

So she stops in front of the house, and suddenly realizes where she is. She wants to go, but the figure on the threshold is... very familiar. So she'll be at the entrance of the clearing.

Hesitating.

[hardlyagravated]

After a moment, she notices the figure and rises quickly, accidentally spilling some of the tomatoes. Still, she curtsies. "Forgive me, your majesty, I did not see you there."

[sissy_queen]

That's a bit of a surprise, and she gasps, before she contains herself again.

"Nay, nay, t'is naught, lady. Pray not urge thineself..." she steps closer, and nods, regally enough. "The tomatoes..."

[hardlyagravated]

She nods, and crouches to gather them. "I had heard that you had come, my lady, but seeing you is a bit of a surprise even so."

[littlebetter]

Gaheris has been... extremely sick (sitting around in the lake in the late of October will do that to a person), and he still looks a little haggard, but something has been prompting him to walk out (he feels like he's lost something important that's on the edge of his vision, and he's looking for it).

And somehow he gets back to what used to be home, and stops, and looks at it quietly.

Then, "Sister?"

[hardlyagravated]

She looks up. "...brother. How are you feeling?"

[littlebetter]

He shrugs, rather apologetically.

[hardlyagravated]

"At least you're up and about. That's well."

[perilous_lady]

Presently the door opens. "Laurel?"

[hardlyagravated]

She looks up and back at her. "...cousin. Am I in the way?"

[perilous_lady]

"Only a little." Lyonors sidesteps, and sits down beside her. "What troubles thee?"

[hardlyagravated]

She shrugs. "Nothing new, truly. Just a poor day."