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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.

[sissy_queen]

She nods. "I understand. The Knights seem all to have much to do, now a days."

That's her supposition, since she's not seeing any of them, anyway.

Particularly Lance. And she's is NOT allowing herself to think of that kiss. It never happened. Nope.

[hardlyagravated]

"Some of them, aye. Always."

[sissy_queen]

She nods, thoughtfully.

"Would that it not be so much, aye?"

[hardlyagravated]

"Indeed, m'lady."

[sissy_queen]

Another thoughtful nod.

"Would that my lord be here. Yours is, at least."

[hardlyagravated]

She lowers her eyes. "I am sorry, your majesty. I hope our lord the High King arrives anon, for your sake especially."

[sissy_queen]

She manages to smile, thankfully. "I ever wait for his return, in truth."

Which, really, she does - she stands at her window, whiling the hours away, ignoring the crewel she keeps on forgetting to finish.

[hardlyagravated]

She nods, at a bit of a loss.

[sissy_queen]

"T'is a blessing, you've family to keep you."

Her voice is soft, contained. Gwen has her royal mask back on.

[hardlyagravated]

"...aye, indeed it is."

[sissy_queen]

She nods, quietly. She wishes her own family were here.

[illgotten]

Which is about when Mordred emerges, his sleeves rolled up to the elbow -- so there's a stepson, a nephew, an arguable brother-in-law and an alleged ex all at once. Feel better, Gwen?

"--Well," he says, one hand on the doorjamb, and looks as if he'd just as soon go back in. "What's all this?"

[hardlyagravated]

Laurel looks up at him, a faint bit of relief in her features. "...her majesty was just passing by."

[sissy_queen]

Ack, Mordred. Mr. Awkward in person. If Gwen had guts, she would add, and just about to leave.

As it is, she just nods, numbly. "Aye, only a passage." And she might well be going soon. Because she has no clue what do do with Mordred, as evidenced by the fact that she isn't quite looking at him.

[illgotten]

"I see." Deadpan.