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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]

"We seem to have had quite a few people passing by today. It must be a fair day, for walking." Normally, Laurel would be attempting to ease the awkwardness, at least a bit, but she's weary and really not up to it.

[sissy_queen]

"Aye, so it is, but I should go, ere darkness falls."

She gives Laurel a small, embarassed smile, and manages to look at Mordred a half-second and to smile at him before she dies of awkward.