003] looking for offhanded ways to improve us [location: central / visual]

[sibreden]

His eventually to be concluded argument with young Arthur has actually done Mordred good; it made him mad, a good clean anger that burnt clear, without all the clinging smoke of grief and bitterness. It's shaken him out of his reactive apathy, back into something closer to his normal state -- which is to say reserved, wary, slightly dour, but

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[crophisownrose]

Sagramore is still chilling by his wall, and, being not in a particularly dignified state of mind, he bursts out laugh. "--Sir."

[sibreden]

The noise he makes is, effectively, fffffff. "There you are. What are you, my damned shadow?"

[crophisownrose]

"When you wander into the sun over here."

[sibreden]

"You can't pretend the cursed thing never takes you by surprise." But he does go over, gravitating to the familiar warmth despite himself.

[location | Central]

[ironshodboots]

Nazca is leaning out one of the upper windows of The Last Mistake, a large tavern that doesn't look to go where it's sitting at all. Seeing Mordred almost run over, she calls down to the street, "Are you alright, then?"

The fact she sounds a smidge amused shouldn't be held against her. He doesn't look hurt.

[location | Central]

[sibreden]

He looks up, his expression wry even with the foreshortening. Like he needs any of that. "All but my dignity."

[location | Central]

[ironshodboots]

"Oh good. I'm told that grows back." She grins, leaning on the windowsill.

[location | Central]

[sibreden]

"Eventually. I'd just got it back, too."

[Location: Central]

[magicalskeptic]

Morgana intends to make a quick (and hopefully unnoticed) trip to Tamper & Trick. In her head, she's planning this to last less than an hour. She does not wish to leave Gwen on her own for too long, as she's still acclimatizing.

It's at the halfway point in her journey she sees the man -- not an Extra and not particularly happy -- but the clothing and the manner give her the indication that at least an acknowledgment is appropriate. There might also be another motive, as Morgana has a sneaking suspicion as to his identity.

"Sir." She bows her head as she approaches him. He can choose to stop in response, or nod in kind and continue to his destination.

[location: Central]

[sibreden]

He pauses, taking her in with sharp dark eyes, and returns the courtesy. Unlike Gwen, she's the kind of woman who immediately puts him on the defensive, for convoluted reasons of his own. "My lady?"

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[magicalskeptic]

Morgana takes in that she actually taller than the man in front of her, but shows no surprise. She's too used to appeasing pride to be that gauche upon a first meeting.

What does surprise her is the obvious tension. Granted, she is used to greetings from the knights in Camelot, all of whom understand her position at court, but still, Sagramore is not from her court, yet his manners are excellent.

When all else fails, a smile an appropriate small talk works, "I am glad to see others out to enjoy the fine day, Sir --" she expects him to fill in the name, but she's already made a guess at it.

[location: Central]

[sibreden]

It's probably the one thing he's not self-conscious about, really; he looks up at her with no sign of discomfiture, though his expression remains guarded. After a slight pause he says, neutrally enough, "It seemed better than trying to find my way in the rain."

Small talk: he sucks at it.