Camelot: Saturday Afternoon. While Merlin And Arthur Are Off Holding Hands Like Otters.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine had long ago figured out that Angelica Demesnes and her ilk -- not that Francine would use the word ilk unless she was trying to spell milk in a game of Scrabble and somebody else had already laid down the M -- had no clue what life was like in a medieval kingdom.

What she was sadly finding out now was that medieval kingdoms had no clue how to write historically-suspect bodice-heaving romance the way Angelica Demesnes did.

Instead, she got to sit on a step and try to make it through at least one paragraph of Ye Tragik Historye of Sir Ethelred the Dubious and His Enormouse-Busumed Wyfe before her eyes started swimming again.

[For NPC shenanigans, though The Girl, she is welcome also!]

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[camelotfolk.livejournal.com]

"You do sound a bit funny," she admitted, finally. "Sorry. It's still nice to meet you, though. Merlin doesn't talk about his time in Northumbria much, and yet he seems... different. I mean, he's moved into Arthur's servants' room, for god's sake."

[thatsamilkshake]

Is that what they were calling Arthur's bed these days?

Cough. "He, um, he didn't stay there before?" Francine asked innocently.

[camelotfolk.livejournal.com]

"He used to live with Gaius," she said, "I hardly see him there any more, except for chores."

[thatsamilkshake]

"I guess Arthur needs him around more, now." That didn't sound dirty, did it? No. Right? Mmm, paranoia. "They were the only people from Camelot there. In, um, Northumbria. For a long time. So they had to depend on each other."

[camelotfolk.livejournal.com]

"We didn't hear much from them," Gwen replied, fidgeting. "Or from the Lady Morgana, when she went." Which had been... yeah.

[thatsamilkshake]

"It was cut off, for a while. There really wasn't any way to get messages through." Francine glanced over at the other girl. "Is she doing okay? Morgana? We used to work together to patch people up, when the i--" Northumbria: not an island. "--the castle was under attack."

[camelotfolk.livejournal.com]

Gwen blinked, and her head came up suddenly. "You worked with the Lady Morgana?" she said, somewhat incredulously. "Times must have been dire!"

[thatsamilkshake]

Well...sometimes, yes. "Hey, every hand helps, right?"

[camelotfolk.livejournal.com]

"I've seen her fight. Once," she said, and then shook her head. "At least Prince Arthur has gotten nicer-- not that he wasn't pleasant before, I mean, he wasn't a dragon, or anything--"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Arthur's nice!" Oh, right. "Um, Prince Arthur. He's just, um. Not always good at showing it."