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Posted on May 30, 2013 at 04:15:00 AM by a r t h u r
 Have you found him? Arthur enquired of his familiar, reaching out with his thoughts to the merlin. In reply he received a rather ruffled humph of indignation from the bird, who seemed to be insulted that the King had even felt the need to ask. “Of course,” Pendragon snapped. Arthur sighed, ignored the tone and followed up with another question, “where are you, and is he safe?” The raptor clicked his beak impatiently at his fairy, “I’m in a tree, if you must know. As to the second question, I believe so, but it’s very difficult to tell for certain.” Arthur knew that he probably didn’t want to know the answer, but he felt obliged to press the point. “Why?” he enquired, a little wearily. Pen did not answer immediately, as he checked the window again, “well,” the merlin said matter-of-factly, “because of the smoke, of course.” The king had been right. He should not have asked. He returned his attention to Mallos looking even more tired than before. “A little forewarning might have been nice,” he sighed, running his hand distractedly through his hair. He caught himself, and offered his father-in-law an apologetic smile, letting him know that the remark was not directed at him. The King could not identify the small roll of paper that materialised between the Spaniard’s fingers in the following moment, but he did note the small flick of Mallos’ eyes in Tristan’s direction, before it vanished into nothingness. Arthur assumed that it was something he wasn’t supposed to have, but ignored it, allowing himself nothing more than the smallest of smiles. Tristan too, it seemed, had noticed, and was giving his grandfather a questioning look. Arthur feigned ignorance, and occupied himself by filling a goblet with wine and taking a long drink. He watched with interest as Mallos conjured the detailed picture of the woman of which he spoke. Even after thirty years in Shaman, Arthur still found that he was sometimes amazed by magic. The picture was not like anything he had seen before, and part of him wanted to reach out to try and touch it. He knew enough to realise that his fingers would have gone straight through, but even that would have been satisfying in itself. “Can you make a copy of this?” the king asked instead, remaining still in his chair, his fingers instead curling around the base of his goblet, “on paper. It will be beneficial to distribute it to the guards.” Tristan moved in his seat in order to get a better look at the woman’s face, memorising it the best he could. He had no intention of letting her anywhere near his best friend. He was confident however that she was no match for his Father and Grandfather. “Do you have any suggestions,” Arthur enquired of Mallos, as Tristan drew back into his chair with another wince, looking pale. The King’s brows contracted in concern, and he sat a little further forwards, resting his elbows on the desk. The prince however smiled at him brightly enough. “I confess, my experience with hypnotists is somewhat limited. I am better with the religious fanaticism – in that I am well-versed.” A fly landed on Tristan’s neck, and he moved his hand in order to bat it away...the hand that had been clutching his side. In its absence, a blood stain was revealed seeping through the fabric of his shirt. Realising suddenly his slip, the prince returned his hand as quickly as possible, but not quick enough to out manoeuvre his father’s sharp eyes. “Bed, Tristan,” the king demanded in a voice that would tolerate no argument, “right now.”  |
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- él se fue con el invierno. - By mallos May 30, 2013 at 08:41:16 PM
- chased your ghost across the yard - By a r t h u r June 4, 2013 at 07:23:44 PM
- él se fue con el invierno. - By mallos June 6, 2013 at 00:05:24 AM
- chased your ghost across the yard - By a r t h u r June 6, 2013 at 05:29:30 PM
- él se fue con el invierno. - By mallos June 6, 2013 at 00:05:24 AM
- chased your ghost across the yard - By a r t h u r June 4, 2013 at 07:23:44 PM
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