[ bcndruidh // kara ]
the idols he had worshipped had turned out to be nothing more than false gods.
it’s cold toward the north, a shocking, bitter chill that not even thick furs could keep out. it turns the skin of their cheeks pink, flush with colour where deep red had rose to the surface of their very beings. for miles, there’s nothing to see but white - nothing but snow covered hills where green had once been. mordred knows, however, that they are headed in the right direction - he had travelled these lands before in search of a queen he had once believed in. he believed again. by the skin of his teeth, he had managed to save kara - clawed his way from the dank cells of camelot & toward the executioners stand which she had faced alone. people had perished, men that he had once called brothers - but she, at least, was safe. morgana would hold no grudge against her. “ come, “ he spoke, reaching his hand out behind him as she faltered. “ we’ll freeze if we stop here - you must walk. “