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Gwen loathed being forced to go into towns and cities to lure in the audiences for her mistress’ caravan. She hated it.

And yet...

It was the only time she could be free, be herself. The only time she could almost ignore the collar that rested so snug around her throat, cleverly disguised as a pretty black choker with an emerald pendant.

Mary Collins--the Lady Helen, self-proclaimed Keeper of Fantastic Creatures and Oddities--kept her on a tight leash. Gwen could leave the caravan, but only when she went with Mary’s son Tommy to attract an audience wherever they’d stopped. Trying to run or leave without him by her side was out of the question.

Dancing and using her natural abilities--marked clearly for anyone who knew what the golden “tattoo” signified to see--to attract audiences was the only way she could pretend she had a life of her own.

And so...she danced, shifting forms in a whirl of colour every time Tommy snapped his fingers.

Snap!

A mahogany brown fox with markings akin to gold flames on its neck and shoulder leapt and snapped its sharp little teeth at droplets of water from the nearby fountain.

Snap!

A peacock with the same colour and markings flared its tail to show the eyes on its feathers were also golden.

Snap!

Now a panther prowled around the edge of the crowd.

Snap!

The dusky-complexioned dancer was back once more.

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Morgana felt her heart ache as she watched the poor girl. She didn’t know Will, but seeing Merlin and Arya mourn for him reminds her of when her family and friends died during the attacks. “Usually I’d tell you you’re too young.” She squeezed her arm, a soft sigh escaping her lips. “But this is the kind of pain no child should go through. I’m sorry we couldn’t save him. Magic or not, he had more honor than most people here.”

She knows she’s been sipping at Morgana’s own wine, but Arya has not been the same mischievous girl since she returned to Camelot. The same girl who sassed the crown prince, the King even, before biting her tongue at his reprimands. 

“I should’ve stopped him. Arthur was wearing chainmail, he would’ve been fine, but stupid Will...” He’d always been too good, and Arya closes her eyes, taking a breath. Arya’s eyes almost flash at Morgana’s comment on magic, but she manages to stop herself, feeling the need to throw something vanish. Will had told her to mind her temper, lest she lose it in front of the wrong people. Will had no magic, and even if he had, she’d have let nothing happen to him. She failed that. How was she to protect Merlin and by extension Arthur when she couldn’t protect Will? “I know I often claim myself to be Merlin’s only friend, but that was because it hurt to much to remember Will, and now he really is gone, My Lady.” She shouldn’t have left in the first place. Just let Merlin come to Camelot... then what of Arya? Perhaps she’d be dead too. “He had more honor... he was the bravest, kindest person I’ve ever known.” And what had she done returning home? Yapped about Arthur and Morgana more than she should have. 

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               A SURPRISED GASP FLOWED FROM HER LIPS, eyes trained on the sparring taking place before her and the other spectators amongst the benches. Having lived with only brothers, it was no surprise that Margaery had taken a liking to tournaments of the like -- her own brother Loras being the greatest champion in her eyes. No one could beat him, and she wouldn’t want to see the day that someone would. She tore her gaze, however, turning to her guest and awarding them with a warm smile. “I trust you are enjoying yourself? I know there must be many a tournament in Camelot, and I should hope it does not bore you to see much of the same here. We can do something else to entertain you, of course. You are our guest after all.”

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She did not know how she had washed up on Camelot’s shores all those years ago. All she knew was her name, and that her mama and papa could not come and get her. She suspected that Uthred knew where she had come from, but at three she had not thought of it. Yet, Rhaenys is a woman grown now, and as much of Camelot as the rest of them, Uthred’s son, his other ward Morgana... speak of the devil.

“Morgana!” She calls as the elder passes her, sliding up next to her with a grin from where she’d been staring out the window. “Who was that man you were talking to? He looked utterly besotted when you walked away from him.” 

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