Visit to Camelot
Aryn wrapped her cloak tighter around herself, her hood hiding her hairs; before entering Camelot. She was in a new world, she knew it. Aryn hadn't resist wanting to see Camelot-and Merlin.
However, something wasn't right. Camelot seemed... sadder than usual. Mourning. Aryn frowned and let her magic seek the people it knew. He eyebrow shot up as she felt Merlin far, far away. She couldn't feel Arthur, or most of the knights. Her magic tingled happily at finding Gwen, Gaius, Leon and Percival.
Aryn sighed as she understood. This was a Camelot after the death of Arthur. She had met one or two Merlin from other worlds set after the King's death; but it was the first time she visited Camelot while Arthur was dead.
Sadness clouded her eyes as she kept walking. Soon enough, Aryn found the citadel. She glanced up at it, amazed by how tall and proud it still stood even with the sadness of the people.
Aryn met the eyes of someone looking out a window. She wondered if she should worry; as the person would see her blue hairs. Yet, for some reason Aryn didn't move-almost as if waiting for this person to do something.
Aryn had a fleeting thought that the person seemed to be Gwen.