☽ ● ☾ – ❝ I daresay people have enough creative things to call me, that ‘biased’ seems rather weak and unnecessary in comparison. ❞ Of course, she understood what it was that Gawain wasn’t saying. Though Nimue knew very little about Lot as a man, she knew all too what it was to have a strained relationship with your father. Even on their better days, all it took was a single glance at the Good Knight Sir Lancelot and his daughter to recognize that they were not particularly close. Far be it from her to force someone else to talk about their father when she had so few words to share about her own. ❝ That being said, I would sooner require better reasons than inquiring about your father to talk to your brothers. If you’ll excuse my saying so, they are not all of them as approachable as you are. ❞
The humor was not lost on her that the same could easily be said about herself. Though she and Galahad shared the same peculiar quietness that had come to mark them as kin and contrast them against their own father, he was the easier to approach of the two of them. He was day and she was night ; people only ever reached for the moon in the dark.
Laughter followed his observation, violet eyes glancing sideways at the titian haired knight.
❝ Everyone at court has their own slew of judgmental opinions, your brother’s are only ever noticed because they do not fall in line with everyone else’s. ❞ She leaned forward, patting her horse’s mane once more as she tried not to focus on the hazy visions of the future flickering always behind her eyes. Even Merlin had very nearly hated Mordred — or rather the concept of him and what he was meant to do. Just as Nimue was destined to put Merlin to rest, so too was the youngest son of Morgause meant to bring his great legacy ( the creation of Arthur and Camelot ) to an end.
It was a hard future to connect to the boy who did her brother such good. That…and she didn’t necessarily disagree with his eventual complaints against king and crown.
❝ A storm is coming, ❞ she said suddenly, drawing in the reins to slow her horse. It was still bright and sunny as she looked up at the sky, but she could feel the pressure building in the air and see the darkening horizons in her mind’s eye. By the hour of None the heavens would open and the trumpets of thunder would blare. ❝ We’ll need to keep an eye out for somewhere to sit it out. ❞
Charming their cloaks and horses wasn’t enough for what was heading their way, and to try and alter its course with magic was to risk the chance of causing devastation elsewhere. Sometimes it was better to just let nature have its way.
“Well then I’d hate to make things easier for them,” Gawain shrugged, he was not unfamiliar with the things court members could say, or indeed how cruel they could be. He had had to face enough of them when he had returned home after his quest. Not everyone wanted to believe the truth of what had happened, choosing to make up their own stories instead. He was grateful when the other did not push him much further. He shook his head with a rin. “They are an unruly lot at the best of times, but they are not quite as evil as a portion of the court may have you believe. Gareth is a child who’s skittish of anyone's attention, and as for the others, they were at least raised to have respect for ladies such as yourself,”
It was true the eldest of the Orkney princes had spent many of his days at least attempting to keep his brother’s out of trouble. Back in the isles, the boys had been often left to their own devices, a factor that did not best prepare them for the close quarters of the castle. The knight did not want to change his siblings, but he did sometimes wish that they would learn how to hold their tongues
“You have a good point,” he agreed amused, guessing that Nimue had a habit of the fact. Modred was nothing if not brutally honest. Something a person could come to equally adore and abhore about him, but that did not mean that the eldest did not become rather over protective of the youngers at the sound of other people judging them as harshly as they did. It was his role to keep the lot of them on the right path, it did not belong to people they barely (if at all) knew.
“What?” He raised an eyebrow, dragged out of his thoughts, as he glanced up at the sky above them, as if the clouds might have changed suddenly while he was absorbed into their conversation. “How can you tell?” he asked before bowing his head in agreement. “There’s a farmstead not too far away, we could ask them couple that live there for a moment’s shelter,”
The two of them had to be careful who saw them where of course, but he trusted the farmer and his wife. The two had played host to the young man plenty of times before. “Unless of course, you’d prefer us to seek shelter on our own?”
This was not the knight alone on a quest, Nimue deserved just as much choice in the matter.
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