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Merlin is rather pleased by his words and she only gives him a smile in turn and nods, accepting what he says. She can give him a grace period so long as he sincerely tries to keep to their agreement, but she's not above giving him a teasing nickname - not once nearly so harsh as 'prat' - if he slips up, just to remind him. She is sure it will become more of something smile about then be annoyed by in time. Or perhaps she just hopes that, but nothing has been shown to Merlin to suggest otherwise. In fact, it seems the more they anger each other and express that anger...the better they get along. It's strange, but it's working. She no longer wants to commit treason by strangling a Prince.
They get back to the horses in no time and then Arthur takes them along a mountain path when the forest falls away. Merlin smiles as she looks over the breathtaking landscape in the distance and finally she starts to see why this place is so well-loved. It's ethereal, this place and now that she's not around Nobles and expectations, sickness and blood, etiquette and rules, Merlin can truly appreciate Camelot in all its glory.
Her dark gaze is soon drawn elsewhere, though, as she feels something pass over her skin, an electric charge and she knows what they've come to without having to be told. She's never been here, but she knows this place and Merlin dismounts from Cobalt slowly and follows Arthur because she can't help but do so. When he speaks, she hears him as if from a distance and when he kneels, she driven down to her own knees beside him by a force that makes her body ache. Arthur speaks into the wind, soft words she doesn't even catch, but Merlin doesn't have to as she feels the energy inside her crackle with life and it's suddenly more potent, more alive than she's ever felt before. She can't breathe anymore and yet Merlin doesn't feel any panic either as her eyes open and they are drawn to Arthur.
Her entire being is drawn to Arthur. Merlin stands slowly and even if she's not entirely in control of herself, she has a good idea what is happening. It's not like it's the first time she's been in contact with the ancient power this way and there is gold starting to wrap around in her in thin crackling ropes of power as she reaches for the Prince. Her hand settles on his head as if she's giving him a blessing and if he happens to look up, he will see her eyes are molten gold and don't even seem to belong to her anymore. Her voice is certainly not just her own when she speaks and the wind picks up around them, but doesn't push or pull at them like it wants to knock them over the edge. Rather it almost seems to want to protect.
"Arthur Pendragon, Prince of Camelot, the Once and Future King; many times have you come here and long have you been watched, your birth awaited. Your words have been heard, your prayers will be answered. You shall have the strength to protect your people, to be the King Britain needs. You have already been appointed a Protector and your destiny approaches."
Gold pulsed from Merlin's hand then and into Arthur, flooding him with warmth, with an energy he'd been lacking for a while now, taking away the weariness in his limbs, refreshing is mind, calming his turmoil and then it slowly faded and the wind died down. The gold faded from Merlin's eyes, from her body and this time when she went to her knees, it was of her own volition and she breathed heavily, erratically as if she'd just run many leagues, her heart pounding in her chest.
They get back to the horses in no time and then Arthur takes them along a mountain path when the forest falls away. Merlin smiles as she looks over the breathtaking landscape in the distance and finally she starts to see why this place is so well-loved. It's ethereal, this place and now that she's not around Nobles and expectations, sickness and blood, etiquette and rules, Merlin can truly appreciate Camelot in all its glory.
Her dark gaze is soon drawn elsewhere, though, as she feels something pass over her skin, an electric charge and she knows what they've come to without having to be told. She's never been here, but she knows this place and Merlin dismounts from Cobalt slowly and follows Arthur because she can't help but do so. When he speaks, she hears him as if from a distance and when he kneels, she driven down to her own knees beside him by a force that makes her body ache. Arthur speaks into the wind, soft words she doesn't even catch, but Merlin doesn't have to as she feels the energy inside her crackle with life and it's suddenly more potent, more alive than she's ever felt before. She can't breathe anymore and yet Merlin doesn't feel any panic either as her eyes open and they are drawn to Arthur.
Her entire being is drawn to Arthur. Merlin stands slowly and even if she's not entirely in control of herself, she has a good idea what is happening. It's not like it's the first time she's been in contact with the ancient power this way and there is gold starting to wrap around in her in thin crackling ropes of power as she reaches for the Prince. Her hand settles on his head as if she's giving him a blessing and if he happens to look up, he will see her eyes are molten gold and don't even seem to belong to her anymore. Her voice is certainly not just her own when she speaks and the wind picks up around them, but doesn't push or pull at them like it wants to knock them over the edge. Rather it almost seems to want to protect.
"Arthur Pendragon, Prince of Camelot, the Once and Future King; many times have you come here and long have you been watched, your birth awaited. Your words have been heard, your prayers will be answered. You shall have the strength to protect your people, to be the King Britain needs. You have already been appointed a Protector and your destiny approaches."
Gold pulsed from Merlin's hand then and into Arthur, flooding him with warmth, with an energy he'd been lacking for a while now, taking away the weariness in his limbs, refreshing is mind, calming his turmoil and then it slowly faded and the wind died down. The gold faded from Merlin's eyes, from her body and this time when she went to her knees, it was of her own volition and she breathed heavily, erratically as if she'd just run many leagues, her heart pounding in her chest.
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