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- One post per day
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- Female
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- Fantasy, Romance, Medieval, Futuristic, Apocalyptic, Sci-Fi, Modern, Action, Adventure, some High-Fantasy, Lord of the Rings, Pacific Rim, King Arthur, anything Game of Thrones-esque
Merlin informs Arthur in a tight voice that she remembers very well what they discussed and she leaves it at that, not questioning or engaging in any other speech. She falls back away from him and back into the rank of Knights as they go further into the town and the people start to cheer. She does not want to be seen up there with him for she knows it might give a very wrong impression. She does not want rumors to be spread about her before she can even get established here and she is more than certain the best way to make an impression on Uther is not to have him hear about how his son might be thinking of marrying a girl he's never met nor has he arranged a match for.
Such rumors would spread like wildfire through a dry field and Merlin is smart enough to know it. So she pulls her hood up and remains as inconspicuous as possible as they travel through the cheering crowd. She can't help but watch Arthur because no matter how much of a prat he is, he's still Arthur Pendragon. He's magnetic and charismatic. He's like the sun and his people open to his light wherever it touches, welcoming him, looking up to him with love and warmth in their eyes.
It makes Merlin wonder just what kind of person Arthur TRULY is because it takes a great man to be so loved by his people, to inspire such loyalty. She hopes that at some point, she sees such a side of him because so far....she just wants to strangle him and shove his own ego down his throat until he chokes on it.
She smiles a bit at the mental image, pushing her hood back as they enter the courtyard inside the third wall and pretends not to notice when silence falls at her presence. She dismounts with an ease of a month of practice and pets Cobalt's nose as her things are unloaded, watching as he's led away. She brings her dark blue eyes to the yellow-haired child then and she smiles back at him gently as he speaks. Casting a glance back at the Knights who seem to not even notice her existence she follows Kaine and then stops him with a hand to his shoulder before they are out of sight of the others.
"Come on, give me some of those bags. You shouldn't be carrying all of them anyway." When he hesitates, she grins and ruffles his hair, causing the boy to blush and not protest as she takes a few things from his hands and then gestures with her head toward the tower. "Well, come on then." As they walk, she looks down at him, feeling a bit more relaxed and open around a child, though, she is wise and does not say anything that can be used against her. "Thank you for your help, Kaine, but please, call me Merlin. If I can convince you to do so, you might be the only person here who does."
She'll miss that.
The boy leads her to her room and she has to stare at the size of it, the grandeur of the place. The bed itself could fit four people! And she's never seen such richly colored fabrics for pale and dark blues, pure whites that look like they have never been touched by a dirty finger. Merlin has to bite her tongue against asking if this is really her room. Surely not! It's beautiful and she feels wholly inadequate standing in the midst of it. She's still in her travel clothes and while Merlin sets her things down, she doesn't touch anything, doesn't dare to until she's clean and doesn't smell of horse.
Her dark blue eyes look to Kaine then and she runs a hand through her hair, looking around again. "Um...I guess my first question is...where do people bathe here?" She is certain it's not in the stream.
Such rumors would spread like wildfire through a dry field and Merlin is smart enough to know it. So she pulls her hood up and remains as inconspicuous as possible as they travel through the cheering crowd. She can't help but watch Arthur because no matter how much of a prat he is, he's still Arthur Pendragon. He's magnetic and charismatic. He's like the sun and his people open to his light wherever it touches, welcoming him, looking up to him with love and warmth in their eyes.
It makes Merlin wonder just what kind of person Arthur TRULY is because it takes a great man to be so loved by his people, to inspire such loyalty. She hopes that at some point, she sees such a side of him because so far....she just wants to strangle him and shove his own ego down his throat until he chokes on it.
She smiles a bit at the mental image, pushing her hood back as they enter the courtyard inside the third wall and pretends not to notice when silence falls at her presence. She dismounts with an ease of a month of practice and pets Cobalt's nose as her things are unloaded, watching as he's led away. She brings her dark blue eyes to the yellow-haired child then and she smiles back at him gently as he speaks. Casting a glance back at the Knights who seem to not even notice her existence she follows Kaine and then stops him with a hand to his shoulder before they are out of sight of the others.
"Come on, give me some of those bags. You shouldn't be carrying all of them anyway." When he hesitates, she grins and ruffles his hair, causing the boy to blush and not protest as she takes a few things from his hands and then gestures with her head toward the tower. "Well, come on then." As they walk, she looks down at him, feeling a bit more relaxed and open around a child, though, she is wise and does not say anything that can be used against her. "Thank you for your help, Kaine, but please, call me Merlin. If I can convince you to do so, you might be the only person here who does."
She'll miss that.
The boy leads her to her room and she has to stare at the size of it, the grandeur of the place. The bed itself could fit four people! And she's never seen such richly colored fabrics for pale and dark blues, pure whites that look like they have never been touched by a dirty finger. Merlin has to bite her tongue against asking if this is really her room. Surely not! It's beautiful and she feels wholly inadequate standing in the midst of it. She's still in her travel clothes and while Merlin sets her things down, she doesn't touch anything, doesn't dare to until she's clean and doesn't smell of horse.
Her dark blue eyes look to Kaine then and she runs a hand through her hair, looking around again. "Um...I guess my first question is...where do people bathe here?" She is certain it's not in the stream.