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Merlin wakes in her own bed, with Elwyn beside her in a chair. The maid looks infinitely relieved to see her awake and says as much, explaining that a healer had been by to see her but had only said that she needed rest as the brunette sits up slowly. Elwyn flutters around her like a frantic mother hen and Merlin eventually snaps at her to stop, her head pounding as she cradles it. The maid stills immediately and flinches before looking down and clasping her hands before her demurely. "I'm sorry, my lady. I was simply worried."
A sigh answers her. "I know. I am sorry for being harsh with you. My head hurts is all."
Dark eyes look up curiously. "Begging your pardon, my lady, but why do you not just make it go away? I saw what my lady did in the arena."
Merlin gave a wry smile, looking up and she slowly got out of bed, used to the vertigo that hit and then the spots that float before her vision before she steadies and while her head aches something fierce, she knows she is going to be fine. Eating would be good and going to bed early will fix everything. She's merely depleted of energy. "That is the funny part, Elwyn; I can not heal myself."
The maid blinks in surprise. "Not at all?"
"Not even a scratch." Merlin chuckles, already stripping out of her dirtied clothes and Elwyn snaps to attention, coming over to help, picking out a dress for the brunette to wear. It's a wine-red with gold flowered embroidery. It's completely too rich for Merlin's taste, but after she washes up, Elwyn convinces her to wear it and her hair is pulled back in a simple way. Merlin doesn't like that her face is not partially hidden anymore by the stray strands of hair that fall out of her ties or a complete curtain when she wears it loose, but she's going to dine with the King and it's important she look the part. It's a real pain in the arse as far as Merlin is concerned.
Still, she thanks Elwyn for her work which has the maid beaming and then leaves her room before any guards can come escort her. It's almost thrilling to have escaped them and Merlin is smiling to herself as she makes her way toward where she knows the dining hall is located. She figures from that point she will see people entering and can just...slip in unnoticed. Maybe. She's quite tired of being the center of attention already.
"Lady Emrysia?"
Merlin nearly cringes at the name, but she composes herself and turns around to see a woman of great beauty with auburn hair and the palest blue eyes, surrounded by three guards and a serving maid, coming toward her. There is a smile on her lips, a genuine one full of real warmth and Merlin finds herself intrigued. "You are she, as I thought. I am Guinevere. I wanted to bid thee welcome to Camelot. Your skill is quite astounding. Is it hard to do?"
Merlin smiled, instantly relaxing in a way she'd not done since arriving. Guinevere...she was good. So very good that the brunette found it amazing how at ease she felt around the other. It was a sense, a warmth that curled through her, the power inside humming happily as if encountering a patch of sunlight. "It can be difficult at times, yes. I am delighted to meet you, Guinevere. I have heard much of you and none of it bad."
There is light laughter as the two begin to walk together, as if they are old friends, toward the dining hall. "You speak without titles. Bold for a woman." There is a glint of teasing laughter in Guinevere's eyes and Merlin raises a brow in counter. "You introduced yourself as such."
"An excellent point made. And what do you call yourself?"
"Merlin."
Guinevere smiles as they approach the doors to the hall. "Then Merlin you shall be to me."
A sigh answers her. "I know. I am sorry for being harsh with you. My head hurts is all."
Dark eyes look up curiously. "Begging your pardon, my lady, but why do you not just make it go away? I saw what my lady did in the arena."
Merlin gave a wry smile, looking up and she slowly got out of bed, used to the vertigo that hit and then the spots that float before her vision before she steadies and while her head aches something fierce, she knows she is going to be fine. Eating would be good and going to bed early will fix everything. She's merely depleted of energy. "That is the funny part, Elwyn; I can not heal myself."
The maid blinks in surprise. "Not at all?"
"Not even a scratch." Merlin chuckles, already stripping out of her dirtied clothes and Elwyn snaps to attention, coming over to help, picking out a dress for the brunette to wear. It's a wine-red with gold flowered embroidery. It's completely too rich for Merlin's taste, but after she washes up, Elwyn convinces her to wear it and her hair is pulled back in a simple way. Merlin doesn't like that her face is not partially hidden anymore by the stray strands of hair that fall out of her ties or a complete curtain when she wears it loose, but she's going to dine with the King and it's important she look the part. It's a real pain in the arse as far as Merlin is concerned.
Still, she thanks Elwyn for her work which has the maid beaming and then leaves her room before any guards can come escort her. It's almost thrilling to have escaped them and Merlin is smiling to herself as she makes her way toward where she knows the dining hall is located. She figures from that point she will see people entering and can just...slip in unnoticed. Maybe. She's quite tired of being the center of attention already.
"Lady Emrysia?"
Merlin nearly cringes at the name, but she composes herself and turns around to see a woman of great beauty with auburn hair and the palest blue eyes, surrounded by three guards and a serving maid, coming toward her. There is a smile on her lips, a genuine one full of real warmth and Merlin finds herself intrigued. "You are she, as I thought. I am Guinevere. I wanted to bid thee welcome to Camelot. Your skill is quite astounding. Is it hard to do?"
Merlin smiled, instantly relaxing in a way she'd not done since arriving. Guinevere...she was good. So very good that the brunette found it amazing how at ease she felt around the other. It was a sense, a warmth that curled through her, the power inside humming happily as if encountering a patch of sunlight. "It can be difficult at times, yes. I am delighted to meet you, Guinevere. I have heard much of you and none of it bad."
There is light laughter as the two begin to walk together, as if they are old friends, toward the dining hall. "You speak without titles. Bold for a woman." There is a glint of teasing laughter in Guinevere's eyes and Merlin raises a brow in counter. "You introduced yourself as such."
"An excellent point made. And what do you call yourself?"
"Merlin."
Guinevere smiles as they approach the doors to the hall. "Then Merlin you shall be to me."
Guinevere
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Dress and hair
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