attn: Mordred, re holiday, ja ja? ,

[blind_judgment]

If it isn't the hottest day of the summer, it certainly comes near it; the vast, cloudless sky is so bright a blue as to seem almost white, and there is a hazy veil of dust hanging in the still, hot air. It's the kind of day when all sane people should be lying perfectly still in some dark, window-covered room somewhere with a cool glass of iced

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[illgotten]

Mordred, as it happens, is coming back in the other direction, sweaty and surly, having searched the Mansion for his errant brother. He manages a not-entirely-ill-humored grimace for Niko. "Hi."

[blind_judgment]

"Hello!" Oh, good, he can stop now. At least there's a little shade under these taller trees. "Judging by your face, I suppose asking 'any luck' would be pointless."

[illgotten]

"Rather." He comes over and slumps against a nearby tree, pushing a hand through his hair.

[blind_judgment]

Niko watches him with a ruefully sympathetic expression. "Everyone is searching, I suppose?"