Packing up [open] [attn: Cywyllog, Sagramore]

[illgotten]

With less than a week to departure, Mordred makes the short trek up to the Mansion to say his goodbyes -- the theory being that, once he's done that, circumstances won't have the unmitigated gall to delay him yet again.

He's chiefly seeking his wife and his friend, but anyone else with an interest is welcome to waylay him.

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[cywyllog]

As it happens, his wife is just exiting the kitchen, cup of tea in hand. She stops when she sees him and offers a small but genuine smile. "Hello, Mordred."

[illgotten]

"Oh--" He pauses halfway to the stairs, brightening a little. "I was just coming to find you."

[cywyllog]

"Is that so?" Her smile widens and she makes her way to him, kissing his cheek gently in greeting.

[illgotten]

Well, that's new and different, and not totally unwelcome. "Aye." He returns the kiss, hand on her arm. "I'm going to be away for a while. Thought I should let you know."

[le_desirous]

Sagramore is actually in his room, although he doesn't spend much time there now that reprieve has been granted; sitting on the windowseat, drinking coffee, and reading Molly's latest offerings. As far as he's concerned, he's just waiting for either Courfeyrac or Molly--or both at once! :D--to come and visit.

[illgotten]

Little knock, then.

[le_desirous]

"I'm here," easily, making the assumption. "You're trying to torture me, waiting so long."

[illgotten]

So he lets himself in. "Sorry," a little abashed.

[littlebetter]

Guess who's even now on his way home?

With his pockets full, and very well-scrubbed, and wearing clean clothes, Morvydd always seeing to all such details. He's not looking where he's going, and is about two seconds from tripping and falling on something, but there's a freshness, a wellness, about him, like grass after a hard rain, when the sky's cleared up.

[illgotten]

Mordred double takes. "Hey!"

[littlebetter]

Gaheris startles and smiles, almost shyly. "Afternoon."

[illgotten]

"Isn't it just." Mordred looks at him a moment, then reaches out to ruffle his hair gently. "Where are you off to?"