☩ there is no friend like a sister, in calm or stormy weather ☩

[magicalskeptic]

If Morgana were the type to be bouncy, or externally show impatience in public, she would here.  The impatience that she's trying to quell, isn't they type born of annoyance.  It's quite the opposite; she is impatient to share her news with Gwen.  Beneath that, is a small case of nerves that Gwen will not share her enthusiasm

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[consorting]

There is something refreshing about returning to Xanadu after everything that had happened. The dragon attacking, her being quite certain Arthur and Merlin would perish, and of course the loss of her friend. She worried what would become of her mistress out there alone. No one really knew where she was taken to and how she left, but Arthur and Merlin blamed themselves silently for her being taken away from her home. Gwen learned a great many things having to get on without Morgana with Camelot in crisis, but though she could hold her head a bit higher she still wept for her friend

[magicalskeptic]

Gwen steps into view, and Morgana waves, with as much enthusiasm as is appropriate for a lady to show -- perhaps a little bit more, but she will steadfastly refuse to feel guilty about it.

Morgana has a basket of her own, but doubts its contents resemble anything Gwen may have in hers.

"My dear friend," she is beaming when Gwen is close enough, and steps up to hug her, should such a thing be welcome. "I have two things I am dying to show you."

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[consorting]

She hurries her pace when Morgana comes into sight, not at all ashamed of lifting her dress enough to job briskly to her friend and embrace her. Perhaps it is tighter than usual, though she keeps herself from saying how glad she is that Morgana is safe. Worry is not something she wants on such a happy reunion.

"Was I absent for very long?" she says with a bright smile as she finally releases her. "You must tell me all I have missed."

She's not surprised to find Morgana has important news for her, but she readjusts the tousled flowers and fruits in her basket and listens attentively to what it is. It's a welcome change from the half destroyed streets of Camelot.

Re: pardon my icons.

[magicalskeptic]

Morgana holds back a quip of too long because though she will tease Gwen, she doesn't want Gwen to worry that there might be some truth to it.

There is, but Morgana is trying to remain focused that Gwen may do as she pleases. Should things go as planned, they shall be business partners, not mistress and maid.

A list of news spills from her, "You are aware I have been staying with the Countess Petrana, are you not? Also, do not be surprised but I have learned there are not one, but two people in Xanadu that share my appearance. Is that not odd?" There's a pause, but it is only for breath, "and you must meet Veda."

[sonofpellinore]

Lamorak is in good spirits. His brother is back in the nexus, the weather has been fine for riding, and the stables are in good shape. If there are things or people he misses, well... who doesn't have some of those?

This is his second chance, and he knows as much, and he feels he's more or less making the best of it.

He hears ladies' voices, not far from the stables, and feels he should go be neighborly. And if they have just arrived, he reasons, perhaps they may need some assistance of some sort.

So he strides up the hill, following the sound.

[magicalskeptic]

Morgana has been further inspecting the grounds -- overgrown but not unmanageable, when a familiar face comes into view.

"Sir Lamorak, good day to you."

[sonofpellinore]

He grins. "Well met, my lady Morgana. Have you been well, since I saw you last?"

[magicalskeptic]

Morgana nods her head out of respect. "I am well. I have been fortunate enough to discover a dear acquaintance in Xanadu who has been kind enough to open her home to me. I hope all is well with yourself."

Morgana is getting the pleasantries done before introducing Gwen. She feels it is important enough to make sure Gwen has everyone's full attention.