Woods Outside Camelot, Tuesday Morning

This was a horrible idea.

Arthur could attest to that much. Camelot wasn't exactly the safest place for two girls from Fandom-- for many reasons. But. Well. His thoughts had started to slow their wandering process back towards his mother's grave, but he was still feeling a little out of it, a little distant, and that made him antsy at the same time. He had no idea what to do with it all.

So it was easy to let Merlin field this, and to find up here: out in the woods where no patrol would find them, staring at the portal as it shaped itself between the trees, and waiting.

He shifted his feet, restless.

[[ for two girls and a boy. ]]