Woods Outside the Citadel, Camelot, Wednesday Morning

[bitchprince]

The phones were working. That warranted a trip out into the woods, under the pretense of going out for a ride with the Lady Morgana, to see how well their connection held up in Camelot. Contact some friends.

Arthur was wary; he'd clipped his Blackberry back to his hip where it used to be shortly after they entered the woods, but he hadn't actually stopped until they were far enough in that he could be sure no errant hunting party would run into him.

He slid off the horse, found a good place to stand, and rang.

[[ open for anyone who'd like to contact any of the three Camelot kids. Whether you'd call them, or you think they'd call you! ]]

Comments

Re: Call! - Merlin

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, really," Katchoo got out between snickers, because, really, Merlin? "'s not the size that counts, it's . . ."

And then there was a good fifteen seconds of snickering before the "Gawd. I miss the hell outta you, Ears."

Re: Call! - Merlin

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"You're a very odd woman," Merlin informed her. "But, Arthur would never say it, we miss you too."

Re: Call! - Merlin

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Aw, gee. Thanks," Katchoo told him, but sincerely. "Same to you."

One very deliberate second's pause, and then: "On both counts, not just you being weird."