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bitchprinceArthur did not think this was a good idea. Not in the slightest. In fact, Merlin had received a Stern Talking To or twenty about not bloody well using his magic in public and inviting more witches over. He had not forgotten about what happened the last time, and he had learned his lessons.
As such, he had absolutely no clue how Merlin had managed to talk him into letting his friend Tara turn up anyway. Privately, he was starting to suspect sorcery.
But it was time, now. So Arthur had made Merlin saddle up the horses, and they had ridden out the gate for a 'hunting trip' that would not be pleasurable in either sense of the word. Ridden out into the woods to the one safe spot where portals occasionally could come through, gotten off the horses, and waited. It was lovely weather now, being the dawn of summer, and Arthur would have enjoyed it in most other circumstances.
Still. At least it wasn't Karla.
[[ for a wizard and then a witch, please! ]]
As such, he had absolutely no clue how Merlin had managed to talk him into letting his friend Tara turn up anyway. Privately, he was starting to suspect sorcery.
But it was time, now. So Arthur had made Merlin saddle up the horses, and they had ridden out the gate for a 'hunting trip' that would not be pleasurable in either sense of the word. Ridden out into the woods to the one safe spot where portals occasionally could come through, gotten off the horses, and waited. It was lovely weather now, being the dawn of summer, and Arthur would have enjoyed it in most other circumstances.
Still. At least it wasn't Karla.
[[ for a wizard and then a witch, please! ]]
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Date: 2011-08-20 02:26 am (UTC)"Is it hard for you?" she asked. "Keeping things hidden, I mean."
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Date: 2011-08-20 03:57 pm (UTC)"It might help for us to have a big activity," she sad diplomatically.
You know, in case it made Arthur less likely to fret his head off.
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Date: 2011-08-20 08:36 pm (UTC)You could sort of spot the towers through the trees.
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Date: 2011-08-20 08:49 pm (UTC)"Cool," she said softly, managing not to add her less than brilliant thought that it looked castle-y. "What will we pass on the way in?"
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Date: 2011-08-20 09:22 pm (UTC)She pulled on her reins to get her horse to slow as well. "I've never ridden in a city," she cautioned. "Or a town. Or ... around people not on horses, really."
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Date: 2011-08-20 09:36 pm (UTC)"What?" She was fine with Arthur being a jerk; he'd always kind of seemed like a jerk, which was why she didn't really go out of her way to talk to him. But not being allowed to talk to him was a totally different thing.
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