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Arthur 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! ]]

It had gotten increasingly harder to escape the castle now that spring approached. There were preparations to be done, last rations to be distributed carefully so that everyone would have enough, farmers to protect. It was exhausting, was what it was, and Arthur relished the chance to get out for a ride.

Eventually he made it back here, to his usual spot deep in the forest by a small brook. He got off his horse and sat down on the pebbles by the river, breathing in the air.

A little peace and quiet.

It took him about fifteen minutes to get terribly sick of it, which was when he flipped open his phone and started calling numbers. Really, Merlin's magic held up surprisingly well with these things.

[[ open for phone calls, etc. ]]

With August now behind them, Camelot was starting to cool. It was not yet so cold that it took effort for Arthur to bluff his way out of the castle, but given a few more weeks, it might well get to that point.

He'd figure out what to do when it happened.

Now, though, it was about a week since Francine and Katchoo had departed, and he had a strange urge to get into contact with the world outside of Camelot. And so, he'd brought his phone back to his usual clearing amidst the trees.

He tossed a few calls out to the world. Who knew what'd come up.

[[ open for phone calls! ]]

It was time to send the girls back home. They would have earlier, actually, but there'd been something strange in the air - according to Merlin, and sadly Arthur's experience in the magical arena was rather lacking, beyond the bit where wizards kept trying to kill him - and, well.

It didn't really matter. Nor did it matter that Arthur still didn't really want to let them go, but that wasn't anything he was going to admit to anyone, let alone to himself. Instead, he was going to stand back with a slight smile on his face, arms crossed.

"It's always good to know the two of you are still up to the same trouble," he said.

[[ for the three other people currently in Camelot. ]]

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. ]]

The discovery of Morgana's magic, three witch trials in a row, and his birthday only a scant few days away. Arthur had had a lot on his mind of late, and while the occasional distraction managed to keep the worst of his moods at bay, it still left him feeling uneasy. Avoidant, even, of anything to do with Fandom, which was just one of many things he hadn't told his father.

He knew he shouldn't feel this torn, especially since he considered his own moral stance to be right on this matter, but at the same time, it was his father. He'd sworn fealty, and he--

He was getting a headache.

That Saturday morning - at least that's what it was in Fandom time, not that he knew - he finally rode out into the woods until he'd reached the most hidden heart of them. He stopped there, and took out his phone, and placed a few calls, hoping they'd... settle something.

He wasn't sure.

[[ open for calls and/or he who also lives in Camelot. ]]

After the feasts of a few weeks back, Arthur had fallen into the routine he preferred above all. Training, training, and more training, interspersed with some talks about minor adjustments in grain dispersion and the occasional audience for the public, as well as the odd hunt.

But he was hunting for something else today; he was hunting for contact with Fandom, or rather, his friends both on and off it.

As it turned out, having his old routine back made his thoughts about the island far kinder than they used to be.

[[ for phone calls, yes! ]]

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