[center][h2][b][color=orange] Nimue Pendragon [/color][/b][/h2][/center]

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[center]Year 7,432 of the 3rd Era
3rd Month, 14th Day
Location: Castle Vraweth[/center]

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The morning after had been....oh by Vis, a mixture of things really. Could she even call Morgan a "friend" anymore, or anything like a "sister" since they had once been in-laws? She had confessed to Morgan in their shared bedroom, breaking down and leading two into into....well, [i]certain activities[/i]. And really, afterwards she had been so tired she had fallen asleep rather quickly and deeply through the rest of the night. Even when the two had arisen in the morning, she had not been given the chance to really talk about anything with Morgan since they needed to travel, even though she had the hunch Morgan would want to talk about all of...this, what she herself had said to the redhead, what...oh gods...the two had done. Morgan now knew she loved her, for longer and more deeply than the wielder of Excalibur had even perhaps suspected in life. Yet...the other woman had seemingly reciprocated these feelings back to the mage as well, with similar passion at that point in time. Had Morgan...had Morgan loved her back before? Had the redheaded Queen of Knights ever in the past fostered feelings for her? If so, how? How, when Ovelia had taken up her time and romantic attention? 

But as she had waited by Morgan, after having eaten some breakfast in the dining hall, something had interrupted the process of things before the queen could begin to see them off. In a lovely gown, no less. Some commotion could be heard a ways off, resulting in a sneaking fool - well, a man - appearing into the room and then suddenly bowing before the queen, and then with the magical dagger at his side seemingly translating for him for the assembled individuals in the room. Nimue kjept a straight face, but internally was a little miffed at being called "Felspeaker". Neither she nor Aldebrecht for that matter were part-demon, but all the same the man seemed aware of her and Morgan's legends somehow. Likely he came from a later time than they. Yet even as Morgan went about speaking before the queen, and Nimue continued to meet Morgan's gazes with her own looks of affirmation that she had her back, the mage did not trust this man much really. He had slunk into the room like some sneaky rat, only seemingly sheathing his dagger when he had seen just how many people and what people were in this room and immediately trying to put on good airs. 

With this all in mind, he still knew what the mission was to get to a certain city and such, and that was a strong hint at his nature as an actual resurrected "hero". This being noted, what amount of trust could she put in him despite this, with what he looked like, seemed like, and appeared like between his entrance and quick manner to move to speaking rather than...stealing more things, perhaps? Though while the others seemed convinced that Morgan alone could keep this seemingly slippery individual in check, the mage had another idea. 

[color=orange]"Lingwus"[/color]

Having muttered her translation spell, the mage walked over to where Harun was standing in front of the knight commander. Though instead of any smile, her face bore a scrupulous look and piercing glare, things that were not to take lightly. She was not Morgan, nor she was a specialized wizard, but one could say she had more than a few surprises in store for troublemakers and their ilk. 

[color=orange]"Listen well, rogue. You seem to know of us somehow, so know this: If you seek to rob the queen or such here, or if you stab us in the back at any point, there will be consequences. Painful ones. I will find you in such a case if you try to flee, no matter what place you hide in or the like,"[/color] the mage said in a stern manner, her translation spell transforming her words into Kashiyem in the process when they hit Harun's ears, before the mage put on a small smile before she continued speaking, [color=orange]"So let us get along well, ok?"[/color] 

With that, the mage left things off and began to move back towards Morgan, her smile becoming more sober as she gave a nod to her...well, companion or lack of a better words since the two had yet to talk of things yet. she also let out a small, somewhat private sigh, perhaps a little exasperated at things for a moment. But indeed, she wanted to talk with Morgan as well, to figure all of this out between the two of them as well. 

Ah, but at least she was used to the concept of travel. That would be something to help soothe her nerves a bit, perhaps, whilst on the road. Albeit, she would not have Aldebrecht's banter to keep her company this time, though it was safe to say that while she appreciated Aldebrecht...Morgan was a companion she had longer wished to travel with in any case. 

[@Lyla][@Tominas]