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[awaitingalbion]

[With a clearing of his throat, Merlin addresses the journal system.]

Perhaps...I am not really cut out to be a knight. Although, it'd be nice to get some of the recognition. A knight is never stuck serving breakfast.

[There's a quiet, longing look as Merlin looks "off screen" towards Arthur's abandoned sword. Knights, after all, had so much more of an acceptable heroism.]

Miss Fina, could I request an audience with you? It's about--err--what we talked about, last time. I could use some help.

[Merlin is shown drawing a palm across his face. He grumbles.] Arthur's still not back.

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[silviteadvocate.livejournal.com]

[ She smiles at Merlin shyly when he says that, oblivious to his hick-like instincts of cooking the family of birds in their pantry and closes the door on their cheeping. Sure enough, the din gives away after a few minutes as they settle in the darkness again, and Fina places the jar of tea on the side and instead concentrates about warming up the stove in order to boil the water. ]

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[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

[He leans forward on a counter, smiling.]

It's amazing, all of these things that you have. Stoves, for example. Back home we had a roasting pit.

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[silviteadvocate.livejournal.com]

[ Fina looks over as he leans over. She misunderstands his roasting pot as being one the Blue Rogues used over a camp fire shortly after securing Crescent Isle as their base. ]

Really? It must take you a long time to cook for everyone...

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[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

The kitchens cook. I just serve the stuff. [But he freezes after the admission rolls so casually out of him.]

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[silviteadvocate.livejournal.com]

You just... serve the food?

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[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

What? Oh. Me? Serve the food? S-sometimes. [He nods emphatically.] Sometimes, I serve it to Arthur. Because he trusts me. Yes.

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[silviteadvocate.livejournal.com]

Does Arthur not trust many other people? [ Fina looks curious. ] Um.. he must trust you a lot if he insists that only you brings him his meals.

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[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

He's the prince. There aren't many that he can trust. So he needs me...to make sure his food is safe--[by bringing it to Arthur from the kitchens]--to make sure he's protected in battle--[by looking after his armour between jousts]--helping him with his horses--[by mucking out the stable.]

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[silviteadvocate.livejournal.com]

[ Fina looks overwhelmed by that list. One thing stands out the most though: ]

... What's a horse?

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[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

You...don't know what a horse is.

[He just looks at her, amused.]

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[silviteadvocate.livejournal.com]

I-I'm sorry.

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[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

It's alright, Fina. A horse? It's an animal that you ride, takes you places.

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[silviteadvocate.livejournal.com]

Animals take you places in your world...? Not airships?

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[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

Horses can take you over land, and there are boats for the water. But I've never seen one of those.

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[silviteadvocate.livejournal.com]

[ Fina looks interested. Horses for land and boats for water? ]

Vyse's first mate made him a boat once.. um, he's gone now. But we only have airships back in Arcadia... we wouldn't be able to travel from isle to isle without them.

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[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

So, what is an airship?

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[silviteadvocate.livejournal.com]

It's a vessel powered by moonstones and travels through the sky. There are so many back home and most of which that came to our aid... too many to count.

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[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

Though...the sky?

[His mind is boggled.]

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[silviteadvocate.livejournal.com]

[ Fina bows her head in confirmation, before the kettle on the stove begins to whistle shrilly at her prevents any further explanation for now. While she tends to making a cup for you, contend with Cupil pulling faces at you, Merlin. ]

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[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

[He pulls a few faces back, ending in a smile.]

He's sort of cute.

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[silviteadvocate.livejournal.com]

[ Fina smiles as she finishes making the tea for the two of them. ]

S-Should we move into the living room? [ She is still not one hundred percent comfortable sitting in the kitchen. ]

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[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

Oh! Of course. Probably shouldn't be asking you to make such a fuss over me, anyway. [He eyes the newly grown wing with apprehension.]

May I carry those for you, Miss Fina?

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[silviteadvocate.livejournal.com]

[ Fina blinks at the offer. ]

Um.. but you are the guest here, Merlin.

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[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs, and quite insistently reaches out to grab the cups of tea.] We're all guests here. Even if we're more like prisoners.

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[silviteadvocate.livejournal.com]

[ Fina does not quite yelp at how Merlin shrugs off her insistence, and lets him take them. ] Prisoners...