awaitingalbion

[Merlin's sleep had been rudely interrupted by intense flashes of light and the overwhelming feeling that he should be doing something. The presence, pushing at the boundaries of his mind, felt eerily like communicating with the Great Dragon. And as Merlin had tossed and turned, awake, throughout the rest of the night he came to a conclusion. After all he had done to try and contact Hyt--with plenty of failure--it looks as though the spirit had attempted to contact him right back.

Intuitively, the young warlock felt able to suss out what the spirit wanted. Hold fast, wait for further instructions. Prove yourself worthy. The anticipation of it all succeeds to put him on edge for the rest of the day.

Mid-morning, he addresses the community through his journal:] Err--hello? I was, uhm, just wondering...are there any stables in Luceti? Normally, back home, Arthur just says the word and there are horses waiting outside the castle. Well, more like Arthur says the word and I go fetch them but, what I mean is...what do you do if you plan on making any kind of a journey, here?

[Later in the day, Merlin can be seen walking impatiently around the village. He looks distracted and ill-at-ease with excitement. The walking is mostly a means of keeping calm while he waits for any further communication from the spirit. For once, he's not carting anything around with him.]