Clarent Brittania (notformyglory) wrote in afternightfalls, @ 2019-02-25 18:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | clarent brittania, primrose blackwood, type: thread |
Who: Clarent Brittania and Primrose Blackwood
What: Clarent comes to speak to Prim about various skills
When: Thursday, February 21; afternoon.
Where: Blackwood Antiquities
Warning: Should be none; tbd
Clarent had considered his options carefully. He massaged the bridge of his nose as the thoughts ran through his mind once more. True, this wouldn't be the first time he had requested assistance from an outsider. Even if they weren't all that far outside. The Blackwoods were an old line of witches. Very powerful.
It was his curse. His quest. His burden. This was his penance for failing his beloved Arthur, Guinevere and Elaine. Just like all the stories that painted him in a black light, the man who seduced Guinevere and destroyed Camelot. They didn't see the snake in the grass. No, perhaps that was the best end to the monster. He was barely even a footnote in most stories and adaptations.
Clarent sighed as he looked at the computer screen. It had been a lifetime, literally, since he had found anyone. He was tired. 1500 years of living was really starting to weigh on him. He needed help before... well he wasn't sure what. Morgan's curse didn't allow for any sort of real rest. Even if he lost hope, which, it wouldn't be the first time that happened. Besides, he had already contacted Prim and said he would meet with her. So he washed, dressed and made his way toward her shop.
There was a pleasant little bell as he bell chime as he entered the shop. With unusual self-conscious, he caught his reflection in the mirror and adjusted his tie. Aware that someone was approaching, He back a bow of his head.
"Hello Ms. Blackwood. I am Clarent Brittania. I spoke with you through the network inquiring about some assistance in locating someone?"