Clara Fleet (gentlelight) wrote in britannia_ny, @ 2010-02-21 16:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | cecilia caldwell, clara fleet, laurel ogilvie, michael madison |
open-- attn. orkneys?
Clara, walking with great purpose, is going to the library. She's keeping an eye out as she does so. For what, she's not exactly sure.
(She had a dream last night-- because that seems to be the only thing that can force her to make decisions lately, but she doesn't want to think about that. She had a dream.
It's a dream about coming home.
It's the end of that quest-- the one she's dreamed about since the beginning with Lynet and Lyonors and all that nonsense. But in this dream it's finally over and he's coming home. And his brothers are with him and he rides in the midst of them, not a pace behind like with Lancelot. And they come home, to Camelot, and King Arthur is there and even though Gareth has seen him before, it was like seeing him for the first time. He looked then, more than ever, the way Gareth had imagined him from the stories, his famous sword at his hip and his Queen at his side.
And his brothers are there. They don't care that he ran away, that he did not come to them, that he lied. They're there.
It's the first time she wakes up and doesn't feel alone.)
So she's going to the library, because she feels like she has to do something and it's the only lead she really has. And she's keeping an eye out. True, she's been more or less an utter failure at recognizing anyone thus far. But today, maybe, she thinks she could do it.