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future_seer 2010-09-11 05:00 pm UTC (link)

Morgana had been shopping with Arthur when she had first heard Mordred's yell. It had startled her so much that she'd visibly flinched and likely would have toppled her over if she hadn't already been sitting down on one of the chairs provided, waiting for Arthur to hurry it up inside of the changing room. It had been well over a year since anyone had spoken in her mind like that. Been nearly two if not more since she'd heard that voice. Yet she'd be able to tell it apart from anyone else's. There would be no way that she could ever mistake it. It had taken shaky fingers some time to open the PDA and to comment to him. She had all but dragged Arthur out of his changing room. Hastily having him may as she rushed toward Mordred. She answered him whenever she could. Stopping to answer taking time but not wanting to leave him completely alone. It was good that she hadn't because she soon enough realized that Mordred was from a time much further than she had been. Showing with Arthur would have been a bad plan. Not that she thought Mordred a violent child; nevertheless, he was scared and had already lost so much. And it seemed had lost more at the -- She wouldn't have blamed him if he struck out yet she didn't want Arthur hurt. So she made the rest of the way on her own. A smile split her face when she saw him and she rushed the rest of the way toward him. Squeezing her arms around him as he hugged her, holding him tightly in return. (Reply to this) (Thread)

thedruidboy 2010-09-11 05:14 pm UTC (link)

Mordred peeled himself away from Morgana, offering her a small, silent smile before he slipped hand into hers. Last time he'd seen the dark haired woman was at the camp, but then Arthur and Emrys had taken her away, and he'd missed her since then. He had wanted to go back and find her, but his teachers had refused him, at least for the time being. Eventually they had got word that she wasn't even in Camelot any more, and since then Mordred had always hoped she would find them. Mordred tucked himself into her side, peering up into Morgana's face and clutching tight to her hand. One of the metal carts rushed past, carrying a crowd of people, and he flinched, his young face crumpling anxiously. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

future_seer 2010-09-11 05:27 pm UTC (link)

Morgana squeezed his hand before arranging them so that she was closer to the cars on the sidewalk and he to the buildings. Even with that though, Morgana kept Mordred close to her. "I've missed you, Mordred." She said, looking down at him with a smile. "Although I wouldn't wish you stuck here know that I will take care of you and keep you safe." She had said it on the PDA and she would say it now. "Are you hungry?" She knew a few places that served food that was a bit more similar to what he might be used to, at least in the meat and vegetables varieties. Morgana was glad for that because the last thing she wanted to do was spring fast food on Mordred when he'd just arrived. However, the food had such a list of resturants, that it wouldn't be too hard to find him something edible if he was hungry right at the moment. "Or would you rather rest first?" If that was the case, she would ask Gwen to keep an eye on him as she went in and got some groceries. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

thedruidboy 2010-09-11 05:43 pm UTC (link)

Mordred nodded, the small upwards curve of his lips still in place. Morgana did always look after him. Apart from that time when she was ill and he'd helped take care of her. But that was why they were friends. He trotted obediently along beside her, sharp blue eyes wide as he stared around him, taking care to stay close to Morgana but drinking in the buildings and sights around him. Everything was so big. And loud. She asked if he was hungry, and he frowned a little before thoughtfully nodding. He hadn't eaten since the day before, back at home, before he'd woken up in the Library. So he certainly shouldn't have been tired. Although, with the drama of the last few hours... He felt a yawn attempt to struggle up his throat, but gritted his teeth against it. He didn't want Morgana to make him go to bed - who knew where he'd wake up. "They said you weren't in Camelot," he told her, his voice soft and a little croaky from under-use. He could always tell her silently, but he didn't want to become any more sleepy. "Why are you here?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

future_seer 2010-09-11 05:57 pm UTC (link)

"Then we'll get you something to eat." She watched him carefully. He had done quite the job at hiding that yawn but she could still see that he was tired, she could have guessed as much given the shock of his arrival and the conversation on the PDA. They would walk for a bit and Morgana would see if she could convince him to take a cab. In order for him to rest up a bit. Morgana frowned at his first statement. Who said that she wasn't back in Camelot? Uther had never said that he'd seen her missing - he most certainly would have said something if she had - and Merlin, from what little he had said of his time back home, had made it seem as if no time had passed. He had been returned to the time he had been originally pulled from. That was what most of the people who remembered being here said. If she wasn't in Camelot that would mean that she - Morgana pushed that away for now and focused on his question. "No one exactly knows. As I've said, I've been here for over a year. The time spent here is as if no time has passed whatsoever back home." She explained carefully. "People get sent back all the time with no recollection of ever being here when they return home, only to have it all come back should they ever return. It also pulls people from different points in time. I don't know at all how it works but it would seem that we're all further ahead of you, because the last time I saw you was when I took care of you in the castle." She waited a beat before asking. "How am I doing so far in explaining the situation?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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thedruidboy 2010-09-11 09:53 pm UTC (link)

Mordred listened quietly, hurrying on at her side and holding on tightly to her hand. His cloak whipped along behind him, flaring out occasionally like wings on his slender, bony shoulders. As she explained what was happening to him, Mordred's young brow creased into a few lines, the bow of his mouth pressing together into a thoughtful line. He lived with magic. He knew things weren't always how they seemed. But that wasn't the point. He knew what Emrys would do... had done. He had taken the wrong side. He glanced up at her, his face still pressed into his thoughtful expression, before finally nodding once. His tongue darted out, moistening his dry lips as his hand tightened in the woman's. There were people on the street a little way away, and he pressed himself into her. "Last time I saw you you were at camp, bringing the crystal." he told her, his soft voice suddenly a little tense and accusing. "Alvarr said we'd be seeing you again, but I never did." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

future_seer 2010-09-11 10:15 pm UTC (link)

Morgana pulled him even closer to her side when he tensed, gently tugging her hand from his grasp and wrapping her arm about his shoulder. "I've never met an Alvarr." She said soothingly. She wanted to ask what crystal but there would be time for that later. "You're seeing me now, Mordred, and that is what is important." She pulled him gently into another hug. Morgana paused and turned toward him, looking down at him. "The food is a bit of a distance by foot. I'm going to stop of the cars." She pointed toward them making the way down the road. "They won't hurt you if you hold my hand when we cross the road, the street." She clarified. "They move much faster than horses and we will be to where they serve food before you know it." If there wasn't any traffic, however, they'd get to that later. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

thedruidboy 2010-09-11 10:47 pm UTC (link)

Mordred frowned. He didn't understand this. Any of it. Even Camelot had seemed like a lot to take in when he'd visited with his Father, and this place seemed a lot bigger. And louder and brighter. There weren't even any trees. Mordred had learnt to avoid the cities after what had happened when he went to Camelot, and sheer nerves kept his glued to Morgana like a second shadow. When she pointed out the 'cars', he nodded once, his gaze fixed almost angrily on the rolling metal carts with their roaring and their strange smell. You couldn't even smell the air here. Back home you could always smell the air. He must be very far from home. Mordred craned his neck to look up at Morgana. *Where are we?* he asked her. Although his lips didn't move. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

future_seer 2010-09-11 11:41 pm UTC (link)

Morgana only flinched slightly at the sound of him in her head. As comforting as it was to have him near, as much as she accepted who she was and what she could do, having people talk in her mind was still entirely unusual for her. "We're in the future." Morgana rubbed a comforting hand down his arm. "The year .. It is two thousand and ten." She looked down at him, trying to remind him through her presence alone that she would be there for him. That as strange and frightening as it all was no harm would come to him if she could help it. She stopped them along the sidewalk, took his hand to reassure him that she wasn't going anywhere, and stretched her other to flag down a taxi. A few passed them by before one stoppd. Morgana slid in first, just a bit no the vehicle and gave him a small and encouraging smile. Prepared to help him up. "The world has changed a thousand times over since our own. However, don't worry. I'll show you how to use everthin. I'll help you to adapt." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

thedruidboy 2010-09-11 11:58 pm UTC (link)

The future? Mordred looked around. You could see the future in the crystal, Alvarr had told him so. He had said Mordred might be able to use it, once he learnt a little more. But he'd never been able to, because they had taken it back. He didn't think he would have seen anything like this, though. Everything was made of stone, although it wasn't a rock he recognized, and the buildings were as high as the mountains you could see over the Northern plane. One of the 'cars' stopped, and Morgana pulled the side open to reveal a small room. Mordred stared, but then Morgana was climbing in and he didn't want to be left behind so he scrambled up after her, ending up curled on the seat with his knees pulled into his chest. The door closed behind him, and almost immediately he began to squirm. He didn't like it. There wasn't enough room in here. "Where are we going?" he asked. "Will Gwen be there?" He liked Gwen. She had helped when he was sick. Her and Emrys and Morgana. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

future_seer 2010-09-12 12:09 am UTC (link)

"We're going to buy some food. There are places called restaurants. They're similar to taverns in that they sell food. However, they're much cleaner." And actually suitable for children. For the most part. Morgana reached around him and closed the car-door. She instructed the cab driver where she wanted to go and then sat back. Sat close to Mordred but careful not to crowd the little boy. Giving him the option to come closer should he choose. A smile curved her mouth when he mentioned Gwen. With a small shake of her head, she said, "Gwen went to get you some clothes and other things that you might need. She has her own set of rooms, not too far from mine. I'm sure she'll be by in the morning, after you've had some sleep." Morgana decided against mentioning anything that connected Gwen to Arthur for the moment. She would tell him about the baby and everything else after he was fed and had slept. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

thedruidboy 2010-09-12 12:23 am UTC (link)

"I'm not tired," Mordred insisted, his voice suddenly a little sulky. Then the engine started, and he jumped, hugging his knees closer to him and leaning into the warmth of Morgana. Beneath them, the machine spluttered into life and pulled out into the traffic. It was only a few minutes later that Mordred had pulled away from Morgana and was knelt on the seat, his forehead pressed against the cold glass of the window, his eyes wide as he watched this new world hurtle past. Then he frowned, one finger rubbing at his temple. "Lots of people have magic here," he told her. He could hear them, if he tried, like whispering in the back of his head, scratching. He had just been curious to see if he could find Emrys again. He hadn't expected there to be so many. "I can hear them." Then the car was slowing down, and he twisted to look back at Morgana. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

future_seer 2010-09-12 12:35 am UTC (link)

Morgana gave him a knowing look. "Of course not. Nevertheless, you might come to be later on." She gave him light squeeze when he leaned into her. "It's alright." She murmured softly, reassuringly. Morgana wasn't very surprised when he slipped away fom her. It was very easy to see that he was such a curious boy and this was all very, very new. There was quite a lot to see. She paid more attention to him then to where they weregoing. The small smile that had curved her mouth when he'd scrabbled away quickly turned into a frown of concern was he started to rub his temple. "How-" Morgana started but quickly stopped herself. She didn't know why she was surprised. Mordred was a very intelligent boy and she was starting to learn very powerful as well. "There are." She confirmed. "A lot of them come from the same .. place." Not sure exactly how to explain the fiction thing quite yet or coming from different realities. "Their magic is different then ours. Most of them use wands and a different language to say their spells. Although are still some who don't use wands but have specific abilities." She answered, thinking about Merlin's 'guardian angel' Wyatt. Wyatt had left and so had his sister Prue but Morgana knew that Chris, their brother, was still in the city. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

thedruidboy 2010-09-12 12:50 am UTC (link)

"Maybe the magic changed," Mordred pointed out, turning back to the window. He was quickly coming to realize he would be talking a lot more around this city. His throat was already a little scratchy. "Everything else did." He didn't find it too hard to accept that they were in the future now. If you could see it, why wouldn't you be able to visit it? He had Morgana to take care for him, and apart from certain people, he didn't think there seemed to be too much to be afraid of. Anyway, as far as Mordred was concerned, the more magic around, the better the place. Magic was good. Good people had it. Still kneeling on the seat, he pressed a small hand to the glass, eyes narrowing as he tried to concentrate on both the scenery trundling past and the voices in his head. He'd always been told it was rude to evesdrop, but they wouldn't know he was there. "A man called Albus said he'd be my teacher," he turned back to Morgana, confusion evident for a moment on his young face. "If their magic's different, how will he teach me?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

future_seer 2010-09-12 01:14 am UTC (link)

"That is a thought." Morgana agreed, moving closer to see what he was seeing and giving him a quick hug. "It certainly makes a lot of sense." Such as when warriors went to conquer another land, they stayed and adapted. Their ways changed and grew with them. It would make sense that magic would do the same as well. As anything part of this world. Morgana pulled back, eyes catching on the amount of the trip as they neared the mall. She was pulling out her purse when Mordred mentioned Albus. She had noticed their talking but her attention had been caught up in comforting both Mordred and Arthur. Morgana wasn't at all surprised that Albus had offered to teach Mordred. And she didn't doubt that he knew just who the boy was. She wasn't sure, as Mordred's self-appointed guardian, how she felt about Albus at that age teaching Mordred. Morgana supposed that his teaching him magic wouldn't hurt, since from what she'd read the man had always been very powerful and would be a good teacher. So long as he knew that would be all he would be teaching Mordred. Morgana didn't want him sharing his views of non-magical users with he charge. "Albus is very intelligent from what I've heard. I'm sure that he'll be able to show you a lot of things. At the very least some basics." After all when Severus had been here and younger he had been helping Merlin, and Wyatt had as well. "You could learn a lot from him. I'll speak with him soon and we'll talk the matter out. We'll see what can be done." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

thedruidboy 2010-09-12 01:26 am UTC (link)

"I need a teacher," Mordred told her, firmly. Because he did. He'd always had a teacher, as long as he could remember. It had been his Father once, but he had been taken away by Uther, so Alvarr and others had taken over his lessons. They had seemed to think it was important that he, especially, learnt as much as he could. But he trusted Morgana to make sure it happened. He scrabbled over the seat to peer into her purse, frowning at the coins and notes she used to pay the man who sat in front of them. Then he turned, found the door handle and wrestled with it for a moment before the door finally opened. The little boy slid from his seat before Morgana could stop him, ending up standing on the crowded pavement. There were too many people here, and it was loud and bright and noisy. People pushed past in some great hurry. Mordred backed up, his back hitting the side of the still rumbling car as he stared around him. He didn't like it. He didn't like it... There was a spark, a crack, and a streetlight burned too bright for a moment then exploded in a shower of glass. At his side, Mordred's hand clenched into an angry fist, and he shrunk back against the car. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

future_seer 2010-09-12 01:39 am UTC (link)

Morgana's brow quiked up ever so slightly. "I know you do. And you will have one." She promised. But ... "I want to make sure that he's suitable. That I approve of him as a teacher for you." Morgana was't going to lie to Mordred. She would be as honest as possible with the boy. Despite what Arthur thought, she didn't underestimate his intelligence. Nevertheless, he was just a young boy. She was just receieving her change when Mordred slid out. "Keep it." She said quickly, tone sharper than she meant it to beas she rushed out after him. Luckily he hadn't gone very far. It was only from being used to her own flashes of magic that kept Morgana from gasping out loud or showin any sort of external surprise at all. Morgana knelt down besies him and carefully approached him, holding her arms out to him. "Mordred." Her tone was as soft as could be, as gentle and caring as possible, though there was a note of reprimand. She wasn't angry but he would be able to hear it. Morgana was scrambling to think what to say or do. She didn't have much experiance with children. Taking care of them for very long. She felt a very strong connection to Mordred, care for his well being, one could almost even say ... love. It could be with time. She just knew that she would protect him against the world. That didn't, nevertheless, come wih knowledge on how to be a guardian. A mother-type figure. What did she know of that? Nothing at all. She was in over her head, and while she had realized the responsibilities, that was dawning a bit more on her. Very rapidly. Still. Be that as it may. No one would be able to convince herto give him up. "You can't do that." She said firmly, her eyes searching his letting him see the worry that lingered slightly. "I know .. that this is all too much at once. But you can't run off. How am I supposed to protect you if you run?" She let out a small shaky breath. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

thedruidboy 2010-09-12 01:49 am UTC (link)

He stood there, stuck against the car with his arms locked, fists clenched and shoulders tense, for what seemed like forever before Morgana was beside him. It was too big here, it felt like it was all coming in to crush him. Steal the air before he had a chance to breath it. He wanted to go home. He wanted to get back in the car. It felt safer in the car. After a moment of sulking and glaring down at his own feet, the boy finally lifted his gaze reluctantly to that of the dark haired woman. Her voice told him that he would be in trouble if he did anything else, no matter how much he wanted to push this world away. But her eyes were soft and gentle and worried, and he suddenly felt guilt twist in the hollow of his chest. He didn't want to upset her. Mordred wouldn't let anyone upset Morgana. He peeled himself from the car and moved forward, letting her put her arms around him and resting his head momentarily on her shoulder. She was warm, and he felt almost as safe here as he had done in the car. Although he shut his eyes tight against the crowds of people and the lights. *I'm sorry* he told her, silently. *I won't run* (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

future_seer 2010-09-12 07:34 am UTC (link)

Morgana sighed slightly, a mixture of relief and some other emotion that she couldn't quite place a finger on, when moved into her arms and allowed her to hold him. "I know you are." She said softly, rubbing a gentle hand between his shoulders. "I understand. It's alright. Thank you, Mordred." She pulls back, still having her arms around him. "I understand that you're scared. I will try my best not to push you too much. However, if you ever feel upset. Tell me. Let me know. Never feel afraid to come to me." She gave him a small smile. "Now back into the car. We're going to my rooms." She didn't have much food there but she hopefully Gwen would have bought some. If not, then she could always nip in and steal some from the Pendragon's kitchen. "We'll eat there. It's only myself and my pet where I live." They would work slower on adapting him to Colligo. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

thedruidboy 2010-09-12 09:06 am UTC (link)

Mordred's voice seemed to have left him again, snatched away by the noise and the chaos of the city. But he returned the small smile Morgana offered, doing his best not to look alarmed or stare over her shoulder in case she worried again. He knew he was here, he could understand that. But he didn't know why. Someone must have used magic to move him, but he didn't know who. Didn't know why they hadn't just left him at home... He nodded, glad they were getting back into the car, and pulled away from her embrace, turning instead to wrestle with the handle of the car door until it opened. A second later he had thrown himself into the safety of the metal vehicle and curled up in the corner, his head resting gently against the window as he stared listlessly out. *When can I go home?* he sent across to her, narrowing his eyes towards the people who were hurrying past on the other side of the glass. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

future_seer 2010-09-17 04:35 pm UTC (link)

Morgana shot the cab driver a greatful smile for waiting and supplied the man with a murmured thank you as well as instructing him to take them to the building. Once she did so, she turned her attention back to Mordred. Hesitating for some time before reaching out and passing her fingers as a comforting gesture throgh his hair. She kept the there, calming him as she knew that her answer would upset him further. "I ... I don't know." She shot the cab driver another look. However, he seemed content to focus on his own business. The people in the city might be oblivious and act stupid, that didn't mean that they would react like people tended to when overhearing strange conversations. "I'll explain more when we get to my rooms. I promise." Morgana said. Not at all sure if he could hear her thoughts, hear as she explained that she didn't understand the magic here. That whoever was behind it only sent people home when they felt like it. (Reply to this) (Parent)