InsaneJournal

Mordred sat curled at the end of the sofa, legs crossed, a graze on one knee from where he'd been out in the park. He was flicking through one of the books Morgana had collected for him, but there was nothing there that managed to keep his interest for more than a few moments. With a sigh, he pushed it shut and let it fall onto the seat beside him... Although his hand never touched it. Mordred frowned silently, propping his chin up in one small hand, his startling eyes falling onto his babysitter.

*When's Morgana back?* he asked, not bothering to use his voice. Morgana didn't like it when he spoke to her this way, straight into her head, although he knew she tried to hide it. But Morgause didn't seem to mind. Mordred expected she'd had more time to get used to it, like his teachers back home.

The young boy slipped from his seat, curling his toes up in his socks before padding over the carpet to join her, tugging irritably at his collar as he went. He missed his old clothes, and his old home. The trees and the magic and the camp all seemed so far away here, where everything was so busy and bright. He didn't think he'd ever get used to sleeping under a ceiling rather than canvas, to having food cooked on a machine rather than a fire. To having Emrys and his friends so close.