WHO: Merlin and Elizabeth Bennet WHAT: Matchup, two people riding horses meet up. WHEN: Recently WARNINGS: Talk of zombies and npc death STATUS: Closed and Complete
Merlin enjoyed riding. Sometimes, mind you, he just ran, himself, changing into a form that could run and did so. But sometimes, he just liked to let a majectic creaure carry him along. And this one was that. One of the stronger of the horses stabled in Madison, Troubadour was strrong enough to carry him along and do so at a great pace, and smart enough to do so without incident if Merlin wanted to think on things. As he did today.
The recent rendering of him into another being had shocked him, and made him feel a little uncertain. The other Merlin was not him. Not close, even. They had different parents, different personalities, and their only tie was serving Camelot. Merlin's path had started long before that shining city, but the younger version had begun only with it. And his fear and worry had shaken Merlin, made him feel... unsteady.
And so today he was out riding, letting his mind wander, as the horse took them on a tour of the riding area. When he spotted a woman riding nearby, a person from the network, he resolved himself and smiled, waving. "Greeting and well-met."