And it would seem as though Morgana's dream had been of the foretelling variety. Not that it had done any good. She couldn't find anything of use in it. Nothing that would tell them how to prepare, how to fight back to keep the death and destruction at a minimum. Had Jo not posted about Chuck having visions, or at least a warning, would she have figured out that her dream was indeed foretelling of things to come? Or would she have pushed it aside as another nightmare. Chuck had ways to tell, it seemed even Merlin had ways. Morgana? It all blended into one another. The only reason she had even bothered to ask was because of what they were up against. After years of her dreams being ignored even when the foretold the future, it was natural not to speak up. Lancelot had been different. But, well, he was Lancelot.
Having grown anxious and needing to move, Morgana had slipped out of the complex for air. She knew that they all needed to be prepared and she was thankful that she had already gone to camp. Between Lancelot having filled her in on everything he had learned and then putting it to use there herself, she at least felt able to defend herself and others if necessary.
Because it was the closest she could get to nature in the city, Morgana had decided to head to the park. And that was when she saw him. Arthur. He held himself differently, not by much, but she could see it. They had grown up together. Had been there for one another as much as Uther would let them be, before Gwen had become her companion, her confidant. But she still had missed the arrogant prince. Had needed him when she had first shown up until she had latched onto Lancelot like a life line. And knowing what she knew of her future? She was worried, but she would never show that. She would never let Arthur see how much he could hurt her.
So she watched for a moment, to try and figure out just when he was from. There were plenty of times in her own memory to explain his stance... but he did manage not to pull his sword on instinct.
"Impressive, thinking before acting."
Her voice was light, teasing. It was easy to slip back into the familiar routine and perhaps it was just what she needed. Morgana hadn't slept since she had awoke in the middle of the night from her dream, from the images and empty feeling it had left. The weather was cooling down, and was beginning to feel more similar to that of Camelot. Had she known what his last interaction with her had been before showing up here, perhaps she would have responded differently, but Morgana so much needed the boy she had grown up with that she just responded as she normally would have were they back home.