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Who: Lancelot and Mithian
What: A knight and a princess talk about things.
When: Day 200
Where: The market.
Rating: VANILLA.

[ Mithian honestly does not understand the way some people act here. She is used courting, shy exchanges, walks and banquets, sometimes a feast or a ball of sorts. But here there is 'bars' and 'going for drinks', courting rituals she does not quite grasp. And her bewilderment is only magnified when she interacts with men who are interested in her. While most of them are mostly polite, there has been a time or two where they are quite crude.

And today, she runs into one of them. He is forward and bold, but when he deems it proper to try and press a kiss to her cheek having just met her in the market, he takes it a step too far. She pushes him away and starts down the street with with a growing frustration. So much so that she does not look where she's going and runs straight into a knight of Camelot, someone who is truly chivalrous.]

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She would banish all of our friendship. [ and it breaks her heart to see the future to come to pass.]

She will not. There must be a way to make her see sense again.

[His voice is certain, filled with conviction; he will not give up on her. She means too much to everyone he loves, to him. They will never be truly whole again so long as she is against them.]

I refuse to let her. [ She nods a little. She will not let Morgana slip into her hatred, to let herself make the future happen.]

I wish I knew what had happened -

[He feels so helpless, so useless, trying to convince someone when he knows nothing of their situation but guesswork seems nearly impossible. Yet again he finds himself resenting the Gods for the time from whence they chose to take him.]

An evil magic. [ She murmurs softly, privately wishing that not all magic was evil, that not all of it was used for good.]

Magic can be no more evil than a sword. [He shakes his head] It is a tool. Its intent lies in the heart of its wielder. Her heart was poisoned, and it remains to us to find the cure.

I am well aware. [ She'd heard the stories. ] Perhaps by the fear of her magic, of the consequences of having it would bring.

I can only imagine what living with such a secret in King Uther's court could be like.

[The hand away from hers clenches into a tight fist beside his body. Merlin's lived there without turning bitter, but Merlin has not lived there as long, nor was he of the royal family. Merlin's family knew and accepted him - his mother, Gaius, himself.]

Loneliness can create great horrors. But loneliness can be cured.

Uther was unforgiving. [ And she can imagine he was unforgiving in finding out that his ward... his daughter was of magic. ]

She cannot be lonely here.

She is forcing loneliness upon herself.

[He shakes his head, he has no idea how to break through the walls surrounding her heart and it hurts so badly. She was the first to break through his insecurities. He wants to return the favor so desperately.]

She is pushing and we must not give.

No, we shall never give up on her.

[Oh look, the coffee shop at last. He opens the door for her and waits for her to enter, as appropriate for a gentleman to do.]

[ She moves to give his arm a squeeze before nodding and going through the door. ] If we all work together, perhaps we can convince her that she is loved.

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Something must get through to her.

[He pulls out a chair for her, and waits for her to take a seat while the waitress leaves menus on their table.]

Do you have any sort of ideas? [ There's a hopeful sort of look as she takes a seat and thanks him softly for pulling out her chair. ]

[He takes the seat in front of her before sighing heavily and shaking his head]

She will not listen to reason, that much I know. At least not from me. All she sees when she looks upon me is a red cloak of Camelot.

[ She sighs as well, leaning back against her chair as she looks contemplative. ] And I suppose all she sees when she looks upon me is the would-be-wife of Arthur Pendragon.

[Focusing on Morgana is painful enough, he does not need his mind to wonder towards Guinevere as well.]

We must find some way to remind her that goodness still exists in this world.

Through our friendship, I can only hope.

We can do much more than that, I'm sure of it.

Do you have any ideas?

[He shakes his head]

But we will find them.

[ She nods, solemnly, looking down at the menu.] I'm afraid I'm at a loss as to what to order.

The waitress should be able to help with that.

[He waves her over]

[ The waitress comes over and Mithian speaks kindly to her, discussing the various sorts of drinks they have, finally settling on a soft white tea flavored with lavender.]