Morgana was sitting on the banks of the Lake, plucking out the blades of grass beneath her hands, absentmindedly as she sat there. She remembered how her father had used to make up stories about the natural world, telling her that the blades of grass were actually good bits of vegetables that the angels spat out in distaste
She had then risen in disgust, and he had laughed, telling her it was only a story.
Oh, if only he could see her now…
She skipped the rock across the lake surface, wondering if the pain would ever go away
"Thinking of him again?"
Morgana was startled and she jumped, only to smile in surprise as she saw him.
"Mordred! You scared me!"
He smiled sweetly and sat down, and they both turned to the water in front of them.
"I know it's hard, you know. I lost my mother when I was young."
Morgana turned to him, surprised. He had never said anything of this before. Just when she was about to apologize, he smiled, stopping her.
"It's all right, "he said kindly, "I never knew her very well... Not like you knew your father."
She didn't know what it was, but his sudden discounting of his own feelings in order to take care of her own, warmed her heart so, that she leaned toward him, empathy, love and pity, moving her body forward. She felt his hand on her face as they kissed. A beautiful and clarifying moment for her. He would be there for her, always. And she would be there for him. As their lips parted, she smiled.
"What was your mother's name?" She said softly, squeezing his hand.
He returned the pressure , helping her up, while pulling her towards him again.
His lips met hers for a second time, and she pulled away, smiling.
He answered ,"Her name was Morgause."