Merlin
The sweet smell of rosemary, reminds me of when I was back in the Eldor with mother and Will. Oh will I miss him, he was my best friend. Of course I have Arthur now, but it's just not the same for much reason, one being that I was his servant and he was the king and the other being if he knew my secret he'd kill me.
The wind blew up some of the rosemary that lay on the top of my bag, if filled the air with, I took a deep breath in smelling its purity.
Acthoo
Maybe I should stop smelling it I thought to myself. Suddenly I had a brilliant idea, I raised my hand and ordered the flowers to rearrange themselves, and they pulled themselves together, as if you were making a daisy chain, and created a familiar face. Freya. I will lay it on the water, for her, she'd like that.
I raised my hand again and the face of flowers lifted into the air and flew slowly over to the lake, which they lay on top of gently. Brilliance. I'm sure the Lake smiled as the sun caught it, and in that instance I knew she was watching over me.
Suddenly I heard a rustling of leaves behind me; I turned around to see a figure darting of into the forest. Someone had been watching me and someone was on their way back to Camelot.