Aurora watched in rising frustration as the one Belle called 'Lancelot' and that Warrior referred to as 'The Captain' embraced the woman that had kneed her in the stomach not ten minutes before. They chatted animatedly as they moved, the blond trailing behind, to the large table situated under a canopy that held more food than Aurora had seen since before she touched the spinning wheel (Belle had looked so saddened at the mention of the wheel, to the surprise of Aurora, Mulan and Phillip, though she had tried to hide it). There were grapes and figs and chimera and actual fresh breads... oh Gods, she was so hungry!

She was brought forth from her lamentations by a soft hand on her shoulder. "Why is he embracing them? They are responsible for Phillip's death." Barely looking at the soldier and Aurora could see her roll her eyes and purse her lips "You are new here Aurora" (she spat out her name) "Phillip trusted Lancelot; so must we." The Princess frowned and pursed her lips in return "I want justice." The Warrior was clearly continuing to argue her point, but Aurora's focus was concentrated on the way the brunette lightly touched the 'Captain's' arm, laughter in her eyes. She was only distracted when the Warrior moved in front of her and spoke down to her, as one would a petulant child.

"Do you understand me?" The look in her eyes was meant to be intimidating, but was only condescending. Aurora clenched her jaw and forced out a solitary word, a short response. "Yes." The Warrior, satisfied, walked away and Aurora tilted her chin in defiance. From within the extensive folds of the shawl that was draped across her arms and over her shoulders she brought forth a dagger, cold and glinting in the sun.

She would have her justice.

Emma was just sat here beside her emmother/em and her mother's old friend Lancelot of the freaking round table. And everything was all fine and dandy, all laughs and smiles, like this was normal and not so bloody messed up she couldn't even think straight. Regina's 'more-evil-than-you-could-ever-imagine' mother was here and in some deep pit thing being all dastardly and stuff, and now she was eating some goat-lion mythical creature thing she was sure she'd learned about in history or something. And ogres were around too, which weren't the same as giants. And Mary Margaret was all 'I have to get back to my Prince Charming' and Sir Lancelot was all 'Let me aid you on your quest fairest Queen' and then all of a sudden 'Hua Mulan' was beside her all dressed up in armor and totally looking like a Disney princess, minus one midget talking dragon. But there was no way she was having any of that. "We can defend ourselves." Just as another voice said:

"Deal."

And then just like that, timid little Mary Margaret Blanchard totally undermined her plans to have some peace and quiet on this pointless little trek through the woods in fairy tale land where they avoided Shrek at every turn. "Thank you Lancelot, for always looking out for me." Dammit. That warrior lady did not like her.

Somehow, the Gods only knew how, she had been roped into a quest with these strangely dressed Prince-slayers, and now she had been sworn to defend them. She presented them with a chest of weapons and warned them to choose wisely; they would have to remain vigilant if they wished to survive. But the snow woman had rolled her eyes as Mulan informed her friend of the horrors of the ogres, and she clenched her jaw. These terrors were not things to be mocked. Mulan had fought them and watched some of those closest to her die at their... 'hands'. Belle had witnessed the atrocities they committed, and though she remained impassive and non-specific, Mulan knew she would be plagued by nightmares for the rest of her life. Even the prissy little Princess had mentioned ogres, when prompted by Phillip, and had briefly discussed the times when it was feared they would encroach upon her father's lands.

And she had the nerve to roll her eyes.

But she had given the little magic stick-thing back, had warned Belle to keep an eye on the Princess as Lancelot bade his friends farewell, and had led them with her head held high, even though she knew not where they were going.

They walked together out of the camp, Snow and her daughter, but the Once-Queen could see someone out of the corner of her eye. It was that soft-spoken girl that had traveled with Mulan(?) and Bella. She was glaring openly at them, a view of her hands blocked by her sweeping skirts. But then she didn't have time to focus on that, as they followed the soldier from the camp, and she told her little Emma that they were going home.

They were gone and Aurora was alone again, now with only that funny girl named Belle (she really was an odd one) for company. But at least she enjoyed discussing the books Aurora had read, so she wasn't that bad. But now Aurora was leaving to get her vengeance, so none of that mattered anymore.

Nothing did.