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Estella narrows her eyes as a young girl with wildly flying brown hair and terrified chocolate orbs darts out from among the shadows of the trees. She will not lower her guard; not just yet.

Estella steps closer towards the girl, radiating cold power and suspicion. The girl flinches as she feels the waves of power Estella is giving off, and the raven haired woman smiles; the girl is a Druid.

Morgana, taking pity on the scared girl perhaps a year or two younger than herself, asks her kindly, "Who are you and what are you doing here? Is there someone after you?" The girl turns gratefully towards the kinder of the two women, eyes flicking curiously towards a blushing Merlin who realizes just how pretty the newcomer is. She bows slightly, aware that Morgana and Estella are powerful sorceresses, and deserve the respect they are due.

"Forgive me my Ladies. My name is Freya and I come here seeking refuge." Here, Freya draws a shaken breath as she stares back from where she came with a terrified gleam in her eyes. "Please, I beg of you. I am running from the Knights of Camelot for a crime I did not commit. Please, you must not let them find me!"

Estella is unwilling to lay down her dagger; she fears that this Freya might not be who she claims to be. But Morgana distresses to see her so frightened and sheaths her own dagger as she extends her hand out for Freya to take. "Of course. You will be safe here Freya. Let me take you to meet our leaders and I shall see to it that you will have clean clothes and a warm meal."

Freya takes her hand with a tired smile, "Thank you my Lady. What is your name?" Morgana throws her a carefree smile even as she leads Freya deeper within the camps. "I am Morgana, and she is my cousin Estella." She gestures to the dark haired man, beckoning for him and her cousin to join them once more. "Merlin is new here as well, perhaps the both of you will get along well."

Merlin waves shyly at Freya and Estella chuckles as she pushes Merlin forward gently, leaning in to whisper into his ears that are now burning bright red, "There will be time for flirting later Merlin. But she is such an attractive girl; I would advise you to make your move soon." Winking, she glides elegantly forward to where Morgana is telling Freya of their camp.

Soon, the quartet reaches the clearing where nearly everyone is already gathered for the meal. Morgana grins with pride as she sees her people laugh with joy and pluck at their musical instruments lazily as they await the convening of the entire camp. She smiles once more to Freya and Merlin, and with a grand sweep of her hand, she announces grandly, as though declaring the arrival of some esteemed guest. "Welcome, to the Druid camp. Welcome home."


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