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Merlin feels a small hand grasp his. Freya says, it's barely more than a breath, "I haven't had a home in so long…"
He tries to smile to reassure her but has to blink back tears. Until so recently he'd had a home, a mother, and friends, people that he'd known all of his life Merlin squeezes her hand and his rewarded by a shy smile as Freya quickly casts her gaze down.
A striking woman walks up to them and takes Freya off to get warm, fresh clothes. Merlin is intrigued and made uneasy by her. The woman looks young, but there is something which suggests great age. Her eyes are the darkest eyes Merlin has ever seen, dark as mountain tarn, dark as the space between the stars, black eyes. That seems strange in contrast to her intricately braided silvery, blond hair. Her hair is the palest gold Merlin has ever seen. She moves with a preternatural grace, her head tilts on a long, slender neck, her long, elegant hands gesture with artful subtlety. There is a tattoo of swan on one of her arms. She regards Merlin and a tiny frown mars her features a fraction of a second.
She has brushed her mind across Merlin's and felt - power - extraordinary power. Well, one would expect that of the foretold one, Emrys. There is also the merest hint of, what exactly? Potential arrogance, a certainty that magic serves him, that he doesn't serve magic, an affront to the Triple Goddess, the beginnings madness, mad Merlin who will scorn what will not serve his destiny. No, not madness, but something wrong, wrong with Emrys, this bright, hopeful promise of light.
Merlin turns to Estella and asks, "Who is she?"
"She calls herself Camille, like you she came to us. She says she's the sister of a Saxon king. Have you heard of the Saxons, Merlin?"
"Not in my lands. It was no Saxons who raided and destroyed my village. But I've heard they do things like that. She's one of them."
Estella purses her lips. "No one's really sure exactly about Camille. She says she was fathered by a Saxon king and a slave woman. So, she's no Saxon princess. She has great knowledge of certain things, like the movements of the stars, and plants, many things of the world around us; although she, herself, always seems to be aloof from the world, or at least, the everyday world."
Morgana's light pretty voice interrupts her cousin, "Enough prattle about Camille. She is who is she is. She has been with us for several years, and is one of us. Enough, of this, Merlin looks famished and there is much good food and entertainment to be had."
Freya returns to Merlin and the two sorceresses. The young man's thoughts are focused entirely on the pretty, young Druid girl. Estella whispers in Morgana's ear, "The young magus is overcome by a very ancient, and quite everyday, yet very powerful magic."
Morgana smiles and excuses herself. She goes to find Camille.
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