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Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon

It had taken a few moments to figure out the DVD player, but Merlin did as he was told and just pushed buttons until it worked. It was a surprisingly good method.

He sat back, ready to watch this porno thing that Emmett had said would be interesting.

And in the first five minutes, he couldn't quite understand the draw of this sort of entertainment. It was only like Morgana and Gwen in the fact that they looked vaguely similar. The way they talked and the room they were in certainly didn't look like any castle he'd ever seen. And, really, those dresses were just terribly impractical for a lady or a servant. They must be terribly cold--

Merlin's eyes went very big as the dress issue was solved and they ladies started kissing. The only sound he made was the verbal equivalent of a keysmash.

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"Is on tonight!" Firekeeper reminded him excitedly. She was so, so addicted to that damn show. That's what happens when one loves stories but can't actually read.

Merlin laughed, nodding. "Are you well?"

"Am," she confirmed. "Am wishing for the turning of the season, but wishing cannot make it so, so I wait," she shrugged.

"Just a few more months," Merlin replied with a grin. "You could take up knitting in the mean time."

Firekeeper snorted. "Earle Kestrel try to teach me such," she admitted. "It did not go so well." Huge understatement, that.

"How badly?"

"The sheep who gave its wool probably die of shame if it learn what I do with it," Firekeeper said gravely.

"That poor, poor sheep." He wasn't going to laugh. He wasn't going to laugh."

"Truly," Firekeeper agreed. "My skills is not in being a 'lady'."

"Not all ladies' talents run that way," Merlin said. Though Morgana my not be the best judge.

"I think maybe I make you tell this to Earl Kestrel and his mother," Firekeeper decided.

"For all the good my opinion would do," Merlin replied with a snort of laughter.

"You is a Merlin," Firekeeper pointed out. "They would listen."

Merlin looked a bit uncomfortable at the mention of someone else knowing that name. "Why would they do that?"

"The Great Houses is having bird-of-prey names, as symbol. Like Kestrel," she pointed to herself. "And Merlin," she pointed back at him.

"Great house?" Merlin shook his head quickly. "Oh, no, no. Merlin is my name, not... my name."

"...What?"

"I don't have a title or anything of that sort," Merlin tried again. "I'm a servant, not nobility."

"Oh," Firekeeper frowned, thinking this over. "You not have to tell them that?" she tried.

You don't think they would realize?"

"You could claim to be Merlin from distant land?" she offered. "Is not a lie."

"...that's true."

"Then is settled," Firekeeper said with sharp nod and a bright smile. "Should you ever travel to Hawk Haven, you tell Earl Kestrel these things."

"Have you met anyone from that house before?" Merlin asked, now far too interested in it.

"Have, yes," Firekeeper nodded. "Kenre Trueheart was one of the first friends I make in Hawk Haven. He is the one who tell me, his father is a Merlin! And I say, your father cannot be a bird. And then he explain symbols."

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