FDR Campfire, Saturday Morning

[bitchprince]

Arthur's dreams last night had been full of strange images of old, powerful wolves and golden lion cubs that he chose not to consider further. It was Morgana who got the nightmares, not him; he'd always slept fitfully and where needed.

Still, they had instilled a sudden restlessness in him, and rather than turn to the salle as he generally would, Arthur's travels brought him no further than the campfire that morning. He had no meat left of his last hunt, nor any furry fish to roast, so instead he sat down by the edge of the pit.

He did have some dried meat, and a few more dates he'd nicked off Leto earlier (well, not nicked. Commandeered. Requested, maybe, with implicit permission). They'd do for breakfast until Merlin showed up to get him enough for a proper one.

[[ open like a campfire! ]]

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[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

It was unwise. It was unnecessary. It was... like a lifeline, and Fiona promptly headed to the fire. When she saw who was sitting there, she almost left but she decided to sit anyway.

If he ignored her, she'd just enjoy the fire. If he was polite, it might be helpful. If they started arguing, well, at least she'd get it out of her system before meeting with the principal.

She considered tucking the silver rose and the sapphire away until she was going to leave, but decided against it. Whatever was her motto of the day, apparently. Let the dice fall as they may.

[bitchprince]

Oh, it was her again. "Morning," Arthur called, out of sheer bloody politeness. He promptly took care of any urge to say more by chewing down on a date.

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"Morning," she replied, no longer quite so cheerful. Her hand clenched around the jewel at the end of her necklace for a moment til she made herself let go of it.

[bitchprince]

At least that was slightly less disturbing than the other day. That put Arthur more at ease. Less puzzling, less of a tax on his mind, the whole nine yards of it. He was not going to say anything else. He was just going to sit here and go about his business. He was...

Noticing all the clenching.

It was a sheer feat of breeding (and masculine instincts, probably) that caused him to say, "You all right?" despite every intention to the contrary.

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She shrugged eloquently. It was a quick, tight movement. No, she wasn't but she was trying to pretend she was.

"I have a meeting with the principal."

[bitchprince]

Which was fine with Arthur. Dealing with emotional women wasn't... really his strong suit.

"The Lady Zoe is fair," he contributed, "Whatever it is, I'm sure you'll be fine."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin was very cheerful this morning. So much so, in fact, it ought to be illegal.

"Good morning, Arthur!" Oh look, he had cookies to give him for breakfast.

[bitchprince]

"Merlin," Arthur greeted him. Not particularly kindly. "What took you so long? Were the posters really necessary?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Well... how else were we supposed to inform people of it?" Merlin asked very slowly.

[bitchprince]

"Well, putting them up where Morgana could see them was hardly the smartest idea you've ever had," said Arthur, who never particularly bothered to consider it when his points were kind of pointless. He did have points!

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Oh." That took the cheer down quite a bit. "I had forgotten about that."

[bitchprince]

"No, really, Merlin," Arthur said, glad his point had gotten across, and bitchfaced at him. "Did you." He eyed the pit. "I had to tell her."

[glacial_queen]

Karla was out walking. She'd woken up in an...interesting kind of mood, and had decided a long walk and communion with the land would soothe her. On her way back, she spotted Merlin by one of the fire pits. Determined to be social, she headed over to speak to him. Besides, she had a few ideas about the Reserves to offer.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Hello, Karla!" Merlin said, waving at her.

[glacial_queen]

"Merlin," she greeted with a small nod of her head. It wasn't a friendly greeting, but it was rfespecful. She hadn't forgotten their conversation from the day before. "I had an idea or two for the Reserves, if you wished to hear them."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Oh?" Merlin tilted his head, making room for her to sit by the fire next to him.

[solo_sword]

Jaina was on the way back from a run, which had gone much longer than she'd originally planned on. She didn't go back to her cabin right away, either, wandering around for a bit just because she could.

And when she saw who was at the campfire, she decided she could hold off on going back to the cabin for at least a little while. "Morning," she greeted.

[bitchprince]

Arthur glanced up, partway in surprise. He was, however, pleased to see her, so she got a slight smile. "Morning, S-- Jaina," he returned. "Early exercise?"

[solo_sword]

Nice catch. "Couldn't sleep, thought I was better off doing something productive," she said, taking a seat. "You just hanging out this morning?"

[bitchprince]

"I thought I'd take some time for breakfast," he returned, "I've been productive enough, lately."

Sure, Arthur. You were totally bored doing nothing.

[solo_sword]

"Somehow I didn't think I'd be hearing that sort of statement out of you," she admitted.

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

Jaina got a wave, mostly because it had come to feel normal. Easy. Maybe her plan to just throw herself at this place and get over things before her nerves came chasing after had been a good one.

"Morning."

[solo_sword]

"Hey, Fiona," she greeted her. "How's it going?"

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"Really glad I didn't have breakfast."

Not that she could have. She gave Jaina a smile, though, and tucked her hair back. She was dressed a little more properly than a Saturday might require, with a silver rose tucked behind her ear and a rather large jeweled necklace.

"You?"

[solo_sword]

"Long week," she said simply. "What are you all dressed up for?" And then she had to hope this wasn't like normal Saturday dress in her culture and she hadn't just delivered an accidental insult. It was always a risk at the beginning of a new semester.