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nexus_sages2017-04-25 08:57 pm
noble_at_heart) wrote in nexus_sages2017-04-25 08:57 pm
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Gwaine has settled himself on a bench to watch the swirling crowds, his amazement and joy evident by the steadily growing grin. He might have got lost in the castle's maze of corridors more than once when he first arrived but he's absolutely certain that this is not Camelot. Uther's health may be failing and Arthur not quite the uptight, pompous, hide bound little braggart of a Princeling he first thought him (he'll grudgingly admit that now) but even he would struggle to accept the multitude of strange beings and obviously magical artifacts crowding as far as the eye can see.
He tilts his face back towards the sun with contented sigh before picking up the bright paper he discarded beside him earlier and reluctantly continuing to read. It's not that he can't exactly, goading by family members determined that their poor relations bring as little shame as possible and later Merlin's patient if faintly teasing guidance mean that he's adequately literate, thankyouverymuch, it's just that there were a lot of very long and confusing words.
Eventually he reaches the end where the warning at the bottom of the page causes him some rather profound worry.
"What's a man to do to get a drink around here, then?"
He tilts his face back towards the sun with contented sigh before picking up the bright paper he discarded beside him earlier and reluctantly continuing to read. It's not that he can't exactly, goading by family members determined that their poor relations bring as little shame as possible and later Merlin's patient if faintly teasing guidance mean that he's adequately literate, thankyouverymuch, it's just that there were a lot of very long and confusing words.
Eventually he reaches the end where the warning at the bottom of the page causes him some rather profound worry.
"What's a man to do to get a drink around here, then?"
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"I'm Hermione Jean Granger. And you?" If she is going to have his company, she should learn his name.
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"Sir Gwaine," he wouldn't ordinarily use his new and still uncomfortable title but if this woman needs protecting from anyone it doesn't hurt to have a little authority to wield. "Are you sure it's safe for you to be using" here follows a series of expressive yet awkward grimaces and gestures towards where the book disappeared to "magic so openly?"
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"It is safe to use it openly here." She nods at their general location, referring to the Nexus in general. "It is second nature for me. In my home, there are many others who learn and practice magic. I used to attend a school where that was our focus. And when I am here, I follow the rules... no magic that would harm others."
She pats his hand gently. "But if it makes you uncomfortable, I won't use it."
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"Not uncomfortable, there are some I know who distrust those with magic on principle but that's never been me. And as no one else from Camelot seems to have taken the wrong turning I obviously did to end up here, I don't expect we'll be surrounded by guards any time soon."
He grins, "Unless you've plans to use an ancient Druid cup to create an army of immortal warriors to steal a throne for yourself?" He's mostly joking but memories of the battle against Morgana's legions still occasionally find him waking with a violently pounding heart.
"Now, where's that tavern you spoke of, a lady who attended a school for magic surely has some tales to be shared over a tankard of ale. Or six."
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"Oh, I will share my tales... if you share yours."
Hermione soon leads him to the pub in question. It is a nice, quiet place right now.