A New Day, and New Mishaps (Open)

[†Kazira Astras†]

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Moros let out a happy bark before he rolled kazira over and then used his teeth to pick up the back of her shirt to throw her up and onto his back. It took a few tries but he managed to get her situatied on his back comfortably before looking at Arthur. Why he had wrapped her belt around himslef made him wary. with Her in this state They were both vulnerable.


But he decided to take everything one step at a time and hopefully the Prince wouldnt do anything rash. Kazira groaned but settled down. Moros looked up at arthur with his golden eyes and gave him the Well-where-are-we-going look. He didnt trust him entirely but with the current situation he had no choice to. It seemed that the storm was getting much work since it was raining harder. It would do all of them some good to get out of it before they were struck by lightning or something. Moros gave Arthur and expectant look and moved his head in the direction of the castle. Since it seemed to be the closest thing to them in his point of view.

(Sorry they're kind of short...its kinda hard to come up with stuff for a dog to do lol. Oh by the way if your wondering Moros is the size of a Great dane looks like a husky but the color of a black wolf... (I havent drawn him yet^^; just thought I would tell you if your like 'dude wth? how did is that canine?' )

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur watched the animal pick up Kazira and put her on its back. Well, that was . . . helpful. Arthur did not have to carry her and could now focus on where they were going to go. Had that dog just looked at the castle? No. No no no. He could not take her to the castle, not with the way she spoke. Besides, he couldn't exactly just bring random nomads right inside the castle. Especially ones that he didn't trust . . . and she was definitely one of them. He could not put the entire castle at risk. For all he knew, this could be an evil ploy of hers, just to be taken in the castle and attack it. While that may sound paranoid, Arthur was not going to underestimate anyone, man or woman.

Arthur began to walk to one of the motels. He did not want to stroll in the front door with an unconscious woman on a dog's back, so he looked at the dog for a moment. "Stay," he told him, before walking inside. He spoke with the manager of it and thank god he was cooperative. Of course, Arthur knew it had a little something to do with the fact that he was part of the royal family of the kingdom, but still. He took out a small bag of coins and gave it to the very grateful man. Arthur then went back outside and motioned for the dog to follow him. They were going through the back entrance. He had paid the man extra for his discretion, and so when they walked in, no one paid any attention to them. It was very crowded as well, so Arthur was relieved that people were too busy to notice their presence.

He began to walk up the short stairs, following the manger who Arthur told to prepare and bring up some food. When he left, Arthur closed the door behind and look at Kazira, who was still flopped over her dog's back. Arthur went and picked up her, gently placing her on the bed. Now what? Arthur was a Prince; not a servant! He should not be tending to a peasant. Still, he could not just leave. Perhaps he would wait until she woke up. He still did not take off her belt, the heaviness of her weapons in addition to his not bothering him at all. He was used to wearing heavier. He would wait for the man to bring up the food he had ordered. He took a seat on a chair on the side, hoping that the woman would wake up . . . and soon!


[[WOO!! PAGE 3! Hahaha no worries , hopefully its not too hard to reply to my posts or anything. Sorry I kind of moved them around in this one. Hahhaa awesome! You should make a separate sketch just for him ]]

[†Kazira Astras†]

Moros was confused to say the least...Wasnt he talking about a physician earlier? This Human was odd; Odder than Kazira. Moros stayed outside until Arthur came back and lead them to the back entrance. Moros could feel Kazira shift on his back and grew worried. She never woke up this early after being drained.

He followed a bit Awkwardly up the stair trying not to Jostle his friend to much and follwed the other man and Arthur into a room. With a little apprehension Moros watched as Arthur picked up Kazira and placed her on the bed. Moros moved and layed down by the bed in between the Prince and Kazira. It was a natural protective thing that he did whenever Kazira was asleep. He couldnt help but keep Keen eyes trained on the Prince.

Several moments passed by and Kazira began talking in her sleep. most of it was mumbled and hard to understand but one word seemed to always come clear: Brother. She began to truly come awake. She was disoriented and didnt know where she was gasping she reached for her belt but found it gone. Kazira sat up and looked around, She looked over and saw Arthur and slowly calmed down her racing heart. She looked down at Moros in question. He nodded; it seemed that she had exhausted herself...again.

Where are we? And what happened? Kazira asked Arthur lookinga little lost and confused. The last thing she remembered was sneezing, apologizing, and then nothing. She absolutely hated when she had an overly emotional exhausting power drain. It left her vulnerable. Another question popped into her head: What are you doing with my weapons?" She asked this with a curious tilt of the head her still wet hair clinging to her skin. (No your posts are easy to reply to...its just there really isnt much a dog can do haha)

[Arthur Pendragon]

She was finally awake. Thank god. Arthur didn't know what else to do with her. He looked at her carefully, seeing her first instinct to go for her weapons belt. He was suddenly very glad with his decision to keep it on him. She was disoriented indeed, which was only to be expected. "You're in Camelot, in a motel room." Well that sounded just a tad bit sketchy. "Do you remember anything about what happened?" He asked her, completely ignoring her question as to why he had her weapons belt. He wasn't going to answer that right now. He expected her to answer his question first.

Just then, there was a knock at the door and he went to answer it, to see the manager holding a plate of food, and a bowl of something else. Arthur gave a nod that spoke thank you, and closed the door, holding both the bowl and plate. The plate he set on the small table near the bed. And the bowl . . . he put on the floor near it. "You should eat something," he told her, wondering if that was why she suddenly fainted. "And him too," he added referring to Moros and motioning to the bowl on the floor. Even the Prince remembered that a dog had to eat. He had a couple canine companions of his own so he knew of such importance.

[†Kazira Astras†]

Kazira frowned a little before sighing. He had avoided her question but for right now that was alright. She told him all that she remembered before passing out. I remember arguing with you then it started to rain, more arguing, and then I began to feel dizzy and I apologized to you and then after that I don't remember anything...Though that's probably because I passed out on you. Which I'm sorry for too, by the way. She gave him a sheepish smile before turning on the bed to face him and sitting cross legged.

Kazira had heard the knock and watched Arthur get up to answer it but with the door in the way she couldn't see who it was. She watched him close the door and walk over with a bowl and plate of food. He placed the plate down next to the bed and the bowl on the floor, which Moros immediately started to devour. She felt that this was a bit odd but nodded her head and began to slowly eat. You couldn't be to careful someone could add a poison to your food and you wouldn't notice, so she took small bites. After a few more bites she decided that it was fine before she began to take bigger bites and soon the all of the food was gone.
She couldn't help but blink she didn't think that she was that hungry. She leaned over the bed and grabbed Moros' empty bowl and placed it on her plate.
Why are you being so nice? She asked curiously. She thought that he hated her or at least extremely disliked her. Why would you help someone that you don't even like?

[Arthur Pendragon]

At least she was apologizing now . . . better late than never. He would not forget that. While the Prince held grudged at time, he was forgiving enough to let things go. He did not have to particularly like her though, but he did not dislike her as he had moments before she fainted . . . or apologized about everything rather. He sat down back on the chair as they ate, not wanting to eat this kind of food. Not hungry enough to do so; he hadn't reached that peak of desperation yet. "So you pretty much remember everything, thats good." At least he wouldn't get into another argument with her . . . for now.

He didn't know how to answer her next question either. He figured he had better say something though . . . maybe. "I could ask you the same thing," he said, once she asked why he was being so nice. Why was she suddenly being so nice to him? He however wanted to give honor to the Pendragon name, as he would always strive to do. "Why shouldn't I be. I am the Prince of Camelot. The people deserve to be cared for as their well being is our responsibility." Well that sounded like a rather formal response. Arthur did not want to get too personal; he did not want to delve deep into his emotional side and express all his insecurities about being a future leader. He seldom did that, with anyone. Maybe only Gwen and Merlin . . . and Morgana.

[†Kazira Astras†]

Kazira sighed. She knew he was going to ask that. and honestly what could she say? 'sorry i was exhausted from traveling and having not eaten in days can make one do things that arent completely the norm...although arguing my point is in the norm' Yeah that would go over really well.
Honestly, I wasnt acting like myself earlier. I was tired from traveling and not eating well. It kind of affected how i interacted with everyone earlier...though the whole being bold thing is sort of a normal thing with me. I usually have more tact then that."

His answer still shocked her even though she knew that it shouldnt with him. But she wasnt used to any part of a royal fammily actually caring for their people. It was just odd to her. most didnt care about there people and only about their greed. why do you care though? why are you so different that you care what happens to your people? her eyes widened she hadnt actually meant for that to come out of her mouth.

moros sighed. There she goes again opening her mouth before thinking. He had to agree with her questions though. He was quite different from the others, somewhat similar by the way he didnt want people to know that he had helped kazira but different enough that if given the chance someone could actually like him. Moros yawned though and laid his head down he was quite tired from traveling and then worrying about his friend. So he decided to take a quick nap. Hopefully Kazira wouldnt do anything to rash and stupid while he was asleep.

Kazira smiled at Moros but didnt disturb him he's had a long day and didnt need her problems depriving him of any other relaxation. Looking back at Arthur she asked a question. May I please have my belt back? she said this in a calm voice not wanting to start anything she just felt naked without her belt and weapons with her. Even though she had her two daggers in her boot didnt matter the was the one thing that made her feel truly safe. It was a belt from her 'caretaker' the old knight. It was a gift for when she would start traveling again. He had it made for her so that she could keep her weapons in easy access (for her) should something attack and she needed to grab her weapon.

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur wasn't sure whether to believe her when she said that she had not been herself. Yes, it was possible. But it was also possible that she was lying. Besides, he had a longer conversation -- or argument rather -- when she had been like that, rather than when she had been more calm and respectful. Still, Arthur would keep in mind that she had in fact apologized to him. "I see," he said, still too skeptical to completely believe her. He however concealed all skepticism and doubt from his expression and tone of voice, as the last thing he wanted was to set her off again . . . then again, he had her weapons belt. "Well then it is a good thing you got some rest and food. Where do you plan on going next, or do you plan on staying in Camelot for some time?"

Her next question was . . . not phrased in the best way. He slightly raised an eyebrow as she took another jab at royal families. Well, at least this time it wasn't directly his family. Her question reminded him of Guinevère for some reason . . . the way Gwen was bold enough to question him when he unsure what to do, or why to do something. Of course, when Gwen asked it he did not get offended to upset. When Kazira asked it, that was a different story. She was still a stranger to him, still someone he did not know. "Because I do," he answered simply. "The people give us their loyalty, and they trust us to protect them when the time comes. We care about the people because they are what make up Camelot."

If it weren't for them, they would have nothing; they would be nothing. "We owe them their safety and well being. It is an assumed responsibility for us, no matter who the person is. As long as they abide by the laws, we will do whatever we can to help them." Arthur was speaking rather formally as oppose to getting to the deep, emotional root of why he cared so much about the people. He knew that perhaps his father would be a bit more reserved about this, but Arthur respected Uther's views, even if he did not necessarily agree with them. His answer to her question was also trying to explain to her that anyone who broke the law, would be subject to severe punishment. That they did not take criminals lightly in Camelot, and the harsh laws was ironically, part of the reason so many people attacked the kingdom, but also the reason so many people prospered.

He looked back at her when she asked her next question, hesitancy filling him. "I think maybe we should wait until your a bit less . . . disorientated. After all, you just woke up." He didn't know if he was ready to give the woman back her weapons when they were confined in the space of this motel room. Arthur was not worried that her skills exceeded his own; he was concerned that if the time came to defend himself against a woman, his reluctance would be his downfall.

[†Kazira Astras†]

Kazira listened to his explanation of why he cared about his people and to say the least it was a valid and honest answer from she could tell. The little respect she had for him went up a good deal with that answer not that it was enough for her to start using a title; no, only two people from her past deserved their titles her mentor and a fledgling knight as she liked to call him. You are very odd, but i will give you this; You care a great deal about your people. That is why I'm going to She leaned her elbow on her knee and rest her chin on her hand. quit giving you as hard of time as I have been, despite the name calling. You can ask me any question youd like and I'll answer them to the best of my ability.

She didnt know why she made the offer but it was out there..along with the earlier one for assistance. She had made a few offers today that she wouldnt normally make. Maybe it was the fact that she was in a place that held many memories. she mentally shrugged. That might be the case or she was just having rapid mood swings. One way or another she had made more offers today than she made in a month.

Hearing him basically say that he just wasnt going to give her, her weapons back made her a little miffed but when she looked around the room she could understand. The room was not very big and for the three of them to be in the room it was very close quarters and she had a feeling that he didnt trust her. 'No what gave you that idea Kazira?' She gave a small unlady like snort at her thoughts before nodding her head in agreement. Even if she wanted to attack him she wouldnt do it here. That was just plain ludicrous and stupid. She had heard of his skills theor praises were sung everywhere...It was rather annoying. And she knew that she wouldnt be a match for him, maybe a close one, but in a fair fight without her magic he would surely beat her. But seeing as he had honor she wondered if had ever fought a woman before? Now that was an intersting thought but she made sure not to voice it. It was still her first day or was it night now? Anyways it was still her first day here and she didnt really want to spend that time in the stocks or even in the dungeon. Not that she would have cared but neither were all that great to be. There was nothing to do and you became quite bored and more often than not she had to resist melting or freezing the locks and just walk out of the place.

She glanced at Moros. Truly the main reason for her being so co-opertive (if that was the word you wanted to use) was because Moros deserved to rest. He was the reason she had stayed out of trouble and she honestly felt bad for what she does to him, unintentionally. But it was hard not to act the way she did when there was no continuous guidance. If she had any it was only short lived. She was a nomad and she couldnt stay still for very long. Hence why she was always moving one part of her body in some way or another. Fledling Knight said that she was a fidgeter. So he'd call her fidget which was annoying. An idea popped into her head maybe the Twit knew that fledling knight (though she was sure that he was a knight now) she had just wanted to know if he had made it home. She hadnt seen him in many years.
Do you know a knight by the name of Cole?.She asked with a curious tilt of the head. He's got blond hair slightly taller than you always wears a tan vest? He said that he lived in Camelot but he might be long gone now.She paused slightly letting the silence echo in the room before asking another question. So... Do you know him?

[ha-ha sorry I couldnt resist putting his name in here ^~]

[Arthur Pendragon]

He was odd? She was going to give him the honor of respect? Arthur refrained from making a sarcastic comment along the lines of 'don't do me any favors', but he stopped himself before he said it. He once again, went back to disliking her tone. It was as if she was going to grant him the honor of being kind . . . that was at least not something that should be earned. Kindness should be more instinctive than that. Of course there were those who thought the Prince unkind, but when circumstances called for her . . . no one earned kindness, he gave it to them. Then again, maybe this was a big step for her . . . to assure someone that she would not give them a hard time. He had a feeling he was not the only one she irritated with her insults and criticisms. As long as she made an effort, Arthur had a feeling that their interaction could be more . . . civil. He had nothing to ask her right now. He would take her up on that offer soon enough.

Her next question however was curious. He knew a Cole, and from the way she described him, it was that same Cole Barrera who served on army of knights. "Why?" He asked, concealing any expression of recognition from his face. First he wanted to know of her motives for asking . . . wait. WAIT. Arthur recalled a conversation he had with Cole about a woman, who did not live in Camelot, this couldn't be her could it? No. Surely the world was not that small. And if it was . . . Arthur would pity his friend.

[†Kazira Astras†]

Kazira gave him a dry look at his expression. She knew, KNEW, that he had taken what she said the wrong way. She didnt mean for it to sound as sarcastic as it did but she meant that he had earned a great deal of respect from her by caring for his people. But she let it go and gave him a brilliant smile. She was going to put out an effort to be nicer to him at least for now. It was hard for her to not be sarcastic and if not a dry humor. She would probably just tease him when she got to know him better but she had a feeling that he had a brother feel to him so she decided that she was going to treat him like her family just because she could.

She tried to gauge his reaction when she asked if he knew Cole. But was somewhat disappointed that there was nothing there. and when he asked why she smiled.
"Hes a good friend of mine and I was just curious to see if he ever made it back to the castle." She paued tapping her finger to her chin. "He was there when I recieved my training from Sir Astras. And honestly I've been worried about him" It didnt occur to her that she had his last name or what Arthur would think since she said that. Nor did she think about how knowing her could affect her friendship with the fledging knight if she ever saw im again.

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur wasn't sure whether she was telling the truth or just trying to draw information out of him if she had different intentions. "Perhaps I do know him," Arthur said casually. He would see her reaction, and see how genuine it was before admitting anything, or giving her any details. Arthur would ensure the protection of the men who fought by his side, and he did not want to use Cole's name until he was sure it would be safe to.

"So what are your plans in Camelot now?" He wanted to know where she was staying, what her motives here were . . . he needed to at least try and make sure she didn't stir up any more trouble in his father's kingdom. Maybe she planned on staying in this very motel room. Who knows; and this is what he wanted to find out.

[Sorry its a bit short! If its hard to reply to, let me know!]

[†Kazira Astras†]

"Perhaps I do know him,"

Kazira's smile widened at that. That meant he did know him. Well it was a start. She leaned forward slightly and gasped when she fell of the bed tumbling to the floor. She layed there sprawled out over Moros, who was woken up due to her falling on him, having him giver her a dirty look she gave a sheepish smile before giggleing; she didnt care that she was laying on the floor in a very unlady like way in front of the PRINCE, she didnt care that she probably looked like a clumsy idiot. She looked up at Arthur. "Do you think that I could see him? I need to tell him about my 'master's' death if he hasnt already heard about it. And I have a gift for him." She untangled her limbs and asked Moros non verbally where her bag was and saw that it was in the corner. She grabbed it, turned towards Arthur and opened it carefully before pulling out a finely crafted dagger; the small sheath had a silver tip and on the sides held double sturdy silver chains so that the holder could attach the dagger to any part of their body. She slid the dagger from the sheath; the blade its self was obsidian black and shined in the dim light. The hilt was also black but had intricate designs of fighting dragons. "I had this made for him and i wanted to give it to him as a birthday present but seeing as how i didnt know if he was even here I couldnt give it to him and i sort of forgot that i had it with me."

She smiled fondly when she remembered him telling her that while dragons did cause a great deal of damage to the lively hood of farmers and the like, they had a majestic beauty about them that called for it to be admired and they were more than doubtedly the most fierce creatures to have been created. She sheathed the dagger and placed it on her lap gingerly as if it was the most precious possession that was ever created. Brought out of her musings she looked at Arthur with extremely soft eyes. Ones that she never used. Moros was watching with interest she really did look like a feminine lady, as much as she could holding a dagger in her lap. He had never met this 'Cole' seeing as how she met her master a few years before his time. "I guess that with everything the way it is here now. I'll probably go and stay in a near by village and then travel back and forth looking for any type of work that can be done. Camelot was my home for some time and its...unsettling to not see it in its usual glory." She stated honestly. She wasnt going to stay in a motel that just wasnt an option seeing as how she didnt have a whole lot of money and what money she did have she would use to make repairs on her weapons and buy supplies to make her arrows. She would camp a short ways out of Camelot and that way she wouldnt be in the way and she could somewhat use the magic she had. "That is the original reason that I came to Camelot, you know. To find some work." She stated that with a small shrug still not getting up from the ground where she lounged.

[hehe I feel happy now this actually a pretty long post for Kazira...My muse is back for her! yaya!]

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur watched her fall off, and took a step forward to help her up, but she seemed rather relaxed in her current position. Maybe she was still disoriented from her fainting episode. Instead listened to her ask if she could see Cole. While Arthur was still not sure about this, perhaps no harm could come of it if he was there. He would have to escort her in the castle and escort her out, or get one of the guards to. Since he was certain she would not get in past the walls without his help. He also was aware that she was still going on the assumption that he knew him, even though he had not admitted such a thing. Now would be the moment to do that. "Very well. I will arrange a meeting with him." Hopefully, she was not lying about her friendship with the knight. But if she was, then he would deal with the matter accordingly.

He looked at the gift, and gave a short nod of approval. "That's a fine weapon. You seem to have some forging skills." It was a fine blade, so long as that was the present itself, and not stabbing Cole with it. "He has been in Camelot for a while. If you ever needed to get in touch with him, he would have been here." He wondered how close these two could be if they had not spoken in some time. It seemed the mystery and all his questions would soon be answered and resolved once they re-united. Her answer to his next question was . . . less than alarming.

"Is there a specific kind of work you are interested in?" Arthur did not know how to help in that way, but perhaps he could suggest some areas in the city for her. When she spoke about Camelot not being in its usual glory. With every attack they had suffered, and the numerous failed missions -- wait. She was a nomad. She traveled a lot. Maybe she would know something! "You've traveled quite a bit, haven't you?" He asked, just making sure of the fact that the question he was leading up to could be asked with a but of hope.

[†Kazira Astras†]

Kazira let out a wide smile when Arthur agreed to make and arrangement to meet Cole. "Thank you!" Without thinking she gave him a quick hug and the second she did she retracted her arms as if she was burned and mumbled an apology. she probably shocked the man down to the core with that move. But she was very grateful."You dont have any idea how much I appreciate this. I wasnt sure if he had made it back or not. At the time he was on a journey for self discovery that his master had decided to put him through." Kazira stated honestly.

She flushed when he complimented her dagger. It was her third attempt at forging it and she finally got it right. It was not a skill she excelled at but she made a few quality swords that she was actually was quite proud of. "Thank you. I've made a very few weapons." SHe smiled at him. And then went into a short thought. She was a Mercenry by trade but she dabbled in odd jobs so she didnt really care what job she got as long as she was able to earn some money and not have to 'borrow' from the nobles on the street. "No I dont have any particular job in mind. I'm willing to take any job that is offered." She paused before answering his next question with a raised brow and answered with a slightly concused voice. "Yes. I have. Why?" She wondered what he was getting at by asking her that. She was a nomad of course she's traveled a lot. But she didnt say anything other than her question. She was curious as to what he wanted to know.

Moros watched the two with interest and was still sort of reeling about the black blade He was surprised that Arthur didnt ask what it was made of. Moros didnt of even know what it was made of. But he was also curious as to what was going on through both of their heads.

[Arthur Pendragon]

Was she . . . hugging him?! Well that was rather unexpected. Arthur was not exactly a hugging person; there were very few who he felt comfortable hugging. But the more shocking part was not that she was hugging a prince, but it was that she was hugging him at all! She had not displayed such . . . kindness, until recently and even then it had only been vocalized. He stood there, a bit awkwardly, not quite wrapping his arms around her but more very lightly patting her back as he hands were behind her.

When she pulled away, he ignored whatever it was she may have said, and focused on the topic at hand. "Well I assure you he is doing very well. He's healthy, and a knight of Camelot, so has done quite well for himself." Arthur was proud of his friend, but he would not go on about Cole. Whatever information he wanted to tell her when they met, was up to him. Arthur was not about to reveal anything he may prefer to keep to himself. "Well maybe you could see if the Blacksmith in town requires help." She seemed to know a thing or two about carving -- since she had just showed him the weapon she made. After the passing of Tom, his apprentice had taken over and Arthur did not have to know the trade well to know that Gawain was still learning many things. He did a fine job, but he was not as experienced as Tom had been. Thinking of him, only made Arthur think of Guinevère -- more than usual -- and filled him with regret for not having had done more to save her father, so that he could spare her from that pain.

And that was when the other woman he deeply cared for came into his head, as he worked her into the conversation. "I was wondering if you happened to hear anything regarding the whereabouts of Lady Morgana." Anyone who was in Camelot for more than a day probably knew of the abduction of the King's ward. The army was suffering a great deal because of Uther's unsuccessful attempts to find her, but Arthur could understand the desperation. It may even be a long shot asking Kazira, but there was no harm in at least asking. Arthur too was a desperate man; desperate to find Morgana and bring her home to safety.

[†Kazira Astras†]

Hmmm that was an idea. Thought Kazira. Maybe I will check out the Blacksmith and see if he would require any help. when Arthur didnt say a whole lot about Cole she didnt mind maybe she could meet up with him at some point...Or maybe not. But she was glad to hear that her friend was healthy and a proud knight of Camelot. She would always be proud for that. She was still thinking about the whole blacksmith thing. Yes she's forged her own weapons and a few for others but she didnt thinkthat she was all that good and from the whispers around town the new blacksmith was doing fairly well. But if you asked her to forge anything other than weapons well you where out of luck because the last horse shoe she made was never and she was sure that what ever she made would look fairly odd.

Kazira made a mission to not looked shocked when he had mention the Lady Morgana. She honestly didnt know that she had been missing. Of course she has been out of the look for quite some time and it wasnt all that shocking that she hadnt heard of this. Looking at him seriously she shook her head. "No I have heard no word on her wherabouts. This is the first time that U've heard that she was not hear." Lady Morgana had always been kind when they were younger and they'd meet passingly on the streets. She couldnt help but wonder what had been going on in Camelot to have all of this chaos one thing right after another.

[Arthur Pendragon]

Damn. Arthur knew it was a long shot to expect her to have any information or to hear anyone speak her name . . . but still. It was a long shot that Arthur was willing to take. He was desperate and he was not sure the army could suffer any more losses with these fruitless escapades to find Morgana. His father was growing mad with her absence; obsessed with finding her and when the knights returned without Morgana, he would only send out more. He was not sure what else he could do to find her. The world was a very large place, and Morgause was no amateur. He was rather certain that she had her kept in a very secure, hidden location. Arthur just prayed that she was still alive. The way Morgause had taken her though . . . Arthur had thought it strange and could not shake that feeling of how it looked like she was protecting her, more than abducting her in a threatening manner. Still; Arthur would not fully rest until she was found and brought home.

"Yes, well she has been missing for quite some time now," he said simply, trying to minimize the situation. He was speaking casually, though the subject was far from casual. He spoke in a formal manner, not allowing his emotions to cloud his tone or even look evident in his expression. It was getting harder and harder to suffer her loss and though he would never admit it, he feared for the Kingdom if this father kept up this madness; this desperate search for her. Though, Arthur was torn for he wanted to find her just as much.

[†Kazira Astras†]

Kazira forwned. She knew that things were going on in Camelot and exactly what those things were she didnt know by the time she got the information what was going on had already happened and so she forgot about it. But something like this, the king's ward going missing. This was something she should have heard plenty about. Everyone knew about Lady morgana and she would have been able to hear a whisper about her whereabouts that is unless magic is involved then she would hear very little tracking someone with magic was not something she was well versed in yes she could use her powers to sense others but tracking them was hard because some can disguise thier magic and hide it from the sight of other magic users and humans.

"I am very sorry to hear that your highness." She stated in a low voice her eyes downcast. "I wish that I did have the information but where i have traveled they havent spoken of her and maybe at the time they didnt know about her disappearance." This was not a good time for her to be disrespectful and she was honestly worried. She didnt know what was going on and that bothered her. She didnt like walking into a place and not know almost every detail about what has happened. Her source was seriously going to get his rum kicked when she found him.

[Arthur Pendragon]

Hearing her use titles to address him and express what seemed like genuine concern relieved him. He was glad she did nothing to frustrate him for speaking about Morgana's abduction was painful enough. The last thing he needed was someone provoking him. He was still disappointed to hear that she heard nothing, but would certainly not give up the search. He did not say anything. He knew word was spreading about her disappearance for his father was desperate to find anyone who knew anything concerning the subject. Arthur still believe she was safe, and sincerely hoped there was some sort of ransom involved. It would not be the first time someone close to him was kidnapped for ransom. If Morgause had wanted her dead, she would have killed her right there and not taken her with her.

"Is there anything else you need?" He suddenly asked, realizing he had spent far too much time in this room, and his presence would soon be questioned, if it wasn't already. A prince could not exactly disappear for very long, otherwise they would have to send out an additional search party to look for him, and one missing person at a time was more than enough.