Playing Nice

[Enmyria]

Enmyria was never really good at following close orders, so it wasn't too much of a surprise to find her self obeying them while stretching things a bit. While she trusted Alvarr with her life, and would die for him if she had; she wasn't the type at home like a good girl type. So when one of their members got the order to go into a small town near by and be low key while buying some supplies; Enmyria took it upon her self to relieve him of his job. Really, anything he could do she could do better. Anything any of them could do she could do better! Enmyria was one of the best fighters on Alvarr's band. She was also high ranking with in the band of men, thanks to both her skills with a blade and her skills in their personal lives. She took the bag of coins and walked to her tent to drop off her bow so she could head out. As she started walking though camp she paused looking down at their newest member. Play Nice; Alvarr had told her about the young child. She could nice when she wanted. "I am going to town to get supplies. There is no danger, if you want to come." Enmyria knew she would be better off leaving the kid at camp and not asking him to tag along, but if this little druid boy was going to be the key to Alvarr's plan she wanted to be apart of it. Besides, this Mordred was fighting on the same side as them, so surely they had some things in common. She just did not want to be the baby sitter. WHO: Mordred WHAT: Enmyria and Mordred first time alone WHEN: Shortly after their first meeting WHERE: Woods/Small town on the edge of Camelot and Cenred.

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[mordred]

Mordred was feeling at home with the group of rogue sorcerers, they didn't live anywhere in particular, travelling and taking with them only what they needed to survive. It was almost like living with the Druids, only they weren't practising magic and the older members of the group did not. He decided simply to sit by the fire and watch the trees around them. It was boring enough as it was, and the child felt impatient although, he wouldn't vocalise it.

When the only woman of the group, he'd been vaguely introduced to her, spoke to him the idea of getting to do something, just getting to travel was enough to make him nod. He stood up and then glanced around for where he'd placed his travelling cloak. “I'd enjoy going to down with you, thank you ma'am.” He said, being polite as he didn't want to cause any trouble with the people he was staying with. Despite the simple fact that they all were against Uther Pendragon for their own reasons, and all had magic or so he assumed... Mordred was nervous about the group as he was the youngest.

The young child walked over to the tent he was sharing and grabbed his cloak. He fastened it around his neck and then walked back to the woman and looked up at her. He was ready to go when she was.

[Enmyria]

Enmyria liked getting her way and this had been quite easy. She doubted she would get into any trouble with Alvarr as long as they both came back with out any harm done to them. The kid was his newest weapon, and she knew better then to damage it. "It's a few miles walk, but it wont be so bad." She told him as she turned to lead him out of the camp, giving a few of the men a telling look so they would make sure to let Alvarr know the kid was with her. She didn't want him wondering where Mordred had gone off to should they need to move on quickly for some reason. The blood knights of Camelot and other knights in whatever kingdom were friends with Camelot seemed to be always on their tail. Should the camp move on, she knew how to find them and how to disappear while doing it. Unlike Mordred she did not wear a cloak; it wasn't too cold in the area and she wanted her enemies to see her coming with nothing to hide her, so even if it was cold she might not be wearing a cloak. Enmyria didn't know the kid well (basically only his name and powers), but he didn't seem weak that was a plus in her book. "I guess though as a druid you're used to walking allot." She said trying to seem friendly and like she was playing along.

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[mordred]

Mordred gave a small nod, indication of the fact that he was listening to her. The fact it was just a few miles didn't mean much to him, used to travelling as he was. The reasoning for his travelling cloak wasn't that it was cold, it was far from, in fact. It was the fact that if he needed to stay hidden amongst the brush he'd be more likely to be able to. The cloak also was able to keep his features hidden should he need to be cautious.

The people of Camelot knew what he looked like, in fact they knew well what he looked like, having been with Morgana and Merlin for so long, and there was that hand maiden that knew him as well. What was her name? Gwenhywfar? That was what his people called the maiden of legend that was a part of the court of Camelot, at least. Then there was the man-child prince. Arthur. He'd saved him before, and been returned to his people. And not too much later, his men had killed some of his people. That memory still fresh in his mind, the child wanted nothing more then to share the pain of loss with him. That would certainly have to wait, everything had it's moment after all, and he'd know when it was time to return the betrayal to the man who had wronged him.

“Ah... Yeah. We do walk a lot.” Mordred confirmed as he walked behind one of his new travel companions. “...I'm sorry, I can't quite remember you name. I am not certain if you know mine. I am Mordred.” He said quietly.

[Enmyria]

THIS was Alvarr's great weapon? The little boy who could not even remember her name. She found not to glare down at him, as her pride kicked in! Little brat! She was never far from Alvarr's side and one of his best fighters and he could not remember her name? "Enmyria." She told him has they walked doing her damnest to keep any for of anger from her tone. Play Nice, Alvarr had told her! Yeah well that was the only reason she was playing nice right now. Mordred gave her his name, as if she might not know it. Everyone knew his name. Everyone knew he would be the key to Alvarr's plans. She noticed he was walking behind her, a follower and not up beside her like a leader. If he was going to be Alvarr's hope he was going to need to be more then a frightened child. Moving to slow, so he caught up with her she looked down at him. "You should not follow behind anyone here. Your a contender. They should be walking behind you." Everyone but Alvarr should! She did not say it harshly, but more a tone that was two part encouraging and one part demanding. If they needed him to be a warrior, she was the best one to teach him how.

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[mordred]

Picking up on just the slightest hint of hostility, the boy glanced away from the woman and continued to walk in a near-silence. He kept his gaze away from her in hopes to not cause any problems. He was not fond of the hostile ways as it wasn't something he was used to. The very fact he was with the group of bandits was because they would be able to at least protect themselves, and they wouldn't be so weak as to die by the hands of the Pendragons and their men from Camelot. He'd lost the people closest to him, and he was almost afraid to get close to someone else just for that very same reason.

Being told, "You should not follow behind anyone here, you're a contender. They should be walking behind you" was something that was struck deep within him. Something that made him quicken his pace so that he could walk ahead of the older member of the group. He had been told to lead, and that's what he'd do. If only, to show her that he wasn't just some child to be baby-sat. It was a matter of if he was comfortable around strangers or not that really was what kept him lingering behind.

"I'm sorry for not knowing your name, Enmyria." Mordred stated calmly, glancing over his shoulder briefly and letting the corners of his mouth turn up for a mere moment and then settled his gaze in front of himself once more. Then a thought struck him. I'd much rather prefer silent communication, I do not like to speak. You are still able to hear me, correct? You do have magic, right? His thoughts were telepathically transmitted to the blond.