Lessons to be Learned Mar 3, 2011 14:19:58 GMT -5
Post by mysery on Mar 3, 2011 14:19:58 GMT -5
It wasnt her fault. It really, really, really wasnt her fault. Wasnt it common knowledge among adults that you didnt leave things lying around within the reach of the smaller members of society? True, most people were taught not to touch anything they shouldnt, but really. When it was a pretty purple, and sparkling, and bubbling and right there, what else did they expect a twelve year old girl to do? And besides, she'd never spent any time in the court physician's chambers before. Gaius had always come to see her because King Uther refused to let her leave her bed if she showed any sign of any kind of illness or injury. She wasnt a doll that would break if touched, but her guardian seemed not to understand that.
But, back to the point at hand, it hadnt been her fault that she'd touched the bubbling vial of pretty liquid and ended up making it explode. It had splattered everywhere, coating the table, and herself, with a fine sheen of the stuff, but the explosion had also singed off most of what she considered to be her eyebrows. Of course, little lady Morgana hadnt known that at the time.
Gaius had chosen that moment to return and found her. He did that quirking eyebrow thing of his, and she simply stood there, chin raised, in the middle of the mess. Wasnt much point in denying it was there? With nary a word, the older man had sat her down, cleaned her up, and patched the small red patch on her hand before advising her it was probably best not to touch things in his chambers again, which she'd promised never to do again.
Then, she'd left and gone on her merry way, skipping along. Then had come Arthur. Oh, Arthur. They'd only been passing, he on his way to something or other, and she on her way back to her chambers, when he'd looked at her oddly. She'd demanded to know what, and he'd touched his eyebrow, grinned and opened his mouth to speak before being ushered away suddenly. When she returned to her chambers, she'd seen it in her vanity mirror.
She had no eyebrows! She was mortified to say the least, and had spent the last few days hiding out in her rooms. Her friend Gwen, who was also her servant, had been sympathetic and assurred her they would come back, and Morgana had vowed she was never going to leave her room until they did. Uther had tried to talk her out, and hadnt succeeded. So had Gaius. No luck. Nobody could get her out.
And only one person remained to try.
Arthur. And going by the confident knock at her door while she sat by her window announced his arrival before the doors almost burst open and in he came.
Setting: Camelot Castle, Morgana's Chambers
Tiimeline: Many years earlier, Morgana is about twelve years old
Tag: Arthur Pendragon