The Enemy of My Enemy is My Friend

[Varro]

------Varro raced through the trees on foot, his detachable hood firmly in place despite the rapid speed he was traveling at. Through many years of training, such speed came easily to him. He swiftly weaved through the trees, avoiding roots, branches, stones, and anything else that could cause him to stagger. His cape flew in the light wind and though he had not specific destination, he was never without purpose. Balor was merely a location that he must pass through in order to enter the more populated areas. Although, this forest had a reputation for housing those related to magic, whether they be people or creatures. It was not a bad place to explore and this was why Varro was still present in the woods, rather than having avoided it all together.

------Noises naturally filled the air, howls, screeches from unrecognizable creatures, quick movements in the bushes. But it was another sound that immediately caused Varro to stop running, and just stand completely stationary. Motionless. As if trying to determine the source of such noise. The rustling of leaves, light footprints: it was a person. And from the sounds of it, not a large group. Perhaps only a couple. Varro's curiosity got the better of him, and decided to follow this sound. It did not take many more steps in order for a figure to come into the his sight. And as soon as his curious eyes upon it, he was rather glad he had chosen not to ignore it.

------Morgana. Varro had never met her but he recognized her. He had watched the Pendragons from afar, though the truth of her birth had come to a surprise, even to him. But her recent work had spread through the ears of those who practiced magic. Some were disappointed by her losing the throne, others thought indifferently. Varro; he was unsure how he felt, Well, perhaps that was a bit of a lie. He knew exactly how he felt about it. For a man of great patience, willing to take his time in achieving his goal, he found her and Morgause's actions a bit too rash. But of course, that did not mean he wished her to lose the throne. When he had heard of her forced succession, he had intended to meet with her, personally to discover her motives.

------But by the time news had come to him, however quick, his distance was too far and he had made it only in time to hear that the Pendragon chap had won the throne back. So here they were. Back to the beginning. Yet, it was not the first thing he wished to confront her on. The first thing, was in regards to the loss of a man who he had been close to. How ironic her actions then, seemed now as all knew her true motives. Varro finally stepped out of the concealment of trees, stepping into her presence, the darkness of the night remedied by the light of the moon. He did not say anything, he just stood there, staring at her, watching her every move, as his lips twisted into a strange sort of smile.

Tag: Morgana LeFay

[mysery]

The Forests of Balor were quiet to most. And to most, the slightest sound would make a person jump in fright. Morgana however was not most. These forests had become something entirely different to her. Home and refuge. A safe place for her sister to recover and for Morgana to ensure she did just that. Of course, with the worry for her sister, came the sting of her anger. Merlin, Gaius, Lancelot. They had done this to Morgause. They had dared to hurt her sister like they had. If she had not been so distraught over her sisters injuries, she would have unleashed the full force of her fury upon them. Simply bringing down the room had been done with her grief. The gods would not save them when Morgana returned to finish the job.

Until then, she had to bide her time. It had only been a few days, perhaps longer, it was always difficult to tell in the forests, since they had left Camelot behind them. Morgause still had not awoken, something that troubled Morgana greatly. Blood or no, Morgause was the only family she cared for, and until she was whole and healthy once more, she would continue to worry for her. And Morgana was going to do everything she knew of to help her sister recover.

The herbs she needed were in the forests of Balor, another reason behind why she had chosen this as their safe haven. With these herbs, and her magic, she could assist Morgause's healing. The basket she carried was simple, woven and filled with green herbs that would probably be overlooked by the majority of people. To Morgana, they were so much more. Despite the easy and focused appearance she gave off, Morgana was as alert as a skittish rabbit. They were still close enough to Camelot to be discovered, though she would make anyone who did attempt to attack them suffer greatly, and Morgana couldn't afford to relax.

And she was acutely aware that someone, or something, was watching her.

Not faltering in her movements, no need to give away the fact she knew they were there until it became of some benefit to her, Morgana continued collecting herbs. The rustling announced the person's arrival and Morgana simply straightened, turning to face the newcomer. No armour or colours from Camelot, no immediately signal or hollar that she had been found. Most likely not an enemy then. Well, not an enemy yet. That did not mean her eyes were not decieving her. Never take anything for granted.

"It is impolite to stare," she said simply, almost flippantly to the man.

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Setting: The Forests of Balor

Tiimeline: After Series 3

Tag: Varro