Answered Prayers

[Korrina]

Camelot have become the safest place for druids. Whoever thought that such a day would come. Whereas Camelot had once been a place most hunted for her people, it was now a place of peace. Nadya of course held no objections to this. She was immensely happy that they no longer had to run for their lives. That they did not have to travel from camp to camp, wondering if it would be a safe place for her. As well, it was not the most ideal way to raise her children. Always on the run. She wanted the world to be a safe place for them, and thankfully, no harm had come to them. She'd lost a husband, and them a father. But they were not the only ones who'd suffered loss. And Nadya prayed for those people, every single day.

But to dwell in the past hindered the progress of the future. With things safe in this kingdom, she wanted to be reunited with her mother and father (somehow) and of course the brother she had never met. She wanted them all to be together, to be a family. She wanted her children to know their grandparents, and for them to know their uncle. Family was after all, was most important. And Nadya never trivialized its significance just because their family was not around. She would tell her children stories of their uncle (that she had heard from her father) as well as those of their grandparents and father. It made them excited to meet their relatives one day, and Nadya truly believed that this was not an impossibility. Not when she prayed for it every day. The value of prayer, would not go unheard.

She was currently walking along the streets, gathering a few herbs. The day was sunny with clear skies and she took advantage of it by appreciating the liberty to walk through the woods, without fear of being deemed fugitive. She did not stray far from the camp however. Just because they were no longer hunted, didn't mean there were not slave traders, bandits, creatures and other threats out there. Her magic was no protection against such threats, nor were her skills. Humming a soft tune, she had been so lost in her purpose, and it wasn't until she heard the sounds of a horse that she looked up, and saw two riders on two beautiful horses. Nadya's eyes widened and she dropped her gatherings out of surprise for not having seen them sooner. For she was now directly blocking their path.

She never claimed to be a decent hunter, nor was she able to pick up on the sounds around the forest. A few moments of daydreaming... led to this now. When the shock seemed to partially subside, her gaze dropped to the floor. Apologies, she stated, feeling a blush creep on her cheeks out of embarrassment. She then fell to her knees, quickly picking up what she had dropped. A further cause of embarrassment to herself. I will... be out of your way, in one moment. How foolish she must look! Not having realized where she was going, then having dropped the content of her hands, and now further hindering their travels by kneeling in front of them to pick up her fallen herbs! Surely, this could not get more humiliating for her.

~ Tag Guinevère and Arthur! ~

[Guinevère]

Guinevère was riding beside her husband, and smiling at there time together. Arthur had taken time away from the kingdom to personally escort her to visit her parents graves. Now that she was a wife, she looked forward to becoming a parent herself. She wanted to give Arthur that child. When she looked over at him, she laughed softly. "Thank you today, husband." She told him, meaning for his company, the trip, the day, and everything.

It was just after this that she noticed there was people in their path. Bringing her horse to a stop she waited as he woman gathered her things and tried to move from the road. Guinevère could tell the woman looked startled and she felt her heart go out to her. Apologies, "No, you are fine, please take your time." For she looked to be trying to bare more then she could handle. I will... be out of your way, in one moment. Poor girl!

"Let let help you," she offered moving to climb down, not looking at Arthur, knowing that while he would not mind offering help he ofter rather she not be doing the manual labor type of helping but asking other people to do it for her. Though she had the feeling he might not mind this. One never quite knew with her husband about how he saw certain things.

Moving forward, Guinevère offered her own arms to carry some of the weight. "Are you heading toward the city?"