Written In The Stars

[Arthur Pendragon]

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It was not one sided. Yes. Arthur found some relief in that as well. And the fact that she spoke of how it felt almost too easy to see each other. The way they just fell into this jovial mood. Perhaps, it was because they were keeping all the harder topics unspoken. Under the surface. But even still, it was comfortable. Time had not changed that. "I feel the same way," he agreed. "And I am glad for it. That, there is so much ease in each other's company." Compared to the possible awkwardness and uncertainty.

He had not known what to expect when approaching Guinevère, but there was that inevitable fear that the air between them would be horribly awkward. He could not be more happy that he was wrong. "Not long at all. And yet, a lifetime." Because, they had built separate lives. He let out a slight chuckle at the mention of Merlin. "He still has trouble with a lot of things," he said teasingly. The safe subject of Merlin, was one he knew he couldn't hide behind forever. "I fear I've kept you from your tasks for too long," he said, clearly not wanting to depart her company, but also knew that he had business to attend to. And that his children would be out of their lessons soon. "Is there anything I can help you with as you settle in?" He asked, wanting to make the offer.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère wasn't ashamed of her life, but she had been hesitant to speak of the 20 years with him. She wasn't sure she was ready to hear of his life with his wife, just as she wasn't ready to share Auden with Arthur either. The reminder that they've had lives apart might disrupt this happy reunion. One she was not ready to let go of just yet. She was just about to suggest that they could take a tour of some of the changes when he told her that he'd kept enough of her time.

She'd been raised around nobles, and understood he was politely ending the conversation. He was king now, and had children, and many very important things to do--and she was so proud of him. "Thank you," she told him, giving him the proper bow, even though he didn't expect it of her. "For today." She enjoyed it so much! It had been wonderful to see him and feel it be so easy. "I shall see you at the celebration," when she knew that it would be welcome and harder at the same time. Seeing him again, was always welcome; but she'd yet to see him with the children that she couldn't give him.

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Still to this day, Arthur hated seeing her bow. Hated hearing her use titles. He knew why she felt she had to . . . but it only brought them back to the reality of why they couldn't be together. Though, it was their reality. The stolen time they had where they had momentarily escaped it, now coming crashing back. Arthur politely smiled, giving a nod of his head.

"My pleasure," he told her. "Until then, Guinevère." And with those words, he turned to walk away . . . forcing himself not to look back. Not trusting himself to look back. His timing back to the castle was perfectly in tune to his children completing their lessons -- with some argument of Mirela saying that Galahad had calling his lessons stupid. Arthur had to speak to both of them while Alymere just watched and listened. Scooping Mirela up in his arms, he had lunch with his children, finding out what they learned, before they spoke about the upcoming celebrations.

Celebrations that came soon enough, and after all the preparation, it certainly was a grand affair. The only thing that made it bearable for Arthur, was the fact that his children were with him. He tried to spend as much as he could with them, but once they ran to meet the knights children and enjoy the jester, Arthur made his rounds to others, welcoming and thanking their guests. Making sure that the people in the city were involved with distribution of food and goods. Though, the entire time, Arthur's eyes sought out Guinevère. He had not been able to get her out of his mind ever since the two had reunited. So when he did see her, he could not help but stare.

How was it that she grew more beautiful each time he saw her. And . . . her daughter. Lunete. A perfect reflection of beauty, taking after her mother. Arthur kept a smile upon his lips, yet his mind wandered of the forbidden question, of what if they had gotten married. What if they had children. Arthur would never wish not to have his three beloved children he had now. He couldn't imagine life without them . . . but it was just a thought. Of what could have been. Breaking out of it, he returned to greeting the guests, and throughout the evening, occasionally stole a few glances her way, while conversing with family and friends.

[Guinevère]

"And you . . . Arthur," She told him, and watched him walk away from her, not looking away, even as she turned her body away to walk in the other direction--which once again (like it had 20 years ago) seemed to fit their lives. Arthur Pendragon, king of Camelot; and Gwen the seemtress. Their lives should never have really crossed but she couldn't help but to be glad they did, and wish they would continue to do so!

The celebration day arrived, and Lunete was about to come out of her skin in excitement! Guinevère could only just keep her daughter from running amuck! Thankfully Elyan was there as well, and it helped that he was able to bring a calmness to her family. Which was odd, as he had always been the unsettled one. Lunete took more after her uncle then her father or her mother. Elyan, who enjoyed it too much, played into it well.

For the event, Guinevère made a pink dress, with a darker pink corset. Lunete wore a similar one, but in green. It was after all her uncle's favorite color. It also helped re-introduce herself as a seemtress, and had many ask about her fees. Tonight would help her begin working, to make sure she and Lunete would be alright (Elyan helped a great deal, but Guinevère wanted him to find a wife of his own!).

The hard part of the night came when she saw Arthur. At first he was simply speaking to others, and enjoying the night. She wanted to make her way toward him; but then his daughter came up too him. Guinevère paused and watched, her feelings turning from pleased to a bittersweet feeling. She looked so much like her father. The reminder of how she lost him caused her to blink away the prickling of tears, which thankfully didn't fall. His sons were also a surprise--for she knew he had two but they were also reminders of how 20 years ago she had once thought his children would be her children.

Lunete was special, and she'd never wish that she had not met her; but that didn't meant the hurt of the life she lost didn't sting.

Guinevère busied herself with friends, and tried to not think about it. She tried to think of how glad she was that his children loved him, and he had a healthy family, instead. B the end of the night, she had kept the jealously and sting at by. "She will sleep for days," Gwen teased Elyan who held her daughter in his arms. 'I'll take her home, so you can see your friends.' Smiling at her brother, Guinevère thanked him. She watched her brother carry her daughter out before turning to look for Merlin in his old chambers--yet she realized that these weren't his any longer. Some things had changed. TUrning, she began a slow walk down the halls--memories taking her down her mind. She ended up int he garden, and came to a rest there. Just standing, and smiling, and thinking of how everything was different.

Yes, she felt 20 years younger here, but it was memories. This was not the same Camelot she was born in, and the newness to the familier felt like an adventure. Even if it was only a garden.

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Things were starting to quiet down, and he could see his children growing tired. Mirela, was already half asleep, so Arthur excused himself from the guests, and carried her to her room, while walking with his other two. He told them to get dressed and he would come and check on them. Changing Mirela, tucking her into bed and kissing her goodnight . . . Arthur watched her for a few moments before leaving, and checking on his sons. Galahad was still bouncing from the excitement of the night, throwing pillows everywhere.

It took several moments for Arthur to calm him down enough to get him into bed. And once his head hit the pillows, he was out. Arthur just shook his head smiling, before going to Alymere. Alymere; heir to the throne. He his heart hurt for his son sometimes, knowing the burdens that would be placed upon him. Tonight, he told him how proud he was of him, how he was always proud. Having a short chat with him, he eventually said goodnight to his oldest son, and left each child asleep in their rooms while he made his way back the event.

But, not right away. He wished first to clear his mind. With the distractions of his children gone, he was left thinking about his family. His parents. His sister. His former wife. So many that he had loved and lost. Making his way to the gardens, he took in the cool, fresh air. This was a place he wish he had time to come to more often. Stepping deeper and deeper into it, only stopping when he seemed to realize how deep in he was. He knew he had to go back and see to whoever remained, though he assumed most were gone.

As he walked out of the shadows, he saw Guinevère standing there, taking in the sight of the area. He paused for a moment, just watching her before deciding to make his presence known. Placing a smile upon his lips, he approached her. "Guinevère," he greeted. They always seemed to find each other. "Did you enjoy the celebrations?" He asked, hoping she had as he hadn't had the chance to check up on her or her daughter.

[Guinevère]

Just like in the market, Guinevère heard his voice and her eyes closed as shr rippled effect of his cadance made her shiver. Opening them, she turned to look at him, slowly turning her body. "Arthur," She didn't bow, not here. There was no one around to put on a show for. There was no one to keep her from going forward and touching him either. Reaching out she rested her hand on a near by tree, as if that would hold her in place.

She had just thought that everything was only memories, but the second she'd heard his voice she knew this wasn't a memory. It was real. "I did! It was wonderful!" She told him, "You are lucky to have a family who loved you so much." She'd heard that it was his children who pushed for this at the party. She was glad they'd done it for him. He needed fond memories of his birthday.

"And yet, you still look like that prince I knew," So handsome, and strong, and warm, and she wanted him to come closer, but she didn't dare say it. "You look older, but . . . not 20 years older." Lifting her hand she brushed back her hair. Unlike her, who looked 20 years older! Hips slightly wider from motherhood, and her body not as slim as before. "I envy you that." His aged like wine, and only looked better with age. Her eyes paused over his hands on her way back to his face, and then ended up slowly trailing up his body. Thankfully it was a dark and she hoped he'd not noticed.

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Arthur was glad to hear it, his smile reflecting it. Happy to hear that she enjoyed herself. However his smile faltered a little when she spoke of how lucky he was to have a family who loved him. He knew that was only because his children didn't have a choice right. He was quite literally the only family of blood they had. But, what if they grew up resenting him? Like Morgana did Uther? Or what if one of them blamed him for their mother's dead? Like Agravaine blamed them for Igraine's? What . . . if his children hated him, when they were old enough to see his faults, and the mistakes of his pasts that haunted him. Arthur swallowed back his fears, knowing this was not the time nor place to speak such things.

"As are you," he told her, focusing on that. "Your daughter is beautiful," he told her smiling. "She looks just like you." He didn't know her father, but he could see so much of Guinevère in Lunete. He had after all, practically memorized every feature upon Guinevère's face. The way her eyes brightened when she smiled, the way her curls fell into place. But, she spoke of how he still looked like the prince she knew, older, but not aged . . . that she envied him.

Arthur took a couple of steps towards her, shaking his head a little. "There is no cause for envy." How did he tell her that she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on? "You look . . . " He knew he couldn't be too forward. "Beautiful." He hoped that was not crossing a line. "Time has been kind to you." In regards to her appearance, to the family she had. He only wished she did not have to know the loss of a spouse.

[Guinevère]

He moved closer, "She does, but she behaved like my brother." Guinevère said with a laugh, finding it . . . not as awkward as she imagined talking about their children. The topic they'd avoided yesterday coming easier today. She knew it was partly because they weren't talking about the the past but the present. It would be different to talk about them being born, and growing up. Memories of marriages, and lives they'd not shared. "Sometimes --" She worried that Lunete would be as restless as her uncle, and she'd loose her. "--sometimes perhaps too much." She joked instead. It felt too easy to talk to him. TO open up to him like she'd use to do.

"I saw your children as well," Elena had looked like Arthur in ways too, both blond and light skinned. It was hard to tell if they looked like which parent unless he really looked--and she had tried not too--but she had. "They are beautiful, Arthur." Her voice was honest and warm, but she had to fight to keep the bitter part of bittersweet from her voice. Maybe this wasn't as easy as she had thought just seconds ago.

He told her that she was beautiful, and Guinevère blushed looking down. She felt her finger tips brushing the tree, and realized she too had moved closer, and the tree was out of her reach now. Lowering her hand she looked up at him. Her breathing slowed as she stood there, feeling beautiful under his gaze. "Thank you," she finally said, in almost a whispered voice. Taking one last step, she stopped an approate distrace from him. "For the kind words and the invitation tonight."

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Arthur smiled at her teasing words towards her brother and daughter. "You say that like it's a bad thing," he said teasing her in return. Though, he felt as if he still knew her well, and there was more to her words. Yet at the same time, knew he had no place to pry. She spoke of his children, saying that they were beautiful as well. "Thank you," he said with a soft smile. He nearly made a comment about how they took after their mother . . . but he held it back. They had not spoken of the other's spouses and, he wasn't entirely sure how it would change the air between them. He did not wish to take the risk right now with how well things were going.

But, he also knew it was inevitable to broach such a subject. "I'm sorry that I could not introduce them to you and your family properly," he told her. "They were . . . rather excited tonight," he said, putting it mildly with how much energy they had. She then thanked him, and he wanted to tell her she need not to. Not for his words nor for the invitation. "Of course," he said, as if it was expected that she would be invited. "I'm glad you came," he told her sincerely. "So thank you, for your presence." For her company. For bringing her family in the walls of a place that she once called home. A place that he knew held both good, and sad memories.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère smiled, and shook her head. Was it a bad thing? No, Elyan was an honorable man, but she wanted more for her daughter. She wanted the world for her, and Elyan was one who was still looking for what he wanted in life. It was as if nothing really fit him. Or that he was supposed to be something in another life.

"As was Lunete," She explained, but knew it was for the best that he'd not introduced her to his children. What would he even introduce her as? This is your evil Aunt's old handmaiden? A friend of Merlins? Anything he said wouldn't quite fit, and they both knew it. Lunete, please meet the king, I loved him when I was young and never stopped. "She has claimed this is the most beautiful castle out of all the others." TO which she'd seen none of them.

"I was looking for Merlin to say goodnight, and I walked to his room," she began, wondering if he could figure out where this was going. "Only to find that it wasn't his old room. I ended up instead walking the halls. So many memories." Some of the blissful, some of them sad, and some of them were both.

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Arthur continued to smile as Guinevère explained that Lunete too was excited; that she claimed this was the most beautiful castle. "I'm happy to hear she enjoyed herself." It made it worth it. Despite Arthur's lacking desire to celebrate such a day, at least it brought smiles to others faces. Not all gatherings need be one of grim circumstances. Sometimes it did good to have celebrations just to rejoice. He only wished it was for a better cause. Guinevère then explained that she had been looking for Merlin to say goodnight . . . which meant she had been moving throughout the castle. Not that Arthur held any issue with that. Not in the slightest. "He was given more suitable quarters," Arthur explained. For his position and also . . . so that he could protect his children better.

So that if there was ever an emergency, no one would have to run all the way to the physician's quarters to find the court's sorcerer. "I hope you did not find them too painful," Arthur stated, thinking more of Morgana than anything else. Arthur was glad that Guinevère hadn't been in the city to experience her wrath. "I know much has changed in the castle," he added on. The rooms different. His brothers of heart had been given estates for their families, though they would always have rooms available to them in the castle. "As has the garden, for the better I would hope," he said smiling, trying not to dwell on the pained memories that may have been ignited being here. "I'm just sorry it's too dark to see right now." A hint, that she could return to see it in the daylight, knowing how fond she was of this area.

[Guinevère]

"No, they were not all painful," She began, looking up at him, "Some I am very fond of." And some where the ones she rather try not to remember. Morgana, Elena--two different women but both were hard to think of. Morgana for the evil she'd one and Elena because she married the man Guinevère loved. Uther, who'd killed her father. The castle should have dark memories for her but it didn't. "I can still remember walking these halls and hearing you and Merlin bickering echoing down them." She laughed quietly. "And the times we'd . . . pass by each other." Longing to touch.

He spoke of the garden, and Guinevère turned to look at the wildlife around them. "It is very different." Did his wife have a hand in this? Did she bring this place to life and make it so beautiful? Or did Arthur do it? She hadn't realized that when she turned to look around them that she'd taken a step back, until she turned back around to look up at him and found her shoulder brushing his chest. Blushing, she took a step back, "I'm sorry," she hadn't known she was this close.

Her hands touched her dress to keep busy, "Even int he dark, I am glad I could see it." Yet she was looking at him when she said it. "You've done so much here," Not he garden, HERE. The kingdom. Her heart. "I just wish I could have seen it. Yet you've done everything I always hoped you would!"

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Arthur was glad to hear it. That she was able to think of fond memories rather than just painful ones. He smiled softly at her recalling a few, ones of him and Merlin bickering down the halls. "Not much has changed there," he joked. Though, he knew he was more mindful of what he said . . . sometimes. His playful nature with Merlin hadn't dramatically changed. He kept his smile in place as she mentioned the times they passed each other. The looks across the halls. How it had been both wonderful and painful to see her. Wonderful, because of how she made him feel . . . painful, because he had known it could never be.

Arthur watched her as she took in her surroundings and . . . was moving closer to him. He should have moved. Should have. But he didn't. He just remained still, watching her, until her shoulder brushed against him. Her blush and apology made him want to tell her that there was . . . no need for that. The contact causing another small smile upon his lips. "Don't be," he said quietly after hearing her say she was sorry. Suddenly, he was craving more. Wanting more. But, he dare not touch her. Just as in the market place, he wasn't entirely sure he could trust himself to not overstep. He pulled out of such deep thoughts when she spoke of how she was glad she could see it. "You should come back in the day time." An invitation. Or well, another invitation. If she was re-settling in the city, he would certainly be seeing more of her.

He was about to make a joke about how he didn't do much because the recent rains had helped . . . but then she went on to tell him that he had done everything she'd hoped he would. It made his heart swell with pride; that he could make her proud. He knew there was a great deal more he should do. And a great deal he wished he could change. He also knew . . . that he owed it to her to be honest. To acknowledge that he had not done all this alone.

"You were a part of that, Guinevère," he began to tell her. Knowing, he would have to choose his words carefully. "I never forgot all that you told me. Whether it was calling me rude and arrogant," he said with a fond smile. "Or telling me to trust in my heart and do what I thought was right." Not a single piece of advice she had given him, was forgotten. "Your words have always remained with me. And provided me with counsel when needed." And . . . he wanted her to know that. How much he valued her. How much he would always value her.

[Guinevère]

He first joked and calimed that not much as changed with him and Merlin, and Guinevère laughed, promising herself then that she'd not bring up Merlin again. Arthur and her were once friends, surely they could be again. Perhaps. Yet this feeling would always keep her reminded that this used to be more then what they were to each other.

He even invited her back, as if echoing her thoughts. "I'd like to see it again--" him again, "--in the day light." In any light. Which was why being friends would be hard, because she would always feel her heart beating a little faster with him near; more so when he looked at her like this. She feared he'd notice how often she looked at his lips. They'd never progressed passed a kiss, and she had once thought he'd be her first; but instead they'd had other lives and she now understood kissing was something that could tell you how another was in bed. Which brought in a light blush, as she remembered his kisses, and was grateful it was dark.

"Your words have always remained with me. And provided me with counsel when needed." His works pulled her for her thoughts and made her head swim. He thought of her words for council? He valued them that much, and years later he still thought about them. Blinking, she knew there was tears in her eyes from the feelings that involved. It was one thing to know he missed her and another to know he thought of her words, and let them shape him. She wished she'd seen it. That she could have been here, yet she knew that she could not have watched him with his wife. Blinking to keep them from falling, she smiled softly, "Most of this was you, no one would have changed you if you hadn't wanted to change."

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That nervousness he'd been feeling over his invitation suddenly subsided when she spoke of how she'd like to see it again, the day time. Yes. That would be better, so that she could actually see it, and not let it be concealed by the darkness that it was currently shrouded with. It was her next response that caused him pause to respond to these words, as he saw the glisten in her eyes. The slight moistness. Had he not been looking at her so intently, he may have even missed it. She did not credit herself, but rather, turned it towards him. Saying that no one would have changed him had he not wanted to change. Want. To speak of wants when it came to Guinevère was . . . not entirely easy.

"I wish that were true," he said quietly, but knew he shouldn't speak more. Though, it was always difficult to keep things from Guinevère. To hide what was in his heart. "I just, did what was best for everyone." He paused for a moment, suddenly thinking that . . . had he married Guinevère instead of Elena, then she could have ended up dead as well. "Which, isn't always necessarily what I actually wanted." Gazing at her softly, knowing she would understand what he meant by that, and knowing even more . . . that he should not be broaching such a subject. Breaking his gaze, he tried to think of something else to say. "A king is nothing without counsel," he told her. "And you truly taught me a great deal Guinevère." He hoped she knew that; he'd grown a great deal, because of her. Even if they had not grown in these past 20 years together.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère heard his words. Not what he wanted. She knew what he meant and she felt her breathing come a little harder, slower, as if she had to work a little more for it. The topic was getting closer and closer to the reason she'd left. To the reason she couldn't work in the castle any longer. To the reason she'd let Auden take them out of the capital. To the reason why he broke her heart. 20 years ago.

He was king now, and he could do as he pleases. He wasn't under his father's command, and the choices he made were his own. "Perhaps not what everyone wanted," She whispered knowing that he had not been the only one who hadn't wanted to marry a princess. She hadn't wished him too, and had to watch him swear to love another--knowing that he was lost to her. Everything they had spoke of before then was fading away. She could not stay, and he couldn't rebel against his father and not marry.

"At least you know," She said softly, looking down at first but then making her eyes look into his. "So you can be a better father and king to your children." And they wouldn't find themselves in a garden 20 years later trying not to talk about things with a woman they'd once though to marry.

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Not what everyone wanted. Yes. that was true. Arthur knew it was not what he wanted. He knew it wasn't what Guinevère had wanted. And . . . he'd known it was not what Elena had wanted. He'd often thought of that. Of how she was trapped in a marriage she did not want. The only ones that had wanted it, were their fathers. And even then, perhaps want was not the right word. They did what they thought they had to out of necessity; as it Arthur and Elena. Want and desire was not something royalty had the luxury of. They had to act with the kingdom in mind; to do whatever necessary for the betterment of it. That, was what Arthur told himself anyway. She mentioned him being a king and father, and Arthur just felt silent.

He doubted his capabilities as a father. Though he had been raising his children on his own for the past five years . . . his own family was nothing less than dysfunctional. He thought he knew what it was to be a son, a brother, a nephew . . . but how wrong he had been. And now, his children no longer had a mother, because of his own family's wrath. He'd give anything to trade places with Elena. She was one of the many victims to the Pendragon's bitter war within its own blood. "I hope so," he said, knowing he had to keep such thoughts in his mind. It was not his place to over share; it was not Guinevère's burden to listen to them. "It's getting late," he said, once again, not trusting himself in his words or actions around her. Especially, with which topic the conversation was starting to broach. "I'll walk you to your home," he added.

[Guinevère]

Arthur offered to walk her home, and Guinevère knew he was right. She shouldn't be here so late, with him alone. Not because of people who might talk--but because she didn't trust herself to keep to the safety of Merlin and simple topics. To not tell him she still loved him. "You must be tired. You've had a busy night, and I know how you . . . . well you used to . . . push yourself so hard. I can walk home," she told him, not wishing to put him out of his way. She'd done it many times before and he was already home.

It wasn't because she didn't want his company any longer, because she did. Too much. "It was good to see you with your children," She told him, knowing that it hurt but she couldn't blame children for her heart ache. The fault was with the choices that were made. "I'm glad to see you happy." Because she wanted nothing more then all the happiness for him. She didn't want to think of either of them unhappy for so long.

She paused there to stare up at him for a moment. Finally she gave him a nod, wanting to say so much but unable to find the words or the courage. "Goodnight, Arthur," she told him, before stepping around him and walking out of the garden. Taking a deep cooling breath as she did.

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Arthur returned the sentiment, bidding her goodnight and while he was still tempted to walk her home, he did not wish to impose his company upon her. He just watched her leave until she was out of sight, and Arthur lingered in the garden for a few more moments, until he returned inside the castle. When he got to his room, he decided that he did not wish to spend the night alone, so he curled up with his daughter in her bed, watching her sleep so soundly before eventually falling into a light slumber himself, his thoughts on a woman that they should not be on . . . yet, he could not help himself. 

The next day had an early start. Arthur had to tend to some council matters before training. Despite his role, he still trained his men and would most probably do so until he was physically unable to. Of course Gwaine had to make a joke about being an old man, though Arthur reminded him of the other's age. Towards the end of the session,

Arthur took notice that a couple of the swords required mending, and decided to take it upon himself to visit the blacksmith to see that they were fixed. Besides, it would allow him some time in the city among the people -- as he got quite distracted the last time he had meant to check on them. Not that he regretted it. Once he got to the blacksmith who stated that he would get them ready in no time, Arthur expressed his gratitude, and turned to head back to change out of his casual attire and see how his children's lessons were progressing.

[Guinevère]

Lunete was new to the city, and she wanted to see everything! She was running around trying to see everything at once! She was looking at the markets, and at the stalls, and running around the castle walls, reaching her small hands out and running her fingers over the stones! It was the biggest thing she'd ever seen! She wanted to go inside again! She wanted to dance with her uncle Elyan!

Lunete found some flowers growing by one of the stones and bend to pick them up. They were so pretty! Turning she went to run back home . . .

Only she didn't know which way to go! Lunete tried to run back the way she went, following the wall but she couldn't find the same stalls! She ran one way and then the next, growing panicked and scared! She turned her head around fanatically, trying to find someone she knew or something she knew! Lunete begin to cry as she tried to run faster and faster to look or something!