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"This isn’t the castle...what has happened?"

Shock. Pure and utter shock and a shiver are what go through Guinevere when she realizes she's not in the corridor of Camelot she meant to turn into. She grabs at her wrist, looking down when she notices the cool metal there. This was no part of the castle she'd seen before… but she didn't remember being taken away. It must be the work of magic, though this was no magic she had seen before.

She steps forward, examining the object on the pedestal that almost demanded her attention. The Tablet was an odd thing indeed. She didn't quite understand its purpose and poked at its interface for a few moments before shifting her attention.

"Merlin?....Gaius?" She yelled out into the echoing room as she approached the walls, palm first. "Where in the world am I..."

Up until then she was able to maintain that semblance of stability, but when no voices returned her call and she slipped down to the floor and let the tears flow unchecked. It reminded her of being in the dungeon, locked away and kept all alone away from everything with nothing to look forward to but an execution.

"Morgana...Arthur. Anyone!" She says through the sobs. "What is it you want of me? I have nothing of value… I am just a servant."

She hangs her head, fiddling with the Tablet in her lap. Everything about this place is so foreign to her, it’s hard to calm herself down and think. But then she remembers Morgana, one of the strongest people she knows, and thinks of what she would do in this situation. It helps her to take a few deep breaths and stand up off that cold metallic floor, shoulders back and chin up. The regal strength of a lady of Camelot; she would need to thank Morgana once she saw her again.

"My mistress is Morgana, Ward to Uther Pendragon, King of Camelot. My mistress and my king do not take kindly to kidnapping, but I assure you they will come for me." She said into the cold room, keeping a tight seal on the nerves that threatened to make her voice shake. Her hands clutch the fabric of her dress and the tablet at her sides, her eyes glassy with the fear she tried to suppress.

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She doesn't mind being humored if that means Morgana will get some clearly needed rest. There's seldom resistance from Morgana when it comes to Guinevere's 'suggestions', but if she were truly set against something Morgana would make it very clear. Perhaps this was the primary failing in Arthur's dealings with Morgana.

Gwen turns away from the window quickly per the suggestion. That was the last thing she needed right now, when thing were so even and comfortable for a moment. Easing herself into it would be the best way to go about it.

"Best to get a feel for it quickly myself," she says, letting her gaze and expression fall into a pensive look.

"May I ask you something?" It's a question asked softly as she steps over to Morgana's vanity, grabbing the chair there to bring it over between the bed and the window so that she can better sit and speak with her. "All the consequence of Taxon, our being here yet from different paths... do you worry what may happen when you go back?"

Gwen laughs dryly at herself. "I should not worry myself or you over such thoughts."

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Morgana happily climbs into bed, pulling the blankets around her, while listening to Gwen speak. She frowns, thinking, at the question.

Best for an honest answer. She does not wish Gwen to think the question silly or trite. "I worry about a great many things about returning," she leaves out the largest concern: if returning is possible. "As Arthur and I were both present when you were taken, I believe the issue of out time-lines may not be insurmountable."

"Did you need anything? Water or something to eat, perhaps?" Now that getting the girl into bed is accomplished she can mind the list of other concerns.

"That is true, but..." She pauses for a moment and tries her hardest to find a way to say what she means in a way that makes sense, rather than the jumble of worries in her thoughts. "How do you forget an entire life alongside loved ones and find myself whisked back home where those very same people do not recall it? Or that you've made connections here and will never see them again?"

That loss is something Guinevere isn't quite sure she can handle again. She just needs a distraction to keep her from dwelling on the thought of it when it is so outside of anyone's control.

Morgana deals with the concerns first. "I do not know. We have not been given any clue as to what happens when we leave -- even if we forget at all." She wishes she could offer something more, but lying about this, even for the sake of comfort seems wrong.

As for the original request, it might provide the distraction Gwen requires. "Do you see the the plate on the table? I get a weekly gift of pastries by someone who claims to be Hermes." Her face shows some serious disbelief in this matter. "This week's is called palmiers. You should try one. They're sweet." And Morgana might finally be interested in eating herself.

She nods, able to fnd at least a little comfort in Morgana's honesty. "Better to hope for something more than forlorn thoughts and mourning when you get your wish to return home." and that was the end of her worry for the time being.

"Hermes? The Roman's deity?" Gwen is just as wholely unconvinced as she rises from her chair and heads to the table to grab the plate of treats. She returns quickly to her bedside and offers one to Morgana before grabbing one for herself. "Already acquiring suitors in Taxon?"

She shoots Morgana a teasing look before returning to her seat. She's a bit surprised at how quickly a single bite has improved her mood. "Well you can tell him if he made them himself he's quite worthy of the title of a King."

No, she will never stop with the teasing.

Morgana is pleased with putting away her darker thoughts for the day. She's been living in them for several, and she wants a few moments of contentment with Gwen, like she would get at home.

And those few moments rapidly change to something more resembling flustered. "Hermes is not a suitor. He somehow gets in to the Royal Chambers and leaves me pastries. That is all. I do not have any suitors in Taxon."

Only Gwen could dream of getting away with that teasing.

"...What? So I have to worry about Extras and random Roman gods?" She says in mock shock, though the smile on her face isn't really helping that much. She might also be laughing. "It certainly is a lot of trouble to go through for someone you have no interest in."

She takes another bite to calm her giggling. "And I do not believe you have no suitors. You're a beautiful mistress of a palace, or have you forgotten?"

Oh, Gwen would learn soon enough exactly how different Taxon is from Camelot soon enough. Morgana is acutely aware that how differently the people here deal with certain things.

"You do not have to worry about Hermes, I think. " She pauses, and puts on the sternest voice she can. "And you can just get that idea that I have any suitors out of your head, right now, Guinevere."

At least, the voice would sound stern if she could keep a straight face.

She will eventually. Up until this point she's mostly had the pleasure of interacting with people from (around) their time.

"Of course. I will have to send Hermes our thanks as well. Perhaps call on him to deliver that message in person." She laughs again at the thought of it. "You always had potential suitors in Camelot. I imagine it would be no different."

Morgana laughs. "That would be impossible. From what I understand, Hermes does not stay anywhere." There is that alter in Osten, but she's not certain how Gwen would take such an old religion. "And he would expect you to leave him a gift."

"And listen to you getting these odd ideas," Gwen's getting her quite flustered now indeed. Considering her recent illness, and the oddness of traditions here (the Valentine's Ball comes to mind) have had a serious impact on anything social, of any nature. "I thought I was the fanciful one."

Then, of course, this conversation has to be turned around. "Perhaps you will be more fortunate here."

She raises both her eyebrows at that. "Well perhaps he is a deity after all. We should ask him what benefits there are to being in his favor... but leaving him a gift is the least we could do in return for daily pastries."

"It's only polite, is it not?" Oh, she catches the flustered Morgana and smiles at her accomplishment. "It's not fanciful. But it is spring and prime time for entertaining guests."

As if her little excuse was an even valid reason, but Gwen is confident it will work. But with her own comment she rolls her eyes.

"I have as much need for men here as I did in Camelot," she says very, very dryly. "But the ones I have met here have been agreeable... and certainly noblemen."

"I left him a letter a while ago," Morgana admits. "All he wanted was for me to answer a few questions. I think he likes the fact he was not summarily thrown out during his first visit." Although, Gwen makes a valid point. "It would be polite but what would we take a deity?"

As for entertaining, "Arthur and I had discussed entertaining but" well, Morgana's not entirely sure what happened there, so she does not finish the sentence, because Gwen has brought up a much more interesting topic.

"Gwen, you have been here but a short time. Are you telling me you have already charmed someone?" Morgana's been with her from almost the moment of her arrival, so Morgana is sounding extremely impressed.

"Well he seems to enjoy baked goods. Perhaps we should leave him something similar."

Now it is Gwen's turn to be flustered. In reality she hadn't seen any of them in that way, but they were each noble and Guinevere knows there's little point in her even thinking of them that way. "Well, one offered to show me about the city once I was settled, but I will probably not call on him."

"What would we take him? He seems to have all of the available pastries in Taxon to himself?" She turns a little on her side to better look at Gwen and props her chin up on her hand. It's informal, but Gwen is one of the few people with whom she can be informal.

There's another reason she needs to be looking at Gwen as her next statement is rather pointed. "And why should you not call on him? He clearly is an excellent judge of character."

"Hmm...well I have never met a man who did not like pie." Yes, she's taking this ridiculous conversation very seriously.

Gwen makes a point to focus very intently on her pastry to avoid that pointed look of Morgana's. Her friend had a way with persuasive glares. "For one we have only just met. Also he was kind, but manners are not easily assessed when speaking into a box."

"Then we should take him a pie?" Morgana is taking this ridiculous conversation seriously because Gwen it. "He has an altar down in Osten -- the Southernmost part of the city. I guess we could leave it there. It is where I left my letter." It is a good thing Gwen is not easily manipulated because Arthur could use Morgana's blind spot: a suggestion of Gwen's, to her disadvantage otherwise.

Oh Gwen, you are not getting out of this so easily. "That is true, but I have found those who are willing to help you upon arrival are usually the ones who you would most benefit from meeting." That's how Morgana met the Countess, the thought of whom gives her pause. Even Drusilla has turned out, thus far, to be helpful, in her own way.

"May I have the noble's name at least? Perhaps I have met him."

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"Unless there is something better than pie," she seems pretty confident in that and makes a mental note to do that once she's a better idea of the city.

"...It would be rude to decline then," she says a bit thoughtfully. "Ah, well, he informed me his name is Mordred... though I am not certain if there is a correlation."

Guinevere was well aware of Morgana's attachment to the young druid child, so she watches her closely for a reaction to that information. It's no doubt she's met him before in Taxon, but she's still not entirely sure what to think of the man. Morgana's opinion would be appreciated.

"I think your idea is best," Morgana cannot come up with a better one. "All he asked from me was information, so I am sure it will be better appreciated.

Do Greek gods eat? That is something Morgana's never put thought into before.

Morgana smiles, but is a bit wistful. "They are not the same. He is not my Mordred." This might take some explaining. "Apparently, we not only come from different points in our lives, but alternate history as well."

She may adore Gwen, but she's not explaining the potentially twisted parentage involved.

Guinevere is completely perplexed by the possibility. Grasping the concept of being from further in time than Morgana was difficult enough, and now she must consider that though the names and places are the same, they are very much not the same people. It makes her a bit worrisome of Sagramore and Mordred's perceptions of her... or whether they were even aware of her at all.

"This place is strange indeed..." she says, still thinking on it a moment more. "I'm not sure I want to know the details of Camelot in other histories."

"Gwen," with all due seriousness, Morgana looks at her. "Please trust me. You do not."

"I think it is a better idea altogether," and the idea amuses Morgana as much as anything, "for us to turn to more important subjects."

"What kind of pie shall we leave Hermes?" Exactly what kind of pie would a Greek god like?

She nods because that is a much better way of spending their time here. Gwen needs to make a point not to worry over things in her not-entirely-possible as much as she tries not to worry over things in her past.

"I'm not really certain what would be common in Greece," She muses, somewhat amused by how seriously they are taking this. Things are always so serious, especially in Camelot, it's nice to just relax and discuss light topics for once. "My father was always fond of cherry."

"He might prefer something original then." Although, not that Morgana, nor Gwen would know what is a native fruit in Greece.

"Your father was a good man, Gwen," Morgana smiles, sympathetically, "so if Hermes does not have his fine taste, then he might not be a deity after all."

It is decided, cherry it is.

"I could help you make it." This could end ~~hilariously~~ interestingly, since Morgana has no concept how to do anything in a kitchen. No one tell Arthur when pies are being made in the palace.

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She smiles wide at Morgana in thanks. If she was going to remember her father she would rather remember the good. "Excellent, I actually know how to make it too."

Her expression slips into something a little more skeptical but she maintains that smile. She's not doubting Morgana's abilities, per say, she just doesn't remember the last time she even heard of Morgana mentioning cooking. "Oh, of course. Pie is fairly straight forward...have you ever made one?"

NOT Telling Arthur any of this is really the best course of action. He's likely to turn it into a spectator's sport.

"I am glad one of us does. You shall have to teach me."

It's all part of being independent and taking care of oneself, this whole learning how to bake idea.

As long as it does not become a spectator sport, because, let us be honest, it will be two against one and Arthur would be creamed.

"It's mostly just following a recipe, fairly straight forward. I'm sure the royal kitchen has everything we would need and then-some."

She places the plate of pastries down on the table next to the best, picking up one more for each of them. She hands Morgana hers while taking a bite of her own.

"Hopefully they will be as delicious as these."

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