Merlin (
bigdamndestiny) wrote2009-06-21 12:07 am
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Secluded Part of the Preserve, Early Sunday Morning
A ride into the preserve was just what was needed in the early morning. Before the heat of the day would even start to kick in and everything was still and quiet from the night before.
The only things awake with them, it seemed, were the horses and the occasional teal deer that just stared as they passed. It was still a bit unnerving if you asked Merlin.
"It's almost like being home here."
[[For that guy with the hair]]
The only things awake with them, it seemed, were the horses and the occasional teal deer that just stared as they passed. It was still a bit unnerving if you asked Merlin.
"It's almost like being home here."
[[For that guy with the hair]]
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"Don't tell me. You made them explode."
Arthur reached for his own horse's lead.
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At least by now he sounded like he was having mixed feelings about the strategy rather than the magic.
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It had not bee pretty at all.
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"You are one of the most peculiar people I have ever met," was his verdict, with a slight laugh that was totally at Merlin's expense. But in a good way. At least he wasn't moing.p
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He'd make her.
"Because there's nothing to tell."
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