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[ the camera comes on to show guinevere in the gardens, who, even after so much time on the ship still looks a little ill at ease on camera. it could be the technology or perhaps she's just modest and what she's about to do may seem otherwise, in a way. Biting her lip for a moment, she quickly gathers her words to speak--]

I know that there are many that are... not used to the clothing that ship may provide us. [wait, she's going to scramble not to insult anyone] Not that it is poorly made or unseemly, only that-- [ she lets out a breath, reminding herself to take a breath and that having a task is better than sitting around doing nothing.] What I mean to say is, I wish again to offer my services as a seamstress to any who would require new clothing or clothing that is better suited to what they are accustomed. I have many fabrics to work with or I can alter clothing you already have.

[ she offers a gentle smile before she seems to remember--] Oh, and my name is Gwen, if you wish to contact me.

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If there was -

[ her voice grows weaker as it does when she is truly conflicted. ]

Would you forgive me for keeping it?

[ and she looks more concerned.] I would forgive you anything, Morgana.

[ this is so hard it is near impossible; it is Morgana's fault Gwen lost her father, Morgana and her rashness that led Tom to die. She swore no harm will come to Gwen. Telling her would be bringing her close to what she had tried to keep her from.

She hates lying to her, too. ]

-- I cannot tell you this here. I must see you.

[ she looks so torn because--] Arthur is coming to see me now and Arya too. May I come to you after?

[ she wonders if she can work out the same courage later and tells herself that she must. for a moment, she resents Arthur, resents him for taking the one joy Morgana always had.

Morgana is a lady, first and foremost, she smiles as if she wanted to simply tell Gwen a silly tale of her day, nothing important, nothing that cannot wait. ]

Of course.

Are you sure, my lady? I can tell them to come another time.

[ in the end, this is perhaps the secret to Morgana's fall from grace. her inability to be as bold and headstrong about what she needs from those around her, the bitterness it builds in her and the smiles she uses to hide it with, the small shake of her head as if she wants to say this is nothing important. ]

Of course. I am quite certain.

I will not be long. [ she feels worry start to creep over her but she nods.] I will come to you soon.

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[ she wonders if this is how it's doomed to play in Camelot, too. For Gwen to be taken from Morgana by Arthur as if he has any right to do so. Arthur had his knights, had Merlin; Morgana had only ever had one true friend, for her it was always Gwen. ],/small>

Of course. Soon.

[ if morgana only knew that nothing would make gwen turn away from morgana except morgana herself. it's some time later that gwen arrives to morgana's room, hoping that she will not have lost her nerve to tell gwen the truth.

she knocks on the door, worrying her lip between teeth as she waits for an answer. her fingers playing nervously with the fabric of a new shawl she has made for morgana.]

[ if Morgana only knew, if she didn't need it drummed into her head, if she could say that she needs it drummed into her mind. It's a maze, Morgana's mind, filled with images that are blurred, a future she cannot clearly see and worries upon worries, secrets and more secrets still. She opens the door, her smile is faint, she finds lying to Gwen harder when it is done face to face. ]

Come in.

[ she moves to sit. ]

How fares Arthur?

[ gwen comes in and fights not to embrace her friend, instead letting morgana dictate the situation. however, she cannot help the selfish, soft smile that curves her lips at the mention of arthur, it's a smile of a woman in love, although she quickly makes it fade because this moment is not about herself.]

He is well. [ another time, a happier time she will tell morgana of the happiness of the moment she just had with arthur, the admission of love, the promise of the future.]

I made you this, my lady. [ she moves to wrap the shawl around morgana's shoulders before sitting down next to her lady, hoping the fabric will bring her comfort. it is silky and a beautiful shade of blue.]

[ Gwen smiles and Morgana forgets that she mustn't be so angry with what fate had dealt her. She is here and even if 'here' is dark and unpredictable, it is far from Uther. She is free to study her magic, to practice her swordplay, to just be.

But Gwen's smile speaks of something that is fractured, of someone else that plays in her mind constantly, even now, and Morgana wishes she did not ask.

But then Gwen's shawl is around her shoulders and the smile is no longer forced, the anger quieted down to something soft and less jealous, less resentful. ]

You are sweet, it's beautiful.

[ gwen cannot help her feelings for the man who possibly torments morgana's thoughts, the son of the man who they both hate, although gwen's hate is far more controlled, set aside in a less bitter fashion, somehow. and yes, here they are all free of him, of his hatred and discrimination, for which gwen is thankful, for merlin's sake and soon morgana's.]

I had hoped it would suit. [ she glances up at her lady, not sure how to press the subject, worrying her lip once more before she reaches for morgana's hand to hold.]

You can tell me anything, Morgana. I will always be your friend and I will always care for you. [ love you. but that feels too presumptuous to say to someone above her station so much, even if she loves and has proclaimed her love for arthur, to arthur.]

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[ Gwen's hand is rougher than Morgana's, the skin coarse when Morgana's is soft; but her hands are warmer as well as her heart and Morgana's tightens the whole just a bit, smiles just a tad and wishes she was as strong as Merlin, that she could just show Gwen instead of telling her. ]

I suppose it will be simpler to start with the nightmares. They've gone vague here, it is hard for me to tell what I see. In Camelot - they were clear, as if I were living them, they were so clear -

[ the horror in them was always too close. ]

And when they came to be - I tried to tell Gaius, he would not believe me, he kept insisting on his remedies but none helped. Everything that I dreamed later came to be.

[ gwen remembers the nightmares, although morgana did her best to hide them from her. gwen noticed. gwen notices things. she nods as morgana goes on, an understanding starts to dawn on her, a sneaking suspicion...]

You dreamed of what would come in the future? [ that sounded like magic to her but she was not sure. and she did not know if she should say as such, to morgana.]

Yes. Gaius would not hear of it, I felt as if I were going mad. As if I see things not because they are to happen but because I was losing my mind. But then - they started coming more often and I knew what they were. The Druids call them visions.

[ her smile turns bitter, her voice turns low. ]

You can imagine how Uther would have loved that if he knew.

[ gwen's expression is nothing but understanding. it is a bit of a shock but not completely and now knowing that merlin has magic, it makes it easier for her to hear that morgana does as well. magic will not turn gwen against morgana, not now. although perhaps it's what others have told her of morgana, that she had magic, that made it easier for her to accept.]

I understand why you kept it secret. [ uther would not be happy to say the least however--] My lady, a few of spoken to me, that you have magic in the legends about Camelot. And having magic... it does not make me care for you less. [ but does she know about merlin? gwen does not want to betray that trust.] There are others on this ship who have magic, too many that use it for good. I have never believed it to be evil but knowing others who have it, who are good people, it has helped to confirm my feelings.

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Gwen -

[ relieved, Morgana takes her hands in hers, holds them tightly. it takes her a few moments to frown. ]

-- Legends?

There are stories told of Camelot. Although it seems that what others have heard is not the same as what has actually happened. [ she's only being vague on purpose because she doesn't wish to sound boastful of how in the stories she marries arthur, how she is a proper lady in the those stories, that their love was 'epic' as one person told her.]

Stories are oft like this. There is a grain of truth but not much more.

[ she smiles a bit. ]

The stories tell of my magic?

[ she hesitates for a moment, her mouth twisting as she thinks of the angry, bitter woman who was here before, who was morgana but not the morgana gwen loved and wanted to remain loyal to.] Only that you may have it.

I did not tell you because if I were to be discovered - I did not want Uther to charge you with treason for aiding a sorceress. I meant to protect you.

[ she nods, smiling softly, tiredly.] I know, my lady. Camelot was a dangerous place for magic and those who had it. I only regret that I could not have helped you more... if I had known... [ perhaps somehow she could've prevented her from becoming the woman she's become.]

You helped me without knowing, you're my best friend, you know this. I don't know if I could have done it without you, Gwen.

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