asgardeventide | Fourth Triskele [Accidental Video -> Text]

[The bracelet begins recording small bare feet hurriedly pacing the halls of the house where the king of Camelot (not you, Uther) and his fellow Albionites reside. The feet hurry first to the bed of Morgana, and the boy peers over it as he has made a habit of doing since the lady has departed from the house. Finding it empty he hurries next to the door of the knight Lancelot and raises his hand to knock, but after a moment hesitates and instead bends down to try and see if there is light at the crack below the door or some semblance of the movement of feet. He cannot tell.

Lastly he finds himself before the door to Arthur and Merlin's room and for a long moment he stares at it, frowning, but alas he does not even kneel to check for the light or the movement of feet. The king of Camelot would not have time for such things.

Quietly he paces away and goes to sit outside on the step. Only then can it be seen that he holds a crude toy bird in each hand, messily stitched together by himself as his people had taught him.

Not knowing that he's been recorded, he decides to send a text]

[Text]

Does anyone wish to play?

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[He softens at that, he can understand how much that means to him. He only wishes he had something to remember his own father by, other than memories stained with blood and horror.]

We shall try to do him proud.

[He follows the boy to the table, allowing him to set the tone and decide who does what and how.]

[Mordred pushes some paper towards him]

You must make a shield for the knight. I shall make the king's crown.

[He studied Arthur's closely after all]

As Your Majesty pleases.

[He takes the paper in his hands with a fond smile and a small bow, before taking a seat and getting to work.]

Fourth Triskele [Accidental Video -> Text]

fine he'll spell it out for you

Nice big letters plz, still learning to read

don't worry, big bro's got your back