Fourth Triskele [Accidental Video -> Text]

[childofthewickedday]

[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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[sworntovalor]

[Not an unbased suspicion, Lancelot is so busy these days to find him at home is a bit rare. But he smiles softly at the child.]

I am, spending time with you.

[He takes the bird]

[childofthewickedday]

[The boy's expression lifts a bit, and he raises the bird in his own hand]

Then will you help me to decide who they are? They do not have names or stories yet.

[sworntovalor]

[That change pinches at his heart; no matter how busy he is, he has to make more time for the boy. Now that Morgana has drifted from them.]

Of course. Are they of this world, or were they also brought in by the Gods to restore color to the world?

[childofthewickedday]

[Mordred takes his time to think about it]

They are of Albion.

[sworntovalor]

They came together.

[Lancelot nods] Are they family by blood or by friendship?

[childofthewickedday]

I made them from different pieces of cloth...but the same thread binds them together.

[He looks to Lancelot as if that was an answer]

[sworntovalor]

[And to Lancelot, it is.]

Friendship then - family by choice. [Like their little family] How did they meet?

[childofthewickedday]

[Mordred smiles a little secretively]

It sounds like your code when you say it like that.

[sworntovalor]

It is, the code demands honor and loyalty above all else.

[He smiles proudly, he loves that Mordred is taking this in.]

The knight of Camelot choose to make their fellow knights their brothers and to protect each other with their lives, that is a big part of the Code.

[childofthewickedday]

Then perhaps they are knights....or one is a knight and the other is the king.

[He pauses]

...Is the king part of the family of the code?

[sworntovalor]

He is. [He nods] The king is the most important knight of them all.

[childofthewickedday]

Then one is a knight and one is the king

[He nods before his expression falls again]

...I do not know how to play a king. Yours must be the king, Lancelot.

[sworntovalor]

You do, Mordred. A king is a knight who must take care of all his knights and his people. He adheres to the Code and makes certain that all others do the same. He maintains justice and protects the weak.

You could play it very well, that part should be yours. [He smiles fondly] And I am well versed in playing a knight.

[childofthewickedday]

[He hesitates a long moment]

...Promise to tell me if I am being a bad king?

[sworntovalor]

That is part of a knight's duty as well.

[He kneels before him] You have my solemn oath. But I have faith in you, I'm certain it shall not be needed.

Continuing my trend of Mordred being horrible at naming things

[childofthewickedday]

[A smile dawns on his face then]

Then he shall be King Arbird.

fdghdfjkghdkjgh so cuuuuuuuuute they can suck at it together ok

[sworntovalor]

[And that smile is returned. Oh, Arthur will be flattered.]

King Arbird. [He nods, looking down at the bird in his hands] And this shall be his loyal servant, Sir Freebird.

[Shush it's the first thing that came into his mind that sounded remotely bird related and name like.]

They need a tiny secret handshake

[childofthewickedday]

[Mordred beams then]

Then first...we need swords...and a crown for King Arbird.

that too shall come in time!

[sworntovalor]

[He stands up and offers his hand to Mordred]

Let us go inside and see what we have to make them from.

S'gonna be awesome.

[childofthewickedday]

[Mordred gets deftly up onto his feet before reaching for Lancelot's hand]

And a shield for Sir Freebird.

totally awesome B-)

[sworntovalor]

[The knight takes his hand gosh so tiny! and leads him back inside]

What should be his crest?

[childofthewickedday]

How are crests usually chosen?

[sworntovalor]

Well, they are something chosen by the first member of a lineage. He chooses something that symbolizes what he wishes people to think of when thinking of his family.

Also Mordred's signed you up for his team for tug of war with Gwaine, Big Bro

[childofthewickedday]

[What he wishes people to think of when thinking of his family.

After a long ponderous silence he nods]

...A blossom of the hazelnut tree and a sword.

we get to let go and make him fall, right?

[sworntovalor]

A fine choice - why hazelnut?

[He's come to learn that nothing is without meaning with this boy]