Title: A Conversation
Character/s: Merlin, Morgana
Summary: Merlin and Morgana meet late at night to discuss their theories.
Word Count: 366
Prompt: 368, Pride
Author's Notes: Continued from last week.
Merlin refolded the note and stashed it under his mattress. The note was from Morgana—she wanted to meet at midnight in the back garden to discuss their situation. Merlin thought this could be done easily enough, as Gaius bedded down early.
A few minutes to midnight, Merlin crept from his room. He let himself out of the house quietly and made his way to the back garden. Immediately he could see why she’d chosen this place to meet. There were several copses of trees that hid the view from the house. He found Morgana in one of these and moved to sit on the stone bench with her.
“Good evening,” she said, then laughed. “It is hardly evening any more, is it?”
“No, but I don’t think ‘good morning’ works quite yet either,” Merlin replied. They both laughed.
Have you given any thought to why we are drawn together?”
“I have, but the answers I’ve come up with are laughable, at best.”
“All right. I’ve noticed how we all have names from Arthurian mythology: Merlin, Morgana, Arthur, Uther, even Pendragon. It could be that we are these people born again, like some in the Far East believe.”
Morgana put a hand to her chin in thought. “I hadn’t considered that. I thought perhaps I had met you as a young child. You see, I’ve been to Wales before.”
“Oh, in that case, forget what I said. It’s a load of nonsense.”
“No, the idea seems to resonate within me.” She pointed to her heart. “I feel it could be true.”
“It would seem to fit, what with Arthur’s towering pride.”
She laughed again. “So it does. He does have a sense of overwhelming self-importance.” She lifted her hand to brush her hair. “Let me think on this. I’ll do some research in Father’s library. Meanwhile, say nothing of this to anyone.”
“Of course, Morgana.”
“You should go back to bed. I need not remind you of the consequences should we be found together.”
“Indeed. But surely you need your rest as well?”
She pointed to her head. “Nightmares, remember? I will not stay out for long.”
“I bid you goodnight then.”