Voice Testing a new (old?) part of a story and looking at Rekindle

[lytelcniht]

Young lord, I find little reason for your nervousness.

Know you not that a king stands before you? All will be well. No challenge shall best me with the blessing of the sword in my--

...The premise emphasises touch? You must not be serious.

...You are? Young lord- I think you must gravely misunderstand my role here.



[So this Saber is pre-canon, at the time King Arthur would have been a Feudal Lord. As such she will refer to herself as male and as "Lord Arthur Pendragon"! So she's about 15-16 here.]

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[kingmaking]

[ as do you, though he's starting to understand why. being what he is has its benefits, sometimes. ]

You will have time, because you'll not have a choice. [ a pause, staring steadily, strange dark eyes narrowing in thought. ] --Arturus?

[lytelcniht]

...I am.

How do you know me to address me so familiarly, man?

[She doesn't seem angry so much as... confused.]

[kingmaking]

[ a tut. ] I've held you in my arms, a squalling babe. Some version of you, at the least. I would always know you.

[lytelcniht]

--Lord Merlin?

[How can that be? If anyone were to know her, it would be he-- but this is not the Merlin she knows.

Seven hells, she really can't be bothered by this magic nonsense.]

But not my Merlin, are you?

[kingmaking]

Just 'Merlin'. [ he gave all that up. he's devoted to seeing arthur grow and take the throne and change the world. ] And no, not your Merlin, I fear. No matter, though. I think we are far closer to what we are most familiar with than some other versions of us that might be glimpsed here.

[lytelcniht]

I fear you have confused me, Merlin. [It's enough to accept there are alternates, but such are the ways of magic, she supposes.]

You do not mean to say there may be those of-- us, I suppose, who are more different? I am no babe, and you are no old man.

[kingmaking]

Not yet, at least. [ an amused curl of his lips. ] Your father's often accused me of being strange and old for my age, though.

[ a slight, dismissive gesture of his hand. ] There are those of us who are of an age. Myself, a servant. You, a brat. It is extremely disconcerting.

[lytelcniht]

[She nearly moves to crinkle her nose before remembering herself, straightening her look.]

I can hardly imagine, though I doubt I will have to wait long to witness such things. I suppose you yourself are proof of it, in any case.