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The weather is mild outside today. Certainly colder than it is in Camelot this time of year, but still - in Merlin's humble opinion - nice enough for a stroll around the lake.
So that is exactly what this young warlock is doing.
He has his hands at the sides of his slightly dirty trousers, calloused from all the hauling and lifting and cleaning and scrubbing of Arthur's belongings; and a crimson red scarf tied comfortably around his neck.
If one should happen to sight him making little shapes of the lake's water, that may or may not entirely be your imagination - depending on how you feel about magic, anyway.
[ooc: This is strictly Merlin from BBC's Merlin. Any versions of the great sorcerer Merlin are totes welcome to say hi, by the way. ;) ]
So that is exactly what this young warlock is doing.
He has his hands at the sides of his slightly dirty trousers, calloused from all the hauling and lifting and cleaning and scrubbing of Arthur's belongings; and a crimson red scarf tied comfortably around his neck.
If one should happen to sight him making little shapes of the lake's water, that may or may not entirely be your imagination - depending on how you feel about magic, anyway.
[ooc: This is strictly Merlin from BBC's Merlin. Any versions of the great sorcerer Merlin are totes welcome to say hi, by the way. ;) ]
