[ Gwenhwyfar still recalls Vergil, an older half-demon, being so critical of her inability to control herself. It doesn't change the fact that she's younger than any of them, likely the youngest of the handful that she knows. Being half-demon doesn't exempt her from the scolding of her elders, much to her dismay.
She knows that she is cantankerous, rude, and snooty -- it's the front that she puts up in front of some when the need calls for it. Or, well, when Gwenhwyfar is significantly annoyed or hurt. She is hurting, she is unable to process it beyond her teacher's insistence for her to bury it inside of her.
That being said, Gwenhwyfar's lips and expression grow even flatter, purely out of spite and to be contrary. ] Don't be ridiculous, I can find you again, very easy.
[ At least she thinks so.
As for Camlann... ] King of knights? Arthur ap Uthyr?
[ She goes through the vast information in her mind, what she knows so little of Arthur's realm compared to Cameliard. ]
I have heard of no such battle. The last I heard, one of his knights told me he was traveling with his cousin, Cullwch and other members of his family.
[ Camlann, King of Knights... he has some sort of association with Arthur, doesn't he? Gwenhwyfar isn't about to let him go so easily, not when a surge of protectiveness overcomes her and Gwenhwyfar approaches, her arms so firmly crossed in front of her. ]
And what association do you have with Arthur?
[ If he is a foe of Arthur, well, Gwenhwyfar has to really reconsider where she stays. The panicked feeling in the back of her head nearly manifests into a dizzy spell. She's already done so much running. ]
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[ Gwenhwyfar still recalls Vergil, an older half-demon, being so critical of her inability to control herself. It doesn't change the fact that she's younger than any of them, likely the youngest of the handful that she knows. Being half-demon doesn't exempt her from the scolding of her elders, much to her dismay.
She knows that she is cantankerous, rude, and snooty -- it's the front that she puts up in front of some when the need calls for it. Or, well, when Gwenhwyfar is significantly annoyed or hurt. She is hurting, she is unable to process it beyond her teacher's insistence for her to bury it inside of her.
That being said, Gwenhwyfar's lips and expression grow even flatter, purely out of spite and to be contrary. ] Don't be ridiculous, I can find you again, very easy.
[ At least she thinks so.
As for Camlann... ] King of knights? Arthur ap Uthyr?
[ She goes through the vast information in her mind, what she knows so little of Arthur's realm compared to Cameliard. ]
I have heard of no such battle. The last I heard, one of his knights told me he was traveling with his cousin, Cullwch and other members of his family.
[ Camlann, King of Knights... he has some sort of association with Arthur, doesn't he? Gwenhwyfar isn't about to let him go so easily, not when a surge of protectiveness overcomes her and Gwenhwyfar approaches, her arms so firmly crossed in front of her. ]
And what association do you have with Arthur?
[ If he is a foe of Arthur, well, Gwenhwyfar has to really reconsider where she stays. The panicked feeling in the back of her head nearly manifests into a dizzy spell. She's already done so much running. ]