Oh, he does have a true name. [From anyone else in Faerie, that may well have had a sinister undertone but from Morgana it is simply teasing and done with a big smile.]
Pleasure to meet you, Josh.
[Poor Arthur looks confused again, and realises whatever they had spoken of before he awoke apparently hadn't included an actual introduction, which earns Josh a quizzical squint with a gentle side of did-you-insult-my-sister that he doesn't actually speak.
He continues not to speak even when his eyes go back to Morgana. Part of him expected to find her as she had been, tall for her age but shorter than he would grow to be when he reached the same, her hair up in that too-tight braid she set it in every morning before school and looking after him. That perpetual look of tiredness about her eyes.
But here they were and she was fully grown, a woman now, maybe a few inches taller and much less exhausted. She was not trapped at age twelve, not hurt or killed. What could he even say to her? Come back to where life is boring and stressful and you've got to deal with society just to survive? Did she have friends here? Family? Was this heaven?]
You look lost, little cub. I do not know what to say and I think you do not know what to ask... is that so?
[He just nodded, leaning back into the embrace of her woven chair.]
Perhaps there is a lighter topic for now... like how did you talk your way in here without any fanfare?
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Pleasure to meet you, Josh.
[Poor Arthur looks confused again, and realises whatever they had spoken of before he awoke apparently hadn't included an actual introduction, which earns Josh a quizzical squint with a gentle side of did-you-insult-my-sister that he doesn't actually speak.
He continues not to speak even when his eyes go back to Morgana. Part of him expected to find her as she had been, tall for her age but shorter than he would grow to be when he reached the same, her hair up in that too-tight braid she set it in every morning before school and looking after him. That perpetual look of tiredness about her eyes.
But here they were and she was fully grown, a woman now, maybe a few inches taller and much less exhausted. She was not trapped at age twelve, not hurt or killed. What could he even say to her? Come back to where life is boring and stressful and you've got to deal with society just to survive? Did she have friends here? Family? Was this heaven?]
You look lost, little cub. I do not know what to say and I think you do not know what to ask... is that so?
[He just nodded, leaning back into the embrace of her woven chair.]
Perhaps there is a lighter topic for now... like how did you talk your way in here without any fanfare?