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The town, through the woods, back to the campsite
After calling Tony and leaving a message that would hopefully amuse him, Dinah left Covent Garden Flowers and headed out the door. To where?

Into the woods,
It's time to go,
I hate to leave,
I have to, though.
Into the woods-
It's time, and so
I must begin my journey....



[ooc: open, natch. ]

Arthur had thought the woods to be a safe place to be for the moment.

It would figure that he was wrong.

Once Dinah was in earshot - not startling him by a long shot - he'd started to hum, "Welcome to England, welcome to my world, you've got to bring your own sun--" and maybe fleeing further into the woods would be a good plan.

He'd have to be faster than that.

"The way is clear,
The light is good,
I have no fear,
Nor no one should.
The woods are just trees,
The trees are just wood.
I sort of hate to ask it,
But do you have a basket?"
She frowned, and spotted Arthur. Sighed. "I don't even *need* a basket!"

"I don't think the island cares, Dinah," Arthur gritted out.

"It's kind of like momentum, isn't it?" Dinah said reflectively, thinking of her sing-flirting with Griff in class. Oh yay, no more singing. For the second. "Are you hunting out here?" Or just avoiding people? All the people?

"Tracking," Arthur assured her. Tracking that just happened to look like hiding. "Might as well get some work in for the next time my idiot manservant decides to ruin a hunt."

"Mother said be good,
Father said be nice,
That was always their advice.
So be nice, Cinderella,
Good, Cinderella,
Nice good good nice-
Do you always have to call him an idiot?" Dinah asked. "You don't even believe it." Maybe saying what she was thinking would make the singing go away. "Clumsy, maybe, but...."

"I call him an idiot because he's an idiot," Arthur returned, rolling his eyes. "And he's more than clumsy. I don't think I've ever met anyone who's had that many invisible feet to trip on."

"The only reason I don't argue with you any more is I know anything I say goes in one ear and out the other," Dinah muttered. " And I guess Merlin doesn't care. I don't understand you."

"You're a very nice prince." No, he wasn't. Good but not nice!

Arthur opened his mouth to retort to that. Or figure out whether he cared enough to retort to that.

What came out was, "I am a man, as a man I've been told, bacon is brought to the house in this mold..."

Dinah's eyebrows went up, and she managed to keep her lips sealed long enough to listen. Music was trying to break free for her, too, though.

Why did she have to be here, again? Wasn't there somewhere else...?

"I am man who has grown from a son, been crucified by enraged women," a whole bloody salle full of them, at one point. "I am son who was raised by such men, I'm often reminded of the fools I'm among."

Well, at least so far it hadn't been anything embarrassing.

"Hey!" Okay, that killed whatever had been suppressing her singing.

"And you walked out
when I asked you to stay
As usual
you will get your way
You closed the door ..."


Oh, maaaan, shut up, Lance!

Yes, Arthur was thinking much the same.

Of her. And of himself. If he was at court right now, anywhere near his father, he'd sink through the floor in shame.

"We don't fare well with endless reprimands; we don't do well with a life served as a sentence-- this won't work well if you're hell bent on your offence, but I am a man who understands reticence."

Which did, in fact, give Dinah just enough breathing space to slap her hands over her mouth, to keep Where the words can't find you, to crawl inside you, behind her teeth.

And what was he singing?

Edited at 2009-07-17 03:28 am (UTC)

Arthur was wondering about that himself, actually. "I am a man who still does what he can, to dispel our archaic reputation..."

Archaic what?

Arthur might have been a little too old-fashioned to get that part. Or just old. Or medieval.

"I am a man who has heard all he can, cause I don't fare well with endless punishment."

Well, his father thought otherwise. As did most of the women on the island...

Dinah frowned. Okay, that was true for him, he did try, and it wasn't that he was wrong, it was just.... he was difficult. For some reason the song she was starting to sing changed on her, thinking on that.

".... I got lost in my travels
I met Leo the Lion
Met a king and met a giant
With their errant light..."


And she didn't have any better idea about this song either, starting in the middle.

Well, at least he'd stopped singing now.

Instead he was offering Dinah an utterly nonplussed look at the babbling about kings and lions and giants.

Dinah shrugged at him helplessly, held in place, and then:

"There's the wind and the rain
And the mercy of the fallen
Who say they have no claim
To know what's right.
There's the weak and the strong
And the beds that have no answer
And that's where I may rest my head tonight...."

"I would be the hero and still it would not come," he volunteered, like an answer. "I would scream and rebel and still it would not come."

"I don't wanna be no man's woman
I've other work I want to get done
I haven't traveled this far to become
No man's woman
No Man's woman..."


Okay, that's a little too close to the bone there. Nnnnngh!

Arthur took a step back.

"If I am masculine, I will be taken more seriously," he recited.

Dinah snorted, and her voice riposted for her without real volition--

"And i need to be patient
And i need to be brave
Need to discover
How i need to behave
And I'll find out the answers
When i know what to ask
But i speak a different language
And everybody's speaking too fast--"

"If I am aloof, no one will know when they strike a nerve."

Yeah. Arthur had no intention to keep on doing this.

He swallowed once, biting back another line. He jabbed his fingers in one direction to indicate Dinah should scatter that way before indicating himself and pointing out the other.

Dinah nodded frantically and sang,

"There's the weak and the strong
And the many stars that guide us
We have some of them inside us...."
backing away the whole time, and then she turned and ran, hands over her ears.

Arthur didn't so much run as stalk off fairly hard.

That had been... mostly...

Oh, for the love of God. He was finding a nice bush and sitting this out.

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