Merlin lay in the green grass staring up at the sky. His eyes flashed gold and some leaves floated off a tree to dance in the wind the above his head. He smiled at this moment of peace and quiet only to be interrupted by a soft, "Merlin."
"Gwen." He grinned, raising himself up on one elbow. She was wearing a yellow dress, the color of the sun.
"What are you doing out here?"
"Lying on the grass." He gazed up at her bemused expression.
"Yes, I can see that."
"Care to join me?" He gazed at her inviteningly and lay back on the grass.
"Arthur is looking for you."
"It probably isn't best to annoy the prince in the first week of his service."
"Probably not, no."
"Well?" Gwen was watching him expectantly.
"Well, what?" He asked.
"Aren't you going to get up?" The sun was warm on his front, making him feel quite drowsy, happy, content. Something he hadn't really felt since coming to Camelot. It seemed to be one incident after the next.
"Well, are you going to join me?"
A sigh and a laugh and Gwen joined him on the grass.