This That and The Other Thing (2) - Cold and Dancing on the Edge

Part 16: link


    “Merlin, where are you going?” Gwaine asks, sitting up from where he was lounging on his bed, an inexplicable chicken leg in his hand.
    “Where’d you get that?” Merlin answers, slinging a leather satchel over his shoulder.
    “Answer my question first,” Gwaine demands, taking a bite of his chicken.
    “I’m going out. Now how did you get that leg?”
    “You call that an answer? Hollis gave me this chicken, obviously. Now where. Are you going?”
    Merlin...

Part 6: link


    The four riders stop approximately halfway to Camelot and make camp in a secluded spot not far from the road.
    Gwen quickly builds a fire and once Percival returns with an armload of logs, they have warmth aplenty.
    “You did that very fast, my lady,” Percival observes.
    “My father was a blacksmith, Percival. I’m very good at getting fires going,” she smiles.
    “One of her many talents,” Merlin adds, trying to get back on her good side. “Um, I need to go...