I leaned against one of the trees lit up by fairies as I watched the celebration wind down. Eir and Thom were currently dragging a very drunk Aengus to his room, telling him he'd had enough to drink for one night. He belligerently muttered something in Irish, but he didn't seem to be in a place to fight, so he let himself be hauled away. Eir's face was smooth, giving nothing away, but her eyes were flashing with annoyance. Thom, on the other hand, looked more amused than anything. He was in a good mood now that we were so close to storming Morgana's castle and saving Mom.
Guinevere, Arthur, and Mordred had all disappeared together during the party. I assumed it was about time for the three of them to talk about the fact that Guinevere was not Mordred's real mother. There were a few maids
