what you were born to be

All the folk have memories that are long when it comes to grudges and short when it comes to everything else; Ragnelle, despite her mixed blood, is no different. She hasn't felt much of any pull to Camelot since she left it to come to this place. If anything sings in her and reminds her that she isn't home yet, it's Inglewood.

Nevertheless, when she hears a child babbling in the woods, her ears prick. The voice is familiar to her.

She drops down from her tree to the leaf-littered forest floor and goes looking. It doesn't take her long to find her son. He's three, a chubby, beaming boy with hair as ruddy as his father's, but his eyes are hers. When he sees her he shrieks "Mama!" and runs into her arms.

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