~Not so Long Ago:Where is the Key to your Heart?~

She was dripping wet and somber as she walked the rain soaked streets of the city. Eventually her boots took her far from the city and on to the off beaten path. Avy could feel the rhythm of magic thriving through her bones and shining in her blood even as boots found no longer asphalt or concrete but instead mud.

Her teeth were bared in a canary eating smile as the pale green of her eyes sparked with mirth. It was tell tale in all her stories that curiousity would ever get the best of her. Today was no different as she entered the carnival, the festival faire of those that claimed themselves as part of the Renaissance.

So often before she would avoid such places for the memories that surfaced yet this time she longed for them. Easily enough she could blend in as her fingers would chase ribbons and her eyes would soak in bright colors.

A delicate dance of laughter joined in a chorus of joy from those that surrounded that sweet sound of ladyship mirth drew her forward. Her hands shoved the crowd aside to make space for her slender figure.

The sound was so familiar even if nothing more then artificial and fake. Once she had laughed just the same. The dress was breathtakingly beautiful and the woman wearing it very much the same.

Her hair though was not the shining wheat gold of sunshine, her eyes not the green of the forgotten lands, the homelands. Avy's breath caught in her throat as she stiffened when she saw a man approach the beautiful Queen.

His back, the toned confidence, his walk was what had her pushing forward to see if it truly was him that had joined her once more on this land.

Could he truly have been so bold to play the part of the one who had almost brought her to burn for sheer love of him?

Her fingers curled against the shoulder of a woman close by to her. A whisper of shock and disbelief.

"Tell me good lady, who is the lady?"
"The lady... are you serious? That is Guinevere."

The name once spoken had Avy clenching her teeth even as the scoff of disdain could not be restrained.

"Then the man beside her?"
"Lancelot of course."

The girl's eyes rested on Avy as if she was from another planet to not know so well the story. A pity the girl did not realize just how well Avy knew the story as it was her own.

"Lancelot?"

Her voice had grown bold over his name and it summoned the man to look over his shoulder. He was perfection in every right and way save for one flaw she could not forgive. His eyes were the brown of the earth and not the azure she sought.

The reality of it cut her like a knife as she turned and ran from that gathered group through their whispers and murmurs and laughter. Her tears blinded her but she needed to escape this place as the truth cut into her once more.

She was without him in this life...