Baited. *Canan*

[*Gem*]

Tom was swimming in the silvery waters of miriel. Fully clothed, in slacks and a shirt he was up to his chest in the healing waters; ringing it through his short black hair. Tom had recovered here, under Hon's care in the land of the elves and the fey. Today he'd been brought with Hon as she visited the castle, and the heir of Arthur Pendragon was basking in the magical light of this world.

He knew why he'd been brought along for the ride. Because everyone was trying to make things better between him and Canan. And Tom thought they wrere slowly going that way... they talked now, as they hadn't before... and they were calm with each other. He'd even asked about the babe once or twice.

But right now, there were three elfin girls sat at the waters edge, paying him more attention than he'd like.

[Canan Black-Godric]

Canan walked up and sat beside the girls. They all bowed, and greeted her by her title and left. The hybrid shook her head, as she dipped her feet in the cool water. Her hands, swollen a little, rested on her stomach as she watched Tom swim. It brought a little smile to her mouth.

[*Gem*]

He swam back and forth a little while before he noticed her, then, mid stroke, he picked up his head and saw her sat there watching- Tom well, so un-cooly, he nearly drowed himself. Coming back to the surface, spluttering he gave her a lopsidd smile. "hello."

[Canan Black-Godric]

Canan actually giggled, "You're getting yourself a fan club, Tom."

[*Gem*]

He waded to the edge, looking up at her. "Am I?"

[Canan Black-Godric]

Her fingers traced over his cheek, wiping away a couple of the droplets. "Those girls think you're a nice addition to the trees. I can't say I'd argue."

[*Gem*]

He smiled, and shrugged. "Honoria takes care of me." He was slowly coming to terms with the fact he'd never be human again.

[Canan Black-Godric]

"And how is my dearest fake Aunt?" Taking her hand, she pulled him to sit beside her on the shore.