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Mordred and Daisy were still talking. Serena felt a slight pang of Loneliness and other odd emotions as she looked at them. She put the Pan-Pipes in her robe's pocket. She would give it to him next time she saw them. She sprinted out the Greenhouse, no longer caring about whether they saw her. She left the Garden just before she felt the familiar pang of salt-water on her cheeks.
Mordred definitely saw that someone was eavesdropping on their conversation. He gestured Daisy not to talk and walked towards a bush. "Who's there?" he called out but saw no one. Convinced that it was just a kneazle wandering around the grounds he went back to the bench to where Daisy was seated. For some reason he felt his pocket and realized that his pan flute was missing. His
father's pan flute.
"I am so dead." Mordred grasped his head again.
"It's one thing after another!" he exclaimed.