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[gwion-bach.livejournal.com]

Gwion is at the bar with a cup of tea in front of him. His head is bowed, his shoulders hunched. His thumb runs over the end of the harp string on his right wrist, worrying it.

The soundboard of his new harp, he has decided, is going to be made of cedar.

It's a start.

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[gwion-bach.livejournal.com]

Half a smile; he directs his eyes the same way.

[river_meimei]

River's face relaxes minutely. Not solving the question, but letting it go.