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milliways_bar2006-02-09 01:52 pm
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The Door opens and snow swirls beyond it for a moment before Sir Sparhawk, on Faran, rides through.
The horse stops almost immediately, and stares around at the Bar as if startled. Sparhawk, bent over to avoid the snow, looks up and then groans as he glances back at the vanished Door. memory floods into him and he sighs as he slips off the horse.
"Milliways."
It is spoken as one half oath, one half prayer and the look Sparhawk casts around is both gladness he is there and sadness and despair.
"We're back."
Faran makes a noise, and there is a definite sense of 'well, naturally', to his tone. Sparhawk grins at his horse then nods towards the back Door.
"Come on, we had better get you settled. No telling how long we will be here this time. Of all the times, now the Bar had to pick us out and snatch us in. I hope it is ready to deal with Bhelliom..."
And Sparhawk leads Faran out into the back.
Minutes later, he is back, brushing snow off of him before he comes in and he settles onto a barstool for a few moments, clad in solid black platemail and his cloak, armor that shines darkly.
"Bar, Ale please."
The drinks appears and Sparhawk takes it gladly.
Anakha is back in the Bar.
The horse stops almost immediately, and stares around at the Bar as if startled. Sparhawk, bent over to avoid the snow, looks up and then groans as he glances back at the vanished Door. memory floods into him and he sighs as he slips off the horse.
"Milliways."
It is spoken as one half oath, one half prayer and the look Sparhawk casts around is both gladness he is there and sadness and despair.
"We're back."
Faran makes a noise, and there is a definite sense of 'well, naturally', to his tone. Sparhawk grins at his horse then nods towards the back Door.
"Come on, we had better get you settled. No telling how long we will be here this time. Of all the times, now the Bar had to pick us out and snatch us in. I hope it is ready to deal with Bhelliom..."
And Sparhawk leads Faran out into the back.
Minutes later, he is back, brushing snow off of him before he comes in and he settles onto a barstool for a few moments, clad in solid black platemail and his cloak, armor that shines darkly.
"Bar, Ale please."
The drinks appears and Sparhawk takes it gladly.
Anakha is back in the Bar.