Bran Davies (
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Owen Davies has prayer meeting tonight, so it is a good night for Bran to come to Milliways. Bran sits on his bed, harp on his lap, and plays the high strange song that has always opened the Milliways door for him. When he reaches the bar, Bran finds a table where he can sit and observe the crowd, his back to the wall.
A little while later, Bran is surprised to hear the same high music beginning to play near the front door. Owen, still dressed for chapel in his second-best suit, his hair neatly combed back, walks into the bar.
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A little while later, Bran is surprised to hear the same high music beginning to play near the front door. Owen, still dressed for chapel in his second-best suit, his hair neatly combed back, walks into the bar.
[One mun, two characters, one entry post; address either or both.]
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"Wales? Can't say as I've heard of Clwyd Farm, but I was there for Uni."
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Adam looks quite honestly floored.
"D'you mind?"
He points at the empty seat across from Bran.
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"S'nothing like where I grew up. All the buildings, and the castle. I mean, s'not like London, but compared to Tadfield, it was great."
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And if Adam had something to do with that? Well, it's not something Bran needs to know right at the moment, after all.
"Kind of place where you know everybody."
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"A handful of times, I guess. Did a bit of a better job making this my home, for a while."
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"It's quite a good one, I've found. And most of my friends come here, as well as some of my family."
His face says that this second one is, perhaps, not always for the best.
"I've not been around quite as often lately, but I don't remember seeing you before."
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"My brother lives here, and my mother. I have been visiting for a year and a half, now.
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"How do you mean, games?"
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Bran raises an eyebrow, although the motion of white hair against white skin is hard to see.
"You knew he was of a different century than I am. Have you met Mordred?"
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Just thinking about grown Mordred and the baby Mordred, here at the bar, makes his head hurt.
"We're... friends. Of a sort."
Of the type that sometimes like to try and beat each other to death.