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[mother_lost]

[Millitimed to yesterday: After an exchange of notes Monday, Guinevere is assured by Merlion that she is welcome in the summerlands.]


*Time moves on.

When Guinevere comes downstairs, harp tucked in the crook of her arm, she stops at the sight of the door. This is the first time she has been able to see it since she came to the bar, over a year ago, now.

Smiling, she approaches the bar and places the harp on the surface with a murmured thanks. The instrument vanishes, and Bar provides her with a goblet of wine. She takes it to a table near the door and sits, keeping a close eye on the bar's patrons for a white-haired young man.

Tonight, if all goes well -- and for once, Guinevere thinks it will -- she leaves.*

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[theravenboy]

Bran Davies and Owen Davies are in the bar already, talking quietly to each other at a table by the far wall. Owen sees her first; Bran follows his gaze. Without a word, both men stand. Bran takes his harp into his arms again, and they cross the bar to join Guinevere.