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Unsurprisingly, Sarah Jane is over by the fireplace today with a cup of tea and a plate of biscuits. Her notepad's opened up on her lap, but instead of writing, she's staring out at the fire and chewing on the cap of her pen.

There's a small smile on her face that may even be described as dreamy by some. If asked, she may deny it, but there's a good chance she won't. Havana aside, this past weekend was rather lovely indeed.

[ooc: the mun may dissappear due to dizzy spells. but right now, she needs a distraction from things.]

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The fire is where he likes to sit, usually. It's comfy there, especially when one is a big furry wolf curled into a little ball. That said, his usual spot has a person in it. Wonder of wonders, its not even someone he knows.

Huh.

The big wolf looks tame enough to Sarah, so of course her first instinct is to smile and hold out a hand in greeting when she finally notices him.

She's always been fond of cainines, even the ones that interrupt her daydreams.

"Why hello there."

...

Okay, she totally won points there.

The wolf pads over and ducks his head under her hand for a scritch.

Hello.

"Who said that?"

Sarah looks around the area near the fireplace as she scratches the wolf by his ear. That voice couldn't have come out of no where.

Well, I did. I was trying to be polite. You DID say 'hello', didn't you?

The wolf looks up at her with intelligent blue eyes.

"Oh!"

She blinks, quickly moving her hand back to her lap.

"Oh," Sarah Jane repeats again, laughing. "I suppose you were. I'm sorry, but I didn't quite realise that it was you at first."

That's all right. You're already doing better than most people in that you didn't automatically assume I was going to attack you.

[ooc: computer issues!]

"Well, you looked friendly enough. And rather adorable," she explains, tentatively reaching her hand back out to scritch his ear. "Do most people usually assume otherwise?

Unfortunately yes, he says leaning against her, though not enough to be uncomfortable. Everyone seems to have a wolf phobia.

[ooc: licked!]

"That's one phobia I certainly don't have. I don't mind animals much, especially dogs. Heights on the other hand..." Sarah shrugs, giving his head a small pat. "Well, I'd rather avoid those if possible.

I'm not exactly a dog, he mentions, mildly offended. I am, at the moment, a wolf.

"You're still close enough related, aren't you?"

She remembers something of her biology classes at secondary school. Aunt Lavinia highly encouraged top marks in the sciences, after all.

But she catches the 'at the moment' comment and looks down at the wolf quizzically. "What do you mean at the moment? Are you, well, a werewolf?"

No. I'm a sorcerer.

Beat.

Though my grandmother was a wolf.

"Really? But if you're a sorcerer, wouldn't that make you human?"

Sometimes. Sometimes I'm a wolf. Mostly, I'm just Garion. It doesn't really matter what you look like. It's who you are that counts.

He settles at her feet.

Sarah nods. That's a rather factual statement. But it's the name that catches her attention mostly. "Charlie's friend Garion?"

If you mean Charlie Pace, then yes. I haven't seen him since I got hurt a month or so ago, though. And I've never--

He looked up at her.

Well, I don't actually KNOW your name.

"Manners," she mutters, shaking her head in embaressment. "I promise you I do have them. I'm Sarah Jane Smith. I met Charlie about a week ago; wonderful fellow."

He's very nice. He helps Ce'Nedra with the children sometimes when were here.

He bows his head.

A pleasure to meet you, Mistress Smith.

Sarah nods, smiling warmly. "It's Sarah, please. It's a pleasure to meet you too, Garion. I take it Ce'Nedra is your wife?"

My one and only, he says with obvious pride.

She chuckles, grinning. "Sounds lovely."

I've never met her equal, he says, utterly unashamed to crow. In beauty, intelligence, wit, or courage.

"You seem quite smitten," Sarah says with a giggle, leaning back in the armchair. "I suppose she'd say the same about you?"

She'd probably call me a lunkheaded Alorn, he says honestly. And she's about right.