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A young man, wild-eyed and covered in scratches and dirt, steps hastily through the door and turns to close it behind him before whipping around for something to use to brace it.

Now turning, he looks slowly - comically - up, starting with the cleanly swept and utterly free-of-hay-bales floor, terror and confusion dawning on his handsome features. He doesn't go back through the door, though. One hand is still resting on the doorknob, more as though he's forgotten it than because he intends to use it.

OOC: The Novice is obviously not a Novice yet, but he soon will be!

[tiny tag: Aramis]

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"I do not know it," he says, privately suspecting that he was right about it being undiscovered.

"What do you mean by 'a world called Lunar?'"

"You know how Earth has the Moon?"

She holds her hands in a circle.

"My home is your Moon. Your home is my Blue Star."

"You come from the moon," he repeats.

Either she's afflicted in the mind, or he is. Though it's possible, he supposes, that she fell from her home.

"How did you get here?"

"The same way you got here, and I suppose I've stalled enough in telling you where you are. This place is Milliways. It's a sort of hub of worlds. Anyone from anywhere and anywhen you can think of and likely some you haven't even dreamt of come here."

Let's see how he swallows that pill.

"It is some sort of witchcraft, then!" He sounds intensely relieved. "Perhaps the one who cast it did not intend for the barn to be the object of the curse."

"That's how I got here, so I wouldn't be surprised. We typically call the force responsible for the sudden appearance of Milliways the Landlord."

And thinking of that...

"Tell me, does your door still open to your home?"

"The Lord works in mysterious ways," he intones, misunderstanding.

"As for the door, I dare not try it without a certain object to prove to the people of my village that I am worthy of the Church."

His expression turns sad and reflective just a little too easily.

"The Church?"

"Yes," he says. The idea that someone could be unaware of the Church is completely foreign to him.

"I have announced my intention to become a holy man and dedicate myself to a monastery. They wish to make certain I am fit."

It's a hard life. He continues to look downtrodden.

"A monastery for who?"

He shakes his head, confused.

"For the Catholic Church, for the service of the Lord."

"Oh, you're a Christian!" Mia says in recognition. "I'm an Althenaist. Well, lapsed Althenaist. It's complicated."

He isn't sure another 'of course' would do under the circumstances.

"Yes," he says, and bites his tongue. He doesn't recognize that name, either, but it isn't surprising on balance that a moon girl wouldn't know the Church. He doesn't fly into a religious fury because - well, actually, he was never that religious.

"My experience this evening has only strengthened my dedication to follow that path."

Or else, really.

"I hope that stays true."

All of the deities in Milliways might make that difficult, but she's seen it done before.

"What is your name?"

"Cormac," he says readily, "just Cormac. May I ask yours, miss?"

"Mia Malfoy, nee Ausa."

She offers a hand to shake.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Cormac. Do you like the strawberry tart?"

It feels extremely odd to shake a lady's hand, but, well. Moon-girl. He shakes, carefully.

"It's the best thing I've ever tasted," he says honestly. "If I could beg one more from you to take as proof of the miracle of this tavern back to my village, I'd be eternally in your debt."

He looks at her hopefully with the full power of his puppylike eyes.

She's suitably flattered and blushes to match.

"If that's the case, you should try my husband's cooking sometime. He's much better than me. And you can take two more, in case you eat one on the way back."

You should always have a spare strawberry tart!

The puppylike expression slips a little as his eyes widen. Such rich food, handed out for nothing!

"You are too generous," he says, taking them reverently and getting to his feet.

"I will take them through now, lest I be tempted by both. Your story shall be widely known in my village."

Actually, maybe not the moon part. They might think he'd lost his mind in some sort of miraculous fit.

Bah! She is giving out of her surplus, not her need.

"You'll have to come back and hear more sometime. There's a lot to my story."

She gets out the key to her room and shows him the keychain, where there's a picture that matches the icon.

"If you come back and you need a helping hand, my room is upstairs and the door has a picture of a gorgon, like the one here. Feel free to call on me."

A creature like that would be difficult to mistake.

"I will remember your kind offer, madam, and again I am in your debt," he says graciously. "I hope to see you again."

He casts a sly look around as he moves toward the door, noting at least a hundred other things to investigate and explore. And exploit, very likely. Smiling, he prepares to show off his miracle to the mob waiting behind the door. Service to the Church or not, he has a strong feeling that he will be back.

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