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Helen is in the Bar! She's all curled up by the fire and has picked up an issue of Cosmopolitan that just happened to be lying around. Her pegasus is still sleeping in Helen's room.

So, Helen, comfy chair, Cosmo, tea, without Pegaus.

Feel free to distract her!

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"Good morning, Helen," Ginevra says, walking in from the lake area with some flowers she collected.

"Erm, that's the women's magazine that talk about the personal things you really don't want to know, isn't it?" she says. Who knows, it might have been her who left it lying around.

Helen laughs. "Yes, yes, it seems to be." She smiles brightly. "Good morning, Ginerva. Have a seat, if you want. How are you this morning?"

Ginevra sits down and relaxes.

"I'm fine as can be; this place never ceases to amuse me. Our former god is apparently a person here, and you see other things from the window than when you walk out of the door. Other than that, I've got a few other magazines with less embarassing content."

Helen laughs. "I know. It's odd...I see my Gods too. And I never know what to do." She grins. "I have also met amazing people here. Like just yesterday, I met someone who travels in time!! She volunteered to take me travelling too!"

Ginevra shudders. "Several of them - how embarassing! Have yours turned almost human as well, instead of staying as divine as they're supposed to be?"

She looks at Helen with sympathy; one god is bad enough, but several.

"Travelling in time? On what world?" she then asks.

Helen laughs. "Well, our Gods were shaped like us...The act like us too. They're fairly human, just powerful humans."

She smiles brightly. "I believe the planet they are from is Gallefrey...but they travel around the whole galaxy, so they say. It sounds exciting!"

Ginevra slowly shakes her head. "The Cheysuli gods are human-shapes, according to my father-in-law, who has seen them - but ours wasn't, he was the One Who Lived And Dwelt In Light, and he spoke to us only through a Gate of violet flames. And here he walks around pretending to be human, unless it's an impostor pretending to be our god."

Ginevra waves to a wait-rat and gets a pot of tea from it.

"Would you like some tea as well?" she asks Helen. "And travelling around the galaxy sounds interesting. What is a galaxy?"

Helen smiles. "That sounds very interesting. And tea would be wonderful, thank you."

Helen takes a deep breath. "A galaxy, so I have been told, is a bunch of planets and stars swirlling around in Space. Supposedly, Earth is part of a galaxy. I would love to see more."

"Interesting is a way to say it. Just as earthquakes are interesting," Ginevra says. She does disapprove of human-shaped gods.

And she has no idea about astronomy at all, apart from knowing constellations, as people from a High Fantasy world tend to do.

"The stars - she sails around amidst the stars, you mean? The must be pleasant."

Helen smiles. "It does sound pleasant. I would love to see it. I wonder what other times must be like. It just sounds fascinating." She sips her tea. "I mean, wouldn't you like to try it?"

"Sailing among the stars in different times - it sounds very mythical, but of course I would try it, if I knew that I can return where I came from."

She sighs. "When all is said and done, I have a little son at home, and I want to go back to him eventually. It's just that no time passes at my home while I am here. Whenever I return, it is the same moment I left, so I tarry here."

Helen tries to work that out in her head. "If you tarry here, no time will have passed at all anyway, right? Besides, we would all love to meet him here..."

Ginevra smiles~~; she just doesn't have a smiling icon~~.

"The problem with Cynric is, he's already got his lir, even though he's only one - lir are magical animals that Cheysuli warriors are intrinsically linked to. And his a a great big lion, so coming in here with a baby and his gigantic lion would be a bit awkward. It makes getting help very hard, even at home, I can tell you."

Helen Smiles too. "But people are used to seeing wierd things. I don't think you'll get too many questions. I mean, I usually walk around with a pegasus following me."

"Oh, but Lorrin is really huge - nothing like Melina. Or Teel, the lir of Aidan, my father-in-law. We'd probably scare the bar, and nobody would get to enjoy Cynric's company the way we enjoy Seth's, for example."

Ginevra seems a bit sorry about that - she does miss her son.

Helen sighs. "I guess the lion would be scary, wouldn't it? Well, good luck with it all and if you ever decide to bring him back, I would love to meet him."

"Oh, I am sure I will; and Lorrin won't eat the pegasus, I am sure of it."

Ginevra gets up, drifting away towards her usual booth, leaving the pot of tea with Helen.

Helen smiles. "I hope not. Have a good day, Ginerva! It was nice to chat with you!"

Helen returns to her curled up position.

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