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[half-sidhe.livejournal.com]

There's a Sidhe princess in the bar.

She's been feeling sorry for herself and been keeping to herself. There's dark shadows under her eyes and a quiet tiredness around her. Now she's sitting in a arm chair and curled up around a book. Tea and breakfast next to her.

Feel free to bother!

[OOC: Mun is here all day but might be a bit slow, baby and babysitting..god save me from highhanded 9 year olds]

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[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Hello, Milady Mercury. What are you reading?"

Random's clutching 'The Kraken Wakes' to his chest, holding a mug of coffee.

[half-sidhe.livejournal.com]

She blinks up at him and smiles a little, tilting her head. She shifts the book down and exposes The first man in Rome (http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0380710811/qid=1121267301/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/102-5909179-6008906)

"It's one of my comfort books" She says with a smile "about the rise of the Cesar family in rome..pre Empire.."

She blinks at his "Whats that then?"

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Science fiction. By John Whyndham. An earth author. About aliens taking over the planet and such. Sort of 'War of the Worlds' meets 'Sphere.'"

Did that make any sense at all? He isn't sure.

[half-sidhe.livejournal.com]

She nods and smiles a little "Your comfort book?" A chuckle and she indicates a seat next to her "How have you been Random?"

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

He settles down across from her.

"It is. Surprisingly good, actually. And you?"

[half-sidhe.livejournal.com]

She gives a small eloquent shrug and smiles "I'm..here."

A deep breath. "So what has been going on?" Quiet, gentle.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"I have now got a brother in the bar."

Perfectly neutral.

"It's been weird."

This, with a little affection in the tone.

[half-sidhe.livejournal.com]

She blinks quietly "Really? which brother?" Not that she knows his brothers really but still.

"Weird good, or weird bad?"

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Weird... good, I think. As in no death. It's Corwin, a few decades older than me."

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

Morgan le Fey.

A faery, and a princess. A witch, and a girl and an enchantress.

Whatever else she is or may be, she's a remarkably pretty, fine-boned girl peering at Merry with dreamy, otherworldly eyes.

[half-sidhe.livejournal.com]

The Sidhe Princess turns her head and meets eyes to eyes. Her own are truely otherworldly, three iris' not just one..a band of gold, a band of emerald and a band of jade. She Stares at Morgan for a moment and nods gently

"Morning"

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

Morgan's eyes are...just dreamy. A human girl in touch with her own reality, nothing more.

Then the perception changes.

Powerful eyes, eyes that see pasts and futures and presents, throught curses and pretences.

Fey eyes.

"Morning."

[half-sidhe.livejournal.com]

She blinks for just a second and then tilts her head to the side. A smile

"How are you?" Her face and eyes pleasant and polite.

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

"Unstable. Normal. Fin. Alright."

A little grin.

"Curious, princess."

[half-sidhe.livejournal.com]

She blinks slowly and tilts her head "Do you know me?"

It seems a reasonable question to her.

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

"No. Not really. But, you are still a princess. Not as I am, but a princess of another world. In your bearing and eyes."

[half-sidhe.livejournal.com]

She blinks quietly at that, and tilts her head. A thoughtful glance and then a smile.

"Thank you..I am Meredith"

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"We have an appointment, do we not, Princess?"

First the cheerful sounding voice, and then he notes her face,

"'Thought it can, of course, wait."

[half-sidhe.livejournal.com]

She blinks up in surprise, and then shifts to her feet

"No no we do have a appointment..where shall we go?"

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"Out to the lake, I think."

He offers her his arm politely.

[half-sidhe.livejournal.com]

She smiles and slides her arm through his. Luckily she's in comfortable clothing, just not having the heart to put on something more glamorous since there's nothing in particular she has to do or no one in particular she has to impress.

"That sounds fine"

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon has jeans on, but his upper body is still garbed almost well enough for court. His one attempt at more modern shirts left him feeling half-naked.

He walks her out the back door, toward the shore of the lake. Definitely far enough away from the stables that they won't spook the horses. Letting her arm free he paces a circle of about fifteen feet in diameter, then pauses,

"Do you mind if we ward the circle? There are children who come to the bar, and it might be best to make certain that they will not fall afoul of our knives."

[half-sidhe.livejournal.com]

She tilts her head watching him she holds still hands at her side and then nods as she glances about.

"Sure..I mean I don't really know how to do that..well I do for our duels at home but that..means that it would be a true duel and not just a practice one. First blood, second blood, third blood.."

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

He just shrugs, and shadows rise along the line of the circle he paced out. Anything wanting through them would have to work at it,

"I'll drop it when we are done. First blood, second blood, third blood? This is not a practice of my lands."

[half-sidhe.livejournal.com]

She slides out the dagger and then tilts her head as she rolls her shoulders.

"First blood means to the first blood..you cut lips and then kiss one another and it wards the circle. Second means until the one can no longer fight..you slice wrists and put them together to strengthen the warding. Third blood is until the death. That is a nick to the throat."

She shrugs and watches him.