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[cywyllog]

A pretty, young Welsh princess is in the bar, sitting in a booth, back to the wall, sipping a glass of red wine.

She wouldn't mind some company, really, and she's quite possibly the most harmless thing in the bar. Well, except for the kittens.

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[nonookie4u.livejournal.com]

"It is, it is, especially dawn from the Akropolis. You should go if you can." She cocks her head. "Then Athens exists in your time. We must be from the same world, or a similar one. Where are you from?"

[cywyllog]

"There is an Athens, and a Rome." Cywyllog nods. "I am from Wales originally, Gywnedd to be more precise, though I currently live at Camelot. When I'm not here, of course."

[nonookie4u.livejournal.com]

I am afraid I do not know of this place. Perhaps it is past where our ships have explored, or was founded at a later time. What is it like?"

[cywyllog]

"Gwynedd is... beautiful." She smiles sadly. "I grew up on the coast of Ynys Mon, which has a rocky shore and plenty of grass to run in. And the sea air..."

Cywyllog's voice trails off and she wipes away a stray tear. "I am sorry. I haven't seen home in many years and I miss it."

[nonookie4u.livejournal.com]

Strata smiles indulgently.
"But you can go back there, someday? You are alive and of strong body. You will go home someday."

[cywyllog]

Cywyllog answers very carefully. "Providing I ever leave this place first, I could go home under certain circumstances."

[nonookie4u.livejournal.com]

"You'll go home when you are supposed to, I guess. You'll just open a door and be home. Don't worry. Unfortunately, my bedtime is fast approaching. Perhaps we can talk at a later time?"