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[fathers-cleric.livejournal.com]

John Preston inna bar. Mulling over the state of affairs in his world with a cup of tea, petting Ludwig. Ludwig, for his part, is sitting idly by watching people.

Someone might wanna tell him to eat something.

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[cywyllog]

"There are books about how to train dogs?" She asks, a little surprised. "Usually we just give them a bit of meat when they do what we ask them and eventually they learn to associate the behaviour to the food."

Puppy therapy is working. She picks Ludwig up and stands, so she doesn't kill her neck looking up at Preston.

"Do either of you have names? I am Lady Cywyllog, myself."

[fathers-cleric.livejournal.com]

He's not used to the idea of calling people, "Lady" but Preston rises and bows, Ludwig happily snuggling into the woman's arms. He bows.

"The dog is Ludwig." Preston says, gesturing to the puppy, "I am cleric John Preston."

[cywyllog]

"It is lovely to meet you John, and Ludwig." She smiles at them both in turn. "Have you been here long?"

[fathers-cleric.livejournal.com]

"About fifteen-"

Then it hits him.

"Oh! yes-well-no." He thinks about this for a moment, "I was trapped here, however I was then relased...I've only been back here to the bar for a couple of days..."

[cywyllog]

She nods and nuzzles her nose against the puppy's ear.

"I was Bound as well initially, for a few months. I can come and go as I please now. I think this place likes to bind new people, to get them used to it." She shrugs a little. "Do you enjoy it here?"

[fathers-cleric.livejournal.com]

"Yes." beyond a measure of a doubt. So much so that he wishes his children could experience it, so much that he wishes somehow this place will bring Partridge so taht he too could experience it.

The simple facts behind a yes.

[cywyllog]

"That is good, at least. It can be not so bad, at times." She's not overly fond of the place herself, but she's learned to use it to her advantage when she can.