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[theravenboy]

[OOM: Back at Clwyd Farm, Bran warns Owen Davies and John Rowlands about some dangers of Milliways.]

Only twice, since the day a year and more ago when Bran and Will pulled the golden harp from the pleasant lake, has Bran Davies come to the bar without it. Always, when he enters the bar, Bran plays a strange high aching melody that sounds almost, but not quite, familiar. He plays that song tonight, as he pushes the front door open.

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[theravenboy]

Bran refills both teacups.

"Are you ready to tell me what happened?"

[nita_callahan]

She wraps her hands around the teacup and looks down at it for a moment.

"She was trying to throw some kind of -- trap, or net or something -- over my will." Looking back up at him, she continues, "I don't know why. She didn't even know I was a wizard until I started fighting."

[theravenboy]

"And you did break free. Good girl." Bran thinks, his face shadowed. "I do not know how the Dark works, not really. Merlion or Will might have a better idea what she could do with someone she has caught."

[nita_callahan]

She sips her tea, frowning.

"If it's anything like overshadowing -- I don't know. Overshadowed wizards don't even know there's anything wrong, usually."

[theravenboy]

Bran searches Nita's face. "I do not know what overshadowing is. I think if you had lost to her, you might not have known, but I would have been able to tell by now, if I were watching closely. Which I am."

[nita_callahan]

She manages a small smile. "Yeah? That's comforting, anyway."

The smile disappears, and she adds, "Overshadowing is. . . influence by the Lone One. It's not easily broken."

[theravenboy]

"The Lone... I see. Yes, the Dark can do that." Bran closes his eyes. The Grey King's warestone spoke into his mind, once, years ago, and he did not notice.