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Bran Davies ([personal profile] theravenboy) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2006-01-02 10:19 pm

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[OOM: After Bran reclaimed his harp from the lake and went home, Bran and his da had a quiet holiday, and an interesting conversation.]

Harpsong winds through the front of Milliways. Owen Davies holds open the door so that Bran can go through first, and follows after. Both men are dressed in their Sunday best.

Bran goes immediately to the bar, where he receives a gift and a note. As he reads the note, his jaw tightens.

[ooc: Yes, they're both here. Please ping before tagging, though.]

[identity profile] owendavies.livejournal.com 2006-01-03 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Then you should not be carrying it. People could get hurt."

[identity profile] holy-oats.livejournal.com 2006-01-03 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm at a greater risk of hurting myself, I think," he says ruefully.

"And, er, it's only very recently that I've had it," he adds. "I'm on ... um, something of a quest, I suppose ... and I suspect it may come in useful."

If I learn to *use* it, that is.

Oats still appears more than a little sheepish, and tries to hide the sword behind his back as if maybe Owen will think it has disappeared.

[identity profile] owendavies.livejournal.com 2006-01-03 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
"I see," says Owen. "Then you should probably get lessons."

[identity profile] holy-oats.livejournal.com 2006-01-03 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not acquainted with many people who know how to fight," Oats admits miserably.

Though actually ... gods probably know. Holy wars seem to indicate as much.

Or do they? Wars, after all, are fought by men.

Well, he knows more gods, anyway.

"I'm not supposed to, of course," he adds, remembering Mary's admonishment that priests are not supposed to get into fights.

[identity profile] owendavies.livejournal.com 2006-01-03 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
Owen blinks. "Then why is it that you are carrying the sword?"

[identity profile] holy-oats.livejournal.com 2006-01-03 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Well ... it was given to me," Oats explains. "By the Hogfather."

The Hogfather had been an intimidating sort of person.

Oats does not feel it wise to discard gifts from someone like him.

[identity profile] owendavies.livejournal.com 2006-01-03 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
"The ... Hogfather?" Owen chokes.

[identity profile] holy-oats.livejournal.com 2006-01-03 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
Ah. Oats sees that he must explain.

"The Hogfather is ... er, actually, I wasn't sure that he existed until the other night. The church doesn't acknowledge the holiday-- Hogswatchnight, I mean. We use it as a fast day."

Then, Oats sees that he must explain better.

"According to the, ah, popular legend, the Hogfather comes once a year to all good children and leaves them gifts."

[identity profile] owendavies.livejournal.com 2006-01-03 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
"I...see."