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[theravenboy]

[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.]

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[gwion-bach.livejournal.com]

"What is driving her is what she has lost. That is what she told me -- and what I told Merlion." He shakes his head slightly. "And after seeing this...well. I am not convinced that she was lying, or that I was wrong."

Something in his gaze sharpens, then, as though he is coming back to the present.

Time is a slippery thing.

"He said he'd be in the library, for a time. I should find him." And the old smile, again. "I bid you a good evening."

[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

"Good night, Gwion."

The quiet, tiny smile back.

A well-wishing.