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It is still dark when John Rowlands rises from his bed and goes to meet the day. He dresses, whistles to his dogs, and with no thought for anything but the cup of tea that he will drink in Jen Evans's kitchen before he, and Owen Davies, and David and Rhys Evans will begin the morning chores, John opens his front door.

And steps through the front door of another establishment entirely.

He blinks, in the sudden bright light.

owendavies.livejournal.com

[OOM: After a short detour to John Rowlands' house, Owen tells Bran about his evening at Milliways.]

johnrowlands.livejournal.com

It was cold today, on Clwyd Farm. The cold comes with John Rowlands as the front door opens, and the shepherd steps through.

And immediately looks around, warily.

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.

white_flowers

[Earlier this morning.]

Some time has passed -- time enough to dress and prepare as if for a trip. Some time, not too much-- but time itself can play tricks at Milliways, to be certain.

And so it is that when John and Blodwen Rowlands come downstairs together, it is a little later than they might have expected, perhaps, and the bar is full of people. They pause at the foot of the steps, and Blodwen glances nervously around the room.

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Night has fallen on Clwyd Farm. A cold one it is. Perhaps there will be snow soon.

John Rowlands, head bowed against the wind, opens the door to his house. A little too big now, perhaps. Though it has been for a while. A man can grow used to these things.

What a man perhaps cannot grow used to is having his front door lead to...a public house.

He stops just inside the front door, head tilted a little. To himself: "There's funny, now."

theravenboy

[OOM: About a week ago, after these conversations, there is a harp lesson. Also, Bran Davies asks John Rowlands a question.]

Harp in hand, Bran Davies plays his way into the bar.

theravenboy

[OOM: In which John Rowlands is frighteningly omniscient.]

*A few harp notes, and Bran enters the front door.*

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