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*In this little corner of the upstairs, it's quiet. Guinevere sits in front of her fire, brushing her hair and watching the flames.

Her door stands slightly ajar, so that the room -- warmer to begin with than the stone halls she was used to -- won't overheat.*

Date: 2005-08-12 04:38 pm (UTC)
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Bran didn't stay at Lilly and Mel's party very long. Instead, he walked back out into the empty hallway, looking at door after door.

He stops to knock on one slightly open door.

Date: 2005-08-12 06:14 pm (UTC)
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Thank God, *he says.* It's Bran, Mother. I have been looking for you everywhere.

Date: 2005-08-15 03:21 am (UTC)
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"I am not sure how to begin explaining." Bran looks into the room, his expression masked by his sunglasses. "The shawl, on the chair. How did you get it?"

Date: 2005-08-15 03:29 am (UTC)
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*Bran steps through the door, standing awkwardly in the near corner of the room.*

Kind of her. Yes.

How much do you know about Mrs Rowlands?

Date: 2005-08-15 03:37 am (UTC)
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Of course you were. She does not seem the type for Milliways, does she? Will's brothers, now, they are not the type at all, but they come here anyway. But Mrs Rowlands...

*Bran sets the harp down on the floor and takes off his glasses, looking at Guinevere soberly.*

The being you know as Blodwen Rowlands is the White Rider of the Dark.

Date: 2005-08-15 03:50 am (UTC)
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She lived on the farm for years. Helped my da raise me, and all. I only found out just before the last battle between the Light and the Dark, that she had not done all of that because she really cared for me, or because she was a good person. She had her goals, the Dark's goals.

But you see, even now, I do not think she would give a gift without a price. I think... may I see the shawl? No, no, don't touch it.

Date: 2005-08-15 04:09 am (UTC)
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*Bran walks to the chair with the shawl and touches it briefly with two fingers. He pulls his hand back at once.*

Warmth, and protection, and comfort. She was telling the truth, for once. Perhaps the shawl is not harmful in itself, but if it makes you feel safe when you are not safe at all...

*He is speaking quietly, mostly to himself.*

Date: 2005-08-15 07:25 pm (UTC)
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A dangerous place, Milliways, full of dangerous people. *Bran's lip curls, acknowledging a small, bitter irony.* Most of us are, you know.

But Mrs Rowlands, the Rider, she can do the most harm at the moment you feel yourself safe around her. If she has ...encouraged... you to be comforted by her presence, then, well, you are very much in danger.

Date: 2005-08-16 02:58 am (UTC)
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Yes. *Bran nods tightly.*

You understand, I came to destroy the shawl, Mother. To keep you... not safe, but safer.

May I?

*Bran has changed lately. He's asking permission.*

Date: 2005-08-16 03:16 am (UTC)
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*In one smooth moment, Bran bends to grasp the shawl and turns, tossing it into the fire. The silvery grey fabric

(the color of milgwn, or of Cafall's fur, or of the six glinting Sleepers, or of the breath of the Grey King)

glows briefly. A line of discordant music rises as the cloth curls into ash. The smoke smells like a cold wind coming down from Cader.

Bran stands and watches, as the jangling notes linger in the air. When they are gone, he sets his head in his hands, shaking.*

Date: 2005-08-16 03:40 am (UTC)
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Yes. Sorry. *He smiles weakly.* The spell, it touched me as it broke... but I'm just relieved, mostly. I'm all right now.

Date: 2005-08-16 03:59 am (UTC)
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*Bran steadies himself, facing Guinevere.*

Are you all right then, too?

*He sets a hand lightly on his mother's shoulder. Then he lifts his hand and lets her go.*

Date: 2005-08-16 09:16 pm (UTC)
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*Bran stands awkwardly. He's stopped shivering, and his breath has returned to normal.*

Have you been well?

Date: 2005-08-16 09:26 pm (UTC)
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*Bran smiles at Guinevere. It's an effort, but not a large one.*

Well. My da taught me to drive... *Realising that Guinevere might not understand, he adds,* a car, a mechanized vehicle with an engine. I do not know if you saw one when you were in *with slight hesitation* our time.

Date: 2005-08-16 10:05 pm (UTC)
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*Despite his worry and relief, and the occasional twist of bitterness that might be lingering guilt, Bran still stands and moves with more confidence than he did earlier in the summer. He pauses, now, counting up the summer months.*

It's been quite a long time, really, since I saw you here.

I found out earlier this summer that there was still work for me to do, even now, given the choices I have made. Important work.

Of course, that does not always mean I make the right choices, or the right moves...

*He is troubled, some.*

Date: 2005-08-17 03:12 am (UTC)
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Yes.

Of course, when I do not think about the choices as I make them, I am not likely to know at all...

*abruptly*

Did, does, my father have a bad temper?

Date: 2005-08-17 03:24 am (UTC)
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*Bran closes his eyes and opens them again.*

I see.

I am sorry I asked you.

I did not know who else to ask.

Date: 2005-08-17 03:40 am (UTC)
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There is Merlion. I should have asked him.

Mae'n flin 'da fi.

Would you ... tell me about yourself, instead? Something. Anything.

[I'm sorry.]

Date: 2005-08-17 03:56 am (UTC)
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*Bran watches Guinevere's distant eyes. The fire crackles and snaps.*

Judging one's choices is a hard thing. There are so many different rules, and they conflict, often.

Date: 2005-08-17 05:03 pm (UTC)
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*Bran nods, but his lips are twisted again. He is not sure, either.*

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