Jan. 21st, 2007

theravenboy: (not truly an ending 2 - cors fochno)
Bran is standing before Arthur Pendragon's writing desk, touching the things his father left on it. He can hardly read Arthur's handwriting, he realises. The king's notes, scratched into the wax on an ivory tablet and written in ink on pages of vellum, are in Latin that is heavy with abbreviations and does not even have spaces between the words. The rounded script, incomprehensible as it is, does remind him of something, and he can't remember what.

Bran's head is pounding, as it has been since he arrived. Yesterday? He thinks they came yesterday.
theravenboy: (harp)
On a couch near the fireplace, Bran is playing scales on the golden harp. It feels right, somehow, to have it with him again.

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