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Bran has baked chicken and roast potatoes and set the table for three. Owen Davies and John Rowlands are due back from the fields at any moment. Everything is done that can be done, so Bran sits outside the cottage door, scratching his dog behind the ears and waiting.

Date: 2005-12-19 04:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] johnrowlands.livejournal.com
The assumption has been that John received bad news in Cardiff at the doctor's appointment that never happened, and David and Jen Evans -- and Owen Davies -- have largely left him alone. He's been quieter, more subdued, more apt to find work to do by himself.

It is difficult, sometimes, not to think.

The day is over; Owen and John come from the fields together, largely in silence.

John raises his head and sees Bran, and gives him a quick smile.

Date: 2005-12-19 04:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] johnrowlands.livejournal.com
There is open surprise on John's face.

The cup looks smaller than it is, in John's hands; he cradles it carefully as he looks from Bran to Owen, not saying a word.

Date: 2005-12-19 05:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] owendavies.livejournal.com
Owen looks sharply over at John. "You have been there, then? And you have met--" He breaks off, not sure what John already knows.

Date: 2005-12-19 05:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] johnrowlands.livejournal.com
There are beauties? he thinks; and for a moment his mouth twists.

And then John looks at Bran, sharply -- he will ask, later, just how much of that bygone summer Owen Davies is aware of.

And then he nods, glance flicking down to his tea.

Date: 2005-12-19 05:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] owendavies.livejournal.com
"What has happened?"

Owen directs his question to the space between Bran and John.

Date: 2005-12-19 05:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] johnrowlands.livejournal.com
"You are not the only one to have done so, bachgen." His voice is heavy. "Though that is no great matter, now."

Were he a few decades younger, John would fidget in his seat. "I will assume, Owen, that you know what it means that the creature who acted the role of my wife is the White Rider of the Dark." His glance is for Bran, now. "Milliways, then -- is it outside Time?"

The underlying question: will we see another battle? Will we go through all this again?

Date: 2005-12-19 05:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] owendavies.livejournal.com
Owen sips his tea before answering.

"I will not say I know everything it means, and I do not want to know any more than I do already. The Light and the Dark are not our business."

Date: 2005-12-19 05:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] johnrowlands.livejournal.com
There's silence, for a moment.

John breaks it. Quietly. "I did not have a say in going there. Will I now?"

Date: 2005-12-19 06:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] johnrowlands.livejournal.com
John nods slowly.

"Then I suppose the thing to do is turn around and come home." Just a little wry.

Date: 2005-12-19 03:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] owendavies.livejournal.com
Owen stares at his uneaten biscuit. Not looking at his son, he says, "If I asked you not to go back to Milliways until this was over, Bran, what would you do?"

Date: 2005-12-19 03:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] owendavies.livejournal.com
Owen draws in a sharp breath and nods.

Date: 2005-12-21 03:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] johnrowlands.livejournal.com
John looks at Bran, then, and doesn't say anything for a moment.

"Be careful, then."

It's been a little shocking to remember that Bran's other father is a king.

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