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[dear_of_heart]

The woman who walks out of the woods, 19th century backpack slung over her shoulders, hasn't been here in a long time. One might be forgiven for not noticing -- though she's a couple years older in appearance than she was last, she's much less stressed or worried than she ever was before.

"Oh!" she says, turning in a circle. Then she smiles, bright. "It really is Milliways."

She settles on a boulder by the lake, and takes out some cheese and bread. She'll head indoors in due time.

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[dear_of_heart]

Cora's not paying over-much attention, watching the forest and the clouds as she eats, but that doesn't mean the bread moving is going to escape her attention.

She glances down, mildly curious, and then her eyebrows raise near to her forehead. "Yrael," she says, and stops, not quite sure what to say, finally settling on: "if you want some bread, you can very well have some, there's no need to go sneaking it like a thief." There's no real admonishment to it.

She sounds, if anything, like she's going to laugh or cry. There's something to be said for friends you haven't seen in an impossible amount of time.

[mogget_cat]

There is laughter in response, and a moment of brightness.

And an equally bright smile with laughing green eyes, a moment later.

"I was trying to settle upon some suitable fee to levy against one who has been absent far too long, you see," he says, perching upon the rock beside her. "But I was at a loss. Perhaps this will do better."

Because, even if you are a Bright Shiner and have your pride, some meetings call for hugs.

[dear_of_heart]

Cora hugs back, and after a moment laughs against his shoulder quietly.

"I didn't expect to see you," she admits, when they draw apart a bit. "I'd have thought -- well, it's been a very long while, hasn't it? That you'd have moved to one of those worlds you play music in."

[mogget_cat]

Yrael's hug possibly says more about how happy he is to see her again, unexpected after so long, than he'd say aloud.

"It's been years," he replies. "But I doubt I will ever fully move on. This is my home, and I cannot truly leave the Charter of the Old Kingdom behind."

[dear_of_heart]

"Yes," she agrees, having not considered that strange magic. Creature of Wild Magic, untamed, she knows -- but only slightly, not as much as friend and mischief. "I am glad. Longer for me, perhaps?" she says, glancing up to him. It's hard to tell, with immortal friends. "I'm not sure how long, exactly, but it's been... oh, more than fifty years to me."

That she leans her shoulder against him still says something for how she's missed him. Fifty years and death have loosened Cora's careful proprietry some, but she is not one over-given to touch with friends not currently in cat-form.

[mogget_cat]

The part of him that is more Mogget than he knows, that he so often indulges without thinking, tilts his head to rest it briefly against hers as she leans against his shoulder.

"Far too long." That about covers it, however many years have passed. "I hope they were kind years, despite Time's insistence upon keeping my friend away from me."

[dear_of_heart]

She smiles up at him. "Kind enough, and busy. I must admit I've had enough of school administration, but it was a lovely challenge."