Cora, of Beruna (
dear_of_heart) wrote2012-04-29 07:30 pm
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fake m_m
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.
"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.
no subject
"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."
no subject
"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."
no subject
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.
no subject
"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."
no subject