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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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[steelartisan]

It's only a few minutes before a man walks out of a different stand of trees.

Piotr is coming from much less far away, even if the casual observer would only have seen them both emerge from wooded paths. He was on the far side of the lake sketching studies for a painting; it's a lovely afternoon, full of warm light. But there are clouds starting to gather, and he's judged not getting his sketchbooks rained on to be the better part of valor.

Things Cora may notice include his height, his quantity of muscles, and the large portfolio slung over his shoulder. Also, a general air of amiability.

[sea_and_field]

There is a very young woman talking a walk by the lake, pensive. The skirts of her sea-green dress trail a little behind her. It is rather heavy for a sunny day, but she had dressed for late autumn, not spring. She is thinking that she'll probably need to see that everyone in the household is well provided with winter attire, so she doesn't notice the woman on the boulder until she is nearly upon it.

"Good day, " she greets her, with a friendly, if small, smile.

[mogget_cat]

Nothing and no one is craftily stealing her bread.

Not at all. Of course not.

Not even for the principles of the thing.

...The Mogget doesn't even like bread that much.