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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]

Piotr is usually up for meeting new people! Even when painting, in theory, although then he tends to accidentally ignore them for long stretches in favor of getting his brushstrokes just right.

However, that's unlikely to happen at the moment.

Instead, he smiles back, and turns his steps that way.

(Does he know her? He doesn't think he knows her. He's got a good memory for faces, and he's pretty sure that was just a hello-stranger-I-am-friendly kind of wave.

But one can never rule out bodyswaps, reincarnation, etc.)

[dear_of_heart]

He looks familiar to Cora, but she doesn't think they ever met -- then again, all of that was a lifetime ago, for her.

"Hello!" she says, when he is close enough, putting away her food and dusting crumbs off her long skirt. "It's a lovely day, isn't it?"

She stands up, off the boulder, and dips a quick and shallow curtsy. "Cora, late of Narnia."

[steelartisan]

"Da," Piotr says, smiling a little, "it is."

He'd be flustered by a proper, formal curtsy with any real deference in it, but this kind of quick politeness he can manage fine; he bobs his head in return, only a little awkwardly.

"I am Piotr Nikolaievitch -- or Peter, if that is easier. Of San Francisco, now." Russia still lies deep under his words, a light but constant accent, and Russia is still and always home to his heart. But he hasn't lived in the Rodinya in many years.

"It is good to meet you, Cora."

[dear_of_heart]

"You as well, Piotr," she says, having encountered much more difficult names -- it's still foreign to her. "I've never been to San Francisco, but I've heard it is beautiful."

Maybe somewhere to travel next?

A quick smile. "Are you an artist?"

[steelartisan]

Piotr shrugs a little, with a small and self-deprecating smile. It's the kind of shrug that means okay, yeah, I am -- humbleness, rather than uncertainy.

"I am."

A very muscle-y artist.

"The light here is very good. And I can keep paintings here, and my girlfriend does not complain about paint on the furniture." Much. "Is useful."

[dear_of_heart]

Cora laughs, slightly. "Well, that's always helpful. I have friends who do actual art-- I just sketch plants to remember what they look like."