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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]

"It never does, at least in my stay," Cora says, quickly amused. "Long for me; it's always difficult to tell how time has passed here while I've been gone.

"Cora, late from Narnia," she introduces herself, after a moment, "though there's like as not very little chance you've heard of us."

Not now that all of the Narnians in Milliways she knew have moved on.

[sea_and_field]

"My visits have not been much separated by time - it makes it easier to get used to going through the right door into the wrong place." Lothíriel shakes her head, not quite seriously.

"My name is Lothíriel of Dol Amroth", she replies, and because she knows not of Narnia, adds, "in Gondor. You are right, of course: I have never heard of Narnia. Is it a country, or a city?"

[dear_of_heart]

"A country," she says with a smile. "I was from Beruna, first, but most recently of Cair Paravel-- the capital. Is Dol Amroth large?"