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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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[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."