Behind Merriman, Bran Davies runs, trying not to let the scabbarded sword belted about his waist bump into his legs. Even now, with Wild Magic hissing and sparking against the Dark in the air, he is still Bran Davies. He holds tightly to what he knows as himself
(a small neat room in a small neat cottage just off Cadfan's Way, a hillside with John and Owen and Lluchddu guiding the sheep, a yellow rose in the gardens of the Lost Land, a king leading his queen out into a sunlit land)
as the Hunter wakes in the bottom of his mind. So it is that Bran stops short when Merriman commands it. Then, listening to the Hunter, but not letting it take control, Bran paces slowly towards the confrontation.
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Date: 2006-06-13 04:54 am (UTC)(a small neat room in a small neat cottage just off Cadfan's Way, a hillside with John and Owen and Lluchddu guiding the sheep, a yellow rose in the gardens of the Lost Land, a king leading his queen out into a sunlit land)
as the Hunter wakes in the bottom of his mind. So it is that Bran stops short when Merriman commands it. Then, listening to the Hunter, but not letting it take control, Bran paces slowly towards the confrontation.