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white_flowersShe walks silently away from them all as the last light fades from the sky.
(This one has her life and her potential. What do you have now, White Rider?)
She knows the answer, and it is bitter as ash on her tongue.
She has nothing. Not even her oldest name.
(This one has her life and her potential. What do you have now, White Rider?)
She knows the answer, and it is bitter as ash on her tongue.
She has nothing. Not even her oldest name.
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Date: 2006-06-20 04:01 am (UTC)(I would have killed her. And murder is a sin, boy.)
(I wish you had. I wish I had.)
(Do not say that.)
(Oh, it is all right. I could not have killed her anyway. Immortal, and all that.)
Bran takes four steps towards the woman and stops, staring at her departing back.
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Date: 2006-06-20 04:05 am (UTC)In any case, she hesitates, then turns.
Blue eyes meet golden ones. She says nothing.
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Date: 2006-06-20 04:17 am (UTC)Flatly, without very much lilt in his voice at all, Bran says, "Now what?"
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Date: 2006-06-20 04:38 am (UTC)The light soft voice, at least, is familiar.
"Do you mean to kill me, then?"
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Date: 2006-06-20 05:06 am (UTC)At the top of the list, and again at the bottom, Bran thinks of Guinevere, alone with an infant in Owen Davies' cottage when Caradog Prichard came to the door. Once he dreamed of her with her black hair blown in knots and her gown falling off of her shoulder.
Guinevere has gone on to the silver-circled castle at the back of the North Wind. She does not need Bran to avenge her now.
Bran wraps his right hand around Caliburn's hilt. His palm burns. He lets go of the sword.
"No."
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Date: 2006-06-20 05:15 am (UTC)Each soft word is bitterly clear.
She turns from him once more, evidently meaning to start away again.
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Date: 2006-06-20 05:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-20 05:44 am (UTC)"And I do not want your pity."
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Date: 2006-06-20 05:57 am (UTC)Bran turns away, walking shakily towards the bar. The fact that he dares have his back to her speaks of his disdain for the woman who was once the White Rider.
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Date: 2006-06-20 06:21 am (UTC)She watches in silence as he leaves, his white hair gleaming in the twilight as brightly as the hilt of the sword at his side.
Only after the door of the bar shuts behind him does she turn away again, heading into the deepening shadows of the forest.
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Date: 2006-06-20 04:25 am (UTC)She's absorbed in chewing on a branch, and makes no move to attract Blodwen's attention. Still, scarlet macaws aren't really designed for camouflage.
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Date: 2006-06-20 04:41 am (UTC)Something twists in her face as she sees the bird, and she turns her steps as though to pass by to the side.
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Date: 2006-06-20 04:48 am (UTC)Still busy with the branch, not looking up.
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Date: 2006-06-20 04:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-20 05:11 am (UTC)And they do change, don't they?
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Date: 2006-06-20 05:16 am (UTC)"So they do."
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Date: 2006-06-20 05:21 am (UTC)"So where you going?"
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Date: 2006-06-20 05:22 am (UTC)"I don't know."
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Date: 2006-06-20 05:29 am (UTC)Still gnawing. A piece of bark falls to the ground.
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Date: 2006-06-20 05:38 am (UTC)Flatly.
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Date: 2006-06-20 05:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-20 05:46 am (UTC)Bitterly said, as she looks up at the bird.
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Date: 2006-06-20 05:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-20 05:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-20 06:02 am (UTC)She shakes her head and looks up at Blodwen. "But all that depends what you want."
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Date: 2006-06-20 06:22 am (UTC)"What I want? How can you say that matters now, after what has happened? I don't even know who I am!"
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Date: 2006-06-20 06:29 am (UTC)"It always matters," she says, after a long pause. "What else would? What do you want?"
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Date: 2006-06-20 06:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-20 06:58 am (UTC)"Well, I can't do that," she says. Not just won't: can't, though she doesn't sound especially sorry about it.
"You're on your own with that one. What I can do is I can try and help you get someplace where you can figure out who you are - or we can head back to the bar and I can get you a drink."
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Date: 2006-06-20 07:02 am (UTC)"Why?"
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Date: 2006-06-20 07:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-20 07:13 am (UTC)"Don't! Don't -- you -- don't mock me!"
There is nothing of that otherworldly coldness in it now, but something lies beneath her tone, something of desperation and despair.
"Not you. Not you."
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Date: 2006-06-20 07:21 am (UTC)"We don't need reasons to help somebody," she says after an awkward pause, and it's uncertain just who 'we' is. "Only need a reason not to."
She claws at the branch and looks at Blodwen again. "So I'll do what I said, if you want, unless you wanna give me a reason I shouldn't."
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Date: 2006-06-20 07:40 am (UTC)Tears well in the blue eyes, and she blinks them back, refusing to let them fall.
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Date: 2006-06-20 07:50 am (UTC)After a moment she leans down and starts gnawing at the branch again, not saying anything, waiting to see if Blodwen will speak.
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Date: 2006-06-20 08:03 am (UTC)That, of course, was before.
The silence has almost developed a weight of its own by the time she speaks again.
"I don't know where to begin. Or how. Or-- or even why I should."
She looks back at Peach.
"Don't you understand? There's nothing. He made me nothing."
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Date: 2006-06-20 08:15 am (UTC)She gestures with one wing toward the bar. "Bunch of 'em over there. You could talk to them and figure out why they do things, if you wanna go get that drink."
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Date: 2006-06-20 08:27 am (UTC)"No-- no."
There's a silence, and then she adds softly,
"Not yet. I can't. Not yet."
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Date: 2006-06-20 08:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-20 08:38 am (UTC)She hesitates, almost as if she might say something else--
(they took the blossoms - and produced from them a maiden - and gave her a name)
--but in the end she merely shakes her head in helpless silence and goes on her way, walking through the edge of the forest.
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Date: 2006-06-20 08:48 am (UTC)Lleu never saw her again, after she tried to kill him. After Gwydion avenged him.
"Go well," Peach says - in Welsh, not in the Speech. She drops off the branch and glides quietly back to the bar.