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[white_flowers]

She 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.

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[winged-defender.livejournal.com]

"Wow," Peach says after a minute, "you're crazy, lady. I'm not mocking you," she goes on quickly. "But - seriously, I know a lot of people who aren't Riders of the Dark and none of them are nothing."

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."

[white_flowers]

She shakes her head, quickly.

"No-- no."

There's a silence, and then she adds softly,

"Not yet. I can't. Not yet."

[winged-defender.livejournal.com]

"All right," Peach agrees amicably. "Well, I'll owe you a drink when I see you in the bar again, eh?"

[white_flowers]

"All right," she says, and the light musical voice is very soft indeed.

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.

[winged-defender.livejournal.com]

(I will not slay thee, but I will do unto thee worse than that.)

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.