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[cywyllog]

While out on a walk, Cywyllog managed to find her way to the Mansion all by herself. She'd heard about the explosion, of course, so seeing it back in once piece as if nothing happened is rather curious

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[peaceourcargo]

Fletcher is sitting on a piece of the front lawn, a bound anthology of anthropological literature on his lap.

He looks up and smiles at Cywyllog, a little shyly. "Hey," he says, "Need help finding anything?"

[cywyllog]

She starts a little, pulled out of her reverie by the sound of the voice, but smiles back.

"No, I was just looking around, not for anything in particular. I am still quite new here."

[peaceourcargo]

"Oh. Okay," and yes, that's probably a little bit of the note of the awkward seventeen year old confronted with a very pretty woman, "I'm new too. Sort of."

He puts the book aside and stands up. "I'm Fletcher Neihart."

[cywyllog]

"Lady Cywyllog." She holds out a hand to him. "It is a pleasure to meet you, sir."

[fingersofleaf]

"Hey!" Percy waves. "How are you? Did you settle in okay?"

[cywyllog]

Cywyllog waves back, with a small smile.

"Hello, Peredur. I am... adjusting. I expect it will take some time. I trust you have been well?"

[fingersofleaf]

"Oh, I'm okay. I'm building houses." He beams. "There's some people need houses. Did you find a place to stay?"

[cywyllog]

"That must keep you rather occupied, what with your garden to tend as well."

Her smile falters some. "I did. I am staying with Mordred, Gawain and Clarissant."

[heartofbirds]

Linden bumps into her, and his ickle face displays curiosity. "Hello."

[cywyllog]

"Oh, dear, I am sorry." She steps back a little and smiles down at him. "Hello there."

[heartofbirds]

He bows, politely. "I'm Linden."

[cywyllog]

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Sir Linden." She curtsies back. "I am Lady Cywyllog."