closed rp for Miles, Brienne, Simon: We're going shopping!
Okay. Simon needed a wand. (Nobody laugh.) And he also needed to pick some things up for River, he thought. Brienne of Tarth, that kind and competent soul, had offered to show him the way to the nearest village.
He'd entertained the idea of bringing River along. She seemed to be doing so much better ... He'd decided against it because he couldn't guarantee she was better. It would be nothing short of disastrous if she flipped out in the middle of some small wizarding shop.
Then Brienne informed him another acquaintance of hers would be coming along for the trip, and that settled it. Simon didn't feel comfortable introducing River to anyone he hadn't already met himself. Who knew what this Miles Vorkosigan could be like?
As it turned out, Miles Vorkosigan was ... a hyperactive dwarf? No, not a dwarf. He didn't have the proportions associated with dwarfism, not precisely. Uncommonly short, then. And uncommonly energetic. The two of them made an odd pair, Miles and Brienne, with Brienne so tall and bulky and silent, Miles so short and wiry and talkative. Simon held all assumptions in reservation, forcing back the wry thought that opposites attract.
"So. Miles. Have you been to Hogsmeade before?"
He really hoped Miles had never met him, Simon, before. After meeting Chance Silvey, Simon had begun to wonder how many other people had known his other self or selves, and what kind of impression the other Simon(s?) had made on them. Hopefully a good one, but probably not, knowing his habit of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.
He'd entertained the idea of bringing River along. She seemed to be doing so much better ... He'd decided against it because he couldn't guarantee she was better. It would be nothing short of disastrous if she flipped out in the middle of some small wizarding shop.
Then Brienne informed him another acquaintance of hers would be coming along for the trip, and that settled it. Simon didn't feel comfortable introducing River to anyone he hadn't already met himself. Who knew what this Miles Vorkosigan could be like?
As it turned out, Miles Vorkosigan was ... a hyperactive dwarf? No, not a dwarf. He didn't have the proportions associated with dwarfism, not precisely. Uncommonly short, then. And uncommonly energetic. The two of them made an odd pair, Miles and Brienne, with Brienne so tall and bulky and silent, Miles so short and wiry and talkative. Simon held all assumptions in reservation, forcing back the wry thought that opposites attract.
"So. Miles. Have you been to Hogsmeade before?"
He really hoped Miles had never met him, Simon, before. After meeting Chance Silvey, Simon had begun to wonder how many other people had known his other self or selves, and what kind of impression the other Simon(s?) had made on them. Hopefully a good one, but probably not, knowing his habit of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.