[snapshot]

[illgotten]

It's like a cloud lifting. His face still shows signs of the strain that's present in his stance, his movements; but in a different, less grim light.

And he walks a different way this afternoon, up the path that leads past Melehan's cabin and eventually, by a roundabout way, to the Mansion; the way Cywyllog so often walks.

typist: yes, this

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[whosyourmom]

Always glad to ruin whatever good mood there might be hint of, Morgause appears behind him. "So, will you be inviting me to dinner to meet him, or will your poor mother just have to 'drop by' like everyone else?"

[illgotten]

He turns sharply. "When I want him poisoned, I'll be sure to do that."

[whosyourmom]

"Must you always bring that up? If I wanted him dead, he'd probably be that way by now. I'm merely trying to take an active interest in my children's lives."

[illgotten]

"I notice you don't specify which ones. Or exactly what kind of active interest."

[whosyourmom]

"Right now it's you, and wanting to meet this fellow who weems to have so captured your fancy. If he's fallen for you, then he's not my type, so there's no need to worry there." Not that her tone or her smile are particularly reassuring.

[illgotten]

"At last report, your type was 'too young to know better', so probably not." He faces her, sardonic, hands buried in the pockets of his jeans.