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[dear_of_heart]

Cora wanders into the bar absentmindedly, her hair starting to escape its braid and a large smudge of chalk on her cheek.

She fetches the cumbersome Ducks and Dictators: The History of the Ruling Class of Zenaflp 913 from the library, and orders some tea from a passing waitrat before going to sit down by the fire (though she pauses, a moment, when

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[witchy_rebel]

"It happens like that," Morgan says in her soft, lilting voice. "I remember, from before. Croweded at this time. You have to come later or earlier to get a seat."

[dear_of_heart]

"I've never seen it this busy before," Cora replies, with a small smile, "but I am not here very often, truthfully."

[witchy_rebel]

"I used to live here, years ago." And she smiles back.

[dear_of_heart]

"Oh! It seems like many people do that," she says, before remembering.

"I'm Cora, from Narnia, before I forget. It is very nice to meet you."

[witchy_rebel]

"And I am (Morgan of Cornwall) Morgne of Gore, and it's nice to meet you, too."

[dear_of_heart]

"Was it very interesting, when you used to live here? I mean, they do have a library," it is clear that Cora believes this to be a Good Qualifier for a place to live, "and all, but I've not seen much else about the place."

She's heard of the stables but, being unable to ride herself, didn't really pay much attention.

[witchy_rebel]

"I never found the library, but...yes, it was interesting. Lake and stables, and different worlds..."

[dear_of_heart]

"A young girl showed it to me," Cora admits, "some time ago. Are you from Earth, then, or another world?"

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[witchy_rebel]

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"Aye, I am - Gore is Britanina...Aengleland? I think most people know it as."

[dear_of_heart]

Her brow furrows, as she thinks for a few moments. "England, do you mean?"

She doesn't sound much like the English people Cora has met, but she has not met very many to judge.

[witchy_rebel]

"Aye, although...not yet. I'm from earlier then most people."

[dear_of_heart]

Cora nods. "Most Narnians here are from before my time, though Tirian is from long after it. I never thought I'd meet any of them, truthfully."

[witchy_rebel]

Morgan nods as well, brushing her back with her right hand (her wedding ring catches the light brifly).

"It is usually like that." A little smile.

[dear_of_heart]

"Unless, of course, one could naturally meet people from stories without a magical tavern," she laughs.

She sees the ring, but does not think much of it--most women of Morgne's age are married, though Cora has not yet grown too old for such.

[witchy_rebel]

A twitching amused smile.

"Unless one is from the stories, of course...but then you couldn't meet others."

[dear_of_heart]

"Tirian thinks I'm from the ancient past," she agrees. "Have you met people from Earth stories here, then?"