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[mother_lost]

*The door opens, and a beautiful black-haired woman enters. She pauses and looks around in confusion and wonder. Her eyes light on a face that she'd never expected to see again.*

Owen?

*Unnoticed behind her, the door closes quietly and disappears.*

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[owendavies]

[from here]

Owen stares, hands clenching. Very quietly, in Welsh, he says, "It's not real. She's not real." He does not move from his place near the piano.

[gwion_bach]

Gwion looks, and holds very, very still.

Equally quietly, he says to Owen, "Real is a hard word -- almost as hard as true. Or now."

He is aware of Will's presence, but does not look at him.

[maydaybrat]

From under a table, Mordred's normal table, a small, grey-hued fox watches. He creeps forward, golden eyes unblinking.

Her scent is real. Guinevere.

[sign_seeker]

*At the look on Owen's face, Will's head swings around, his face going expressionless in a way that is not boylike at all. He sees the dark-haired woman -- black-haired and lovely, with eyes blue as speedwell -- and he goes very still.*

*By Owen's third word, he has begun unthinkingly to hear the Welsh as an Old One instead of an English boy, with fluent unstudied comprehension.*

*For now, he says nothing, but his gaze is hooded and intent.*

[theravenboy]

There is a harp playing somewhere.

Bran Davies, in an old faded black sweater and black jeans, harp nestled in his arms, opens the door and stares. The harp gives off a discordant chord before he stills it.

Owen is holding the hand of a dark-haired woman.

Bran can't see her face, but suddenly he knows her absolutely. He stands white and trembling, and the harp shakes in his arms.

[maydaybrat]

The fox moves, or rather, he doesn't, but he appears sitting at his brother's side, the look in his golden eyes oddly protective. Mordred glances up at Bran, but doesn't say a word.

Yet.

[theravenboy]

The fox is grey and comes and goes like the milgwn... but there is something else familiar about the fox, something oddly comforting, even. Bran looks down at it. Looking at the fox is safer than looking at his...parents.

[gwion_bach]

And Gwion is not looking at Owen Davies and the woman he himself once knew, though not well.

Instead, he is looking at Bran with compassion, and a little understanding.