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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.*

[mother_lost]

*Gwen is still standing by the door, transfixed. Her fists clench in the folds of her skirt. She barely notices the others around Owen.

Owen. Owen who she almost thought was a dream. Owen who cared for them.

She takes a small, hesitating step forward, barely breathing.*

[owendavies]

Owen shows no sign of having heard Gwion. He stands still, looking at the woman. Older, she is, maybe ten years older than the being who was not Gwen. The look on her face is nothing like Desire's strange incomprehensible smile.

He steps towards her without thinking, one step, two steps and now he's running towards the door staring at her with his heart in his eyes.

[mother_lost]

*She holds out her arms, eyes wide and wondering.*

Owen. Owen Davies.

[owendavies]

He does not embrace her, but he takes one small hand and grips it tightly. "Oh, Gwen."

He has possibly forgotten that he is in public.

[sign_seeker]

*Will is still standing motionless and unboyish, and watching.*

*He's looked away, a little, for the illusion of privacy, but not so much that he cannot see. There is a part of him that is a boy that feels uncomfortable seeing so much naked emotion on Owen Davies' face, but he is both Bran Davies' friend and the Watchman of the Light. A quick flicked sidelong glance at Gwion, but other than that he watches and listens, discreet and waiting.*

[mother_lost]

*She touches Owen's face, ever so softly.*

You're real.

[owendavies]

Owen closes his eyes for a moment as Gwen's hand touches his face. When he opens them he notices Bran standing behind her.

Owen lets Gwen's other hand drop. He has no idea what to say.