[OOM: Upon his return home, Melou pays someone a visit.]

Back in the bar tonight, Melou is a little more sombre than usual as he grabs a glass of ale from the bar and then settles at table.

He seems less than interested in the alcohol, though.

It's been a few hours now. Strangely enough, they've gone by quickly, faster then Cywyllog thinks time ever has here before. Not that there's anything different. Except for what is, of course ( Read more... )

It is a relaxed and peaceful Cywyllog in the bar this evening. She's curled up in a chair with a good view of the bar as a whole - or as much of the bar as she could find - simply watching the goings on.

No tea, no wine, just an odd smile.

Amy came in this evening in trailing gown of gold-brown brocade, went straight to the House of Arch, and has reemerged in a much much simpler grey wool dress. She's relishing not having to dress up while she can.

She's settled in over by the fireplace, with tea, watching the comings and goings in the bar.

Company would be simply lovely.

[OOM: There's an old superstition that it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding (Plourr doesn't believe in it; Rial might). Still, though, surprisingly enough, everything goes off without a hitch.]There is a princess bride sitting at the bar. How to tell she's a princess bride? She wears an unmistakable simple silver ( Read more... )

So last night, Indy made Meg an offer she couldn't refuse. The early part of this evening was therefore spent in intensive training—the art of alcohol has advanced a fair amount since Meg's day—but by the time Happy Hour rolls around, Indy feels confident enough in Meg's prowess that he sends her to change into her bartending outfit while he writes ( Read more... )

"There has been nothing odd going on there at all, lately," said Bran earlier this evening.

"That is unusual, isn't it?" said his da.

"Yes, unfortunately," answered Bran. "Would you like to come along with me tonight?"

***

Therefore, Owen and Bran Davies are sitting together at a side table with a pot of tea.

A young girl sits at a table near the fireplace, in a light blue dress with white lace. A cup, apple, and notebook rest on the table. Though she has slippers nearby, her feet are bare. This is so Sansa can look at her painted toenails and grin ( Read more... )

This isn't a dramatic entrance. In fact, it's an entrance of little importance, aside from those who are coming in the door.

And who are they? Well, a mother and her two young sons. Nothing special, nothing extraordinary. Just a quiet group of three as they make their way through the bar and settle near the observation window.

Cywyllog is once again in the bar tonight. She's sitting at a quiet table, with a glass of wine and humming softly to herself while people watching.

It's possible she's keeping an eye out for a few specific people.