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[never_king]

It's a sunny afternoon in this part of the Nexus, specifically the garden in front of Will and Bran's tower. Will is mowing the lawn, away in the far corner, far enough to have passed out of earshot some time ago. All Bran can hear of him is the whirr of the old push-mower, and he is half dozing beneath the shade of the single apple tree, idly

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[northseaflotsam]

Things being what they are, of course someone does; a familiar, if evidently preoccupied, someone at that, walking a little uneasily, as if the T-shirt sits too lightly on his shoulders. It's one of those days.

[never_king]

Bran grins, sitting up immediately to wave. "Mordred! Over here!"

[northseaflotsam]

He looks up sharply, blinking at the tower for a moment. "Afternoon."

[never_king]

Bran is still grinning as he goes to meet Mordred. "I haven't seen you in ages."

[northseaflotsam]

"How goes it?" reaching out an arm in greeting.

[never_king]

Bran holds his right hand up, showing Mordred the two fingers still bound together with medical tape. "Interesting. You?"

[northseaflotsam]

He raises his eyebrows. "What have you gone and done to yourself?"

[never_king]

"Not me. This is courtesy of Will," Bran shrugs, sounding more amused then anything else. "We were walking into the village one weekend, and a car came up suddenly, and Will pushed me into a wall to get me out of the way. I'd almost rather have had the car."

[northseaflotsam]

It takes him a moment to parse this; then he laughs, wryly. "Helpful of him."

[never_king]

"Yes, well." Bran laughs. "I've got him taking notes and doing most of my homework since I can't. And this gets me out of sport, so it's not all bad."

[northseaflotsam]

Mordred snorts. "I see."

[never_king]

Bran grins unrepentant. "So how are you anyway? You never said."

[northseaflotsam]

"Well enough." A little, jerky shrug.

[never_king]

Bran pauses. He's not sure whether to push or not -- he doesn't believe Mordred, but he says instead, shifting under the apple tree again, "Come on into the shade. I can't stay out in the sun too long."

[northseaflotsam]

"Fair enough," with a glance at him, half-smiling.

[never_king]

Bran's mouth twists ironically -- yeah, everyone make allowances for the freaky albino kid -- and he looks away from Mordred. "We've even got lemonade, though most of the ice has melted now. Really making ourselves at home here."