[If you're happening across the Keep grounds at this particular time, you might have caught a glimpse of a woman scaling the wall. She's certainly an unfamiliar face in either event
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[Tumnus the faun has rather the penchant for keeping himself active while living here at the Keep. The fact that this is doubling as him looking for Odette is a small matter that he is not broadcasting just yet. Not like it's bothering him, or anything... nope...
His thoughts are turned rather inward, his hooves clipping lightly across the snow covered walls over the Keep wall-walk. As a dark haired woman suddenly appears, having scaled the wall rather than taken the stairs (wtf, Lara??), the faun pauses and watches her for several moments.
Then he coughs softly into his fist, ears flicking forward.]
Ahh... I'm t-terribly sorry, miss, b-but this is certainly not Avalon...
[Certainly not, Tumnus. Lara has just arrived from the Arctic, so she is dressed quite warmly. But your concern is appreciated. She notes him and once she realizes he is not a threat, decides against going on the offense.]
[Well, thank heavens for that! Heaven knows, you don't need to be tromping around in booty shorts and a tank top in this weather.
So says the nearly naked faun.
He studies the unfamiliar woman curiously, clipping forward, but not moving into her personal space. It's just easier than shouting across the wall-walk, you see.]
A-avalon? Well, I h-have read of it, to b-be certain. This place, h-however, is known as Holloway's Keep...
[He gestures with one hand to indicate the area at large.]
[Are they thinking about the same Avalon? She watches him as he moves closer. He's a faun, and her natural reaction to mythological beings will be to shoot first and ask questions later. If there's anything left.
But Tumnus has spared himself this knee-jerk reaction, by simply being nice.]
[The faun nods, bushy hair shifting about his bearded head. He scratches at that same beard, head tilting slightly in thought.]
Well, an Avalon... Mind you, I have learned that there are distinct differences between places one might think they are speaking of; particularly amongst the residents here.
[Lara, please to not be beating up or otherwise crippling the Keep faun; he's really quite sweet and gentle souled. He studies the bundled woman rather curiously, having noted that she doesn't seem at all startled at his being a faun; nice change, that.]
Yes, I'm rather afraid you're not likely at all where you think yourself to be... or, possibly, when you expect yourself to be. Time and such seem to have no particular meaning here.
His thoughts are turned rather inward, his hooves clipping lightly across the snow covered walls over the Keep wall-walk. As a dark haired woman suddenly appears, having scaled the wall rather than taken the stairs (wtf, Lara??), the faun pauses and watches her for several moments.
Then he coughs softly into his fist, ears flicking forward.]
Ahh... I'm t-terribly sorry, miss, b-but this is certainly not Avalon...
[And WTF are you wearing???? Aren't you cold???]
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Are you familiar with the location?
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So says the nearly naked faun.
He studies the unfamiliar woman curiously, clipping forward, but not moving into her personal space. It's just easier than shouting across the wall-walk, you see.]
A-avalon? Well, I h-have read of it, to b-be certain. This place, h-however, is known as Holloway's Keep...
[He gestures with one hand to indicate the area at large.]
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[Are they thinking about the same Avalon? She watches him as he moves closer. He's a faun, and her natural reaction to mythological beings will be to shoot first and ask questions later. If there's anything left.
But Tumnus has spared himself this knee-jerk reaction, by simply being nice.]
Holloway's Keep. [Explains the castle.] Damnit.
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Well, an Avalon... Mind you, I have learned that there are distinct differences between places one might think they are speaking of; particularly amongst the residents here.
[Lara, please to not be beating up or otherwise crippling the Keep faun; he's really quite sweet and gentle souled. He studies the bundled woman rather curiously, having noted that she doesn't seem at all startled at his being a faun; nice change, that.]
Yes, I'm rather afraid you're not likely at all where you think yourself to be... or, possibly, when you expect yourself to be. Time and such seem to have no particular meaning here.
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