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[topofadmiration]

Unlike many people, it is all the magic here that makes her feel safe and comfortable. Therefore, the sudden exit of so large a part of it in the form of the plothole has left her ill at ease for the past few days for no reason she can quite articulate. Miranda has decided, then, to take a walk through the garden. Perhaps a path no one has ever

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[lesser_son]

Melou all but pounces her. Re-meeting his father was not the best experience of his life ever, but Miranda makes him feel much, much better. "My lady!"

[topofadmiration]

"My lord!"

[lesser_son]

"How art thou?"

[topofadmiration]

"O, I am well, my lord. How art thou?"

[lesser_son]

"O--well," after a pause. "Well."

[topofadmiration]

"Ay?" She looks unconvinced.

[lesser_son]

"My lord hath returned," he admits.

[topofadmiration]

"O!" she says, then remembers what he had said about his father. "O. O, my lord--"

[lesser_son]

Melou looks mildly discouraged. "I know not how to speak to him."

[topofadmiration]

"It shall be well, my lord," she says gently.

[lesser_son]

"Ay.. --How art thou? Truly."

[topofadmiration]

"I am uneasy, my lord," she says, figuring that with him, of all people, she must be honest.

[lesser_son]

"Wherefore?"

[topofadmiration]

"I know not. Something... strangeish in the air."

[lesser_son]

"The place where things come from, the--the cupboard. 'Tis emptied."

[topofadmiration]

"O?" she asks, surprised.