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[baldr_dash]

One end of the lake is shrouded in mist this morning. Not so unusual. What is unusual, however, is the ship that sails out of the mist. The mist departs, pierced by the early spring light, and so does the magic that brought it here, the ship, Hringhorni, is brought to a halt and a rope ladder is thrown over one side, followed by what appears to be

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[lightningcurse]

Mabon comes out of the trees like an elk and smiles slightly, secretly, watching Baldr.

[baldr_dash]

His head turns in Mabon's direction curiously, sensing the power that is familiar yet different.

[lightningcurse]

"You are like me," Mabon says, soft at wind in grass.

[baldr_dash]

"Or perhaps you are like me" he smiles. "Is this your land?"

[7liesby7]

Well, well, well.

OOC: And here, have a Low Key, also from American Gods!

[baldr_dash]

He watches him curiously. "Your daughter mentioned that you were here."

[7liesby7]

He grinned. "I've been around for awhile, yeah. Your Dad and I have been chatting."

[baldr_dash]

"Oh yes?"

[stopmjolnirtime]

*grins* Hello!

Typist: NOT from American Gods. Hurrah!

[baldr_dash]

He grins back "Hello, brother."

Ty: There aren't many of us who aren't!

[stopmjolnirtime]

"It's good to see you!"

[baldr_dash]

"And you, have you been well?"

[seetoggsrun]

Eee, a ship! "How'd you do that?"

Typist: Also not from American Gods! Teenage ex-con artist from the Victorian era, prevented by the Mansion from becoming a sailor.

[baldr_dash]

"I don't know! I thought we were on the ocean, but then, it was a lake..." He may be talking about the wrong thing, the sailing part is what's baffling him, so he assumes everyone else is as well.

[seetoggsrun]

He's talking about the right thing! "Don't make sense. Nothing does here."

[baldr_dash]

He shakes his head "I'll get used to it I suppose."

[easteregghunt]

Hello, duckling.

Typist: And back to the American Gods puppets! Hooray? ...I dunno, really.

[baldr_dash]

"Hi" he grinned.