For Agravain.

[lightningcurse]

There's been a whisper on the wind suggests that someone wants to hunt with the Hunter, and he is therefore standing conspicuously in one of the Mansion gardens, his ever-present bow on his shoulders, smiling secretly at something you can't see. In the wind--where did it come from? elsewhere it seems still--his red-brown hair is blowing, and his

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[sir_agravaiting]

Agravain has left his brother, eventually, on the mansion's lawn, and gone round the other side of the house to the gardens - not that he knows where Mabon will be waiting, but something seems right about taking this path. It's good that he did, since he does, indeed, run across Mabon, and stops short, giving Mabon a half-grin. "Came up to the house lookin' for you," he says.

[lightningcurse]

Mabon's smile slips into one that seems genuine. "Did you?"

[sir_agravaiting]

"I did. I brought my hunting things," indicating the bow he carries, the quiver of arrows on his back and the knife at his belt.

[lightningcurse]

"Good. It is well." He looks at the bow with quiet approval. "You are prepared."