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[lionbright]

Lleu is making bows.  Collecting firewood with Florence gave him the idea.  This is work his marksman brother taught him, so these are reasonably strong and balanced; maybe not for anything as big as deer, or wolf, but certainly well-made enough to kill rabbit or fowl.  He is minded of several reasons it might be a good idea to arm himself: Kay's

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[littlebetter]

"You're Lleu," Gaheris says, without preamble, in the clear, abrupt Latin he's taken to using all the time now. His dark eyes with their flitting unsteady thing in them watch Lleu quietly, with interest.

[littlebetter]

"Ragnelle's Folk, that's all. And Clar's always been Wise. My wife--she isn't here. But she can't do any magic, just tear you to bits with her tongue. Any rate, I don't go down there much. All kinds of trouble going on all the time."

That smile is still hovering at his lips, even if he did just mention Lynet.

[lionbright]

"What about Morvydd? and magic?"

[littlebetter]

A small hesitation. "Well, Morvydd can do anything. But she keeps me."

[lionbright]

"She's kind. She was kind to me, as well."

He looks away again.

"It's strange, knowing everyone and not knowing them."

[littlebetter]

"I know," he says, feelingly.

[mhari]

SORRY. XD