Not a first time entrance, honestly. ^^;;

[brothercadfael]

Time passes very differently inside and outside Milliways. This is a fairly well-known fact. So while it may have been quite a while in Milliways-time since a certain monk first opened the door to his workshed and found himself in a strange, noisy place, for Brother Cadfael it has been barely a fortnight. And so when the door to his workshed

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[gone_byebye]

Ray- who, tonight, is wearing his civilian clothes and merely contemplating his papers- is seated not far from the Window himself. At the sightof the newcomer he looks up and nods politely with a smile.

[brothercadfael]

Cadfael's nose isn't quite pressed to the glass, but it's as near as can be without seeming overly obvious. At the sight of the younger man's nod and smile, his own smile broadens still further and he returns the nod in kind.

'Caeli enarrant gloriam Deo.' He waves a hand at the window, indicating the swirling mass of stars outside. 'The heavens declare the glory of God -- and no better way to see it, I should think.'

[gone_byebye]

"Oh, I couldn't imagine better myself," Ray says. "When I first came here I sat by that window for hours, just watching and trying to write down a tenth of a percent of what I saw. I couldn't, of course- there's just so much. Isn't it incredible?"

[brothercadfael]

'Incredible is certainly one way of putting it.' His smile turns a little rueful. 'On my last visit here -- which was also my first, now that I think of it -- it gave me quite a shock. Not something that I ever thought I should have cause to see, in this life.'

[hands_unclean]

[ooc: may I just take this opportunity first to SQUEE MADLY? yay, Cadfael!]

There's never any mistaking the monks, no matter what the nationality. The robes, the hair, the air of devoting one's life to a higher cause... all of which had caused Lady Macbeth amusement even before she had died and found herself nowhere near Hell.

"I had wondered how long it would be until I saw a man of God in this place," she remarks from behind him. "There is so much sin here that needs balancing out."

[brothercadfael]

Cadfael turns from the window, his expression mildly inquisitive.

'Indeed, madam?' he says mildly. 'There are few places where sin is not, but there is no place where God is not.'

[OOC: Ee, thank you! It's been ages since I brought him in, but I'm glad I did.]

[hands_unclean]

"Indeed, good brother?" She joins him and examines the neverending loop of destruction and undoing. "If God cannot even make His way to Scotland, I very much doubt He would bother us here."

Her eyes flick onto his face. "What is your accent? I feel I know it some."

[brothercadfael]

His brow furrows slightly at her remark, but he keeps his thoughts to himself.

'A Welshman by birth, madam,' he says, 'of Trefriw, in Gwynedd, though I have travelled far from the fields of my childhood. I dwell at Shrewsbury now, in the abbey of St Peter and St Paul.'

[theravenboy]

A young man in a sweater and trousers, carrying a small golden Welsh harp in his arms, says, "Lovely, isn't it? I forget to look, sometimes."

[brothercadfael]

Cadfael turns, his genial smile still a little dazzled by the beauty of the stars outside.

'It is indeed,' he agrees wholeheartedly. 'The heavens declare His glory, though a sight such as this is never given to mere mortals to see. Or at least, nowhere but here, it seems.'

[theravenboy]

"And the firmament shows His handiwork," Bran agrees, smiling back at the monk. "My name is Bran."

[brothercadfael]

The monk had smiled at the first part of the young man's reply, but the name catches his attention instantly -- as does the young man's accent.

'Bran, you say? How interesting.' And then he slips into Welsh as he continues, 'The raven is a noble bird, or so I was taught in my youth.'