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[white_flowers]

A dim, distantly-heard echo of unreal discordant chimes floats faintly on the air, but there is no sound of wings as the snowy owl bursts from a strangely grayish-white cloud and soars over the deep forest toward Milliways. Circling, she glides down to a perch on a tree-branch by the lake. Golden eyes are focused on the bar and its environs

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[white_flowers]

But oh, she does not miss much at all, and the woman in the dazzling green dress smiles sweetly at the girl.

"Why, what is it that you are doing?"

[white_flowers]

Moving water is free of all magic.

It's noticeable when she takes a step back, watching warily.

"Quite a gift, that."

[mercurialist]

Some barrier out there rips where it really, really shouldn't be ripping, and, seated on top of a booth back --

"Son of a bitch ow."

Mercer lurches forward with a hissing wince as he clamps a hand over his eyes.

The spike of pain passes as quick as it started, but he keeps his hand there a minute longer, then raises his head in a quick jerk of movement, grey eyes watchful.

It sharpens a touch when the lady in green walks in.

[white_flowers]

For someone who has not been seen here before -- or so it would seem -- she seems very wary as she looks around the room.

Perhaps it is only the strangeness of the place.

Perhaps.

Her glance falls on him, and her own ice-blue, ice-bright gaze narrows slightly.

[mercurialist]

There's an incongruence about her, like two ill-fitted gears trying to turn against one another. His gaze flicks to the necklace and back up.

And the smile he gives as he drops off of the booth back is bright and guileless, but his eyes don't lose their sharpness.

"Who're you?" he asks.

[white_flowers]

"Anghared," she says softly. "I'm Anghared. I-- I think I may have lost my way."

Her soft light voice is musical, but there is worry in it.

[young_tmriddle]

Tom walks in for a quick scotch. He really only has time for the drink, a few moments of chat with folks by the bar, and then it's back to the May Fair festivities.

He nods to Merriman, as well as to Caspian, Amy, and Lucy. As he's leaving, he notices a lady in green. She seems familiar, but there are so many people here these days who seem familiar. He nods to her as well, but doesn't stop to talk.

That shade of green she's wearing is most eye-catching.

Avada Kedavra!

It reminds him of things he'd rather forget. He frowns and hurries through the painting. Door, Ingress, and Gavroche will be waiting.

[white_flowers]

It might be a surprise to him to see how closely she watches after him, familiar ice-blue eyes bright in a face that is different from the one he knows.

Her smile is just as cold as her glance, but now is not the time.

Not yet.