She has been warned many times to stay away from this woman. But one who is as Dark as that piece of soul that Mal tries to hide is an attracting force.
The vampire, who was making her way to the bar, stops and nods.
"A little while it has been since I have seen you last," observes Bran Davies, unsmiling. Bran has left his harp in Bar's protection, but he is hardly defenseless. The ancient sword whose sheath hangs from Bran's belt may perhaps be familiar to the lady Anghared of Northgalis.
Familiar indeed. She turns to look at him, a cold smile curving her lips, but as she sees the sword in its scabbard shock is vividly clear on her face.
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The vampire, who was making her way to the bar, stops and nods.
"Lady."
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"My goodness, no lady am I -- a farmwife only, I was."
Among other things, oh yes.
"But hello anyway, dear."
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A slight smile, two small fangs.
"It is good to meet you. I believe I have been told of you before."
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"Have you now, dear? And still it is that you find it good to meet me? My goodness."
Her smile is warm and gentle, although blue eyes are bright with winter's chill.
"What is your name, cariad?"
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It would also be impossible for him not to know that one has to be very careful around her.
He's sitting nearby, just watching her from over his book.
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Ice-blue eyes meet his, and Blodwen smiles gently.
"Goodness me. Hello, cariad."
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"Blodwen Rowlands, I am, dear -- and who is it that you might be?"
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"That's a lovely coat."
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"Why, thank you, dear. Fond of it I am, I must admit."
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"I can understand why you would be.
May I join you?"
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The light soft voice is warm and gentle and very pleased.
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"Where did you get that?"
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HI.
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Blodwen stares down at the three very unusual children.
"My goodness me."
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