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[cywyllog]

This isn't a dramatic entrance. In fact, it's an entrance of little importance, aside from those who are coming in the door.

And who are they? Well, a mother and her two young sons. Nothing special, nothing extraordinary. Just a quiet group of three as they make their way through the bar and settle near the observation window.

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[yuppie_trash]

"Would you like something from the bar, Cywyllog? For yourself or for your children?" Patrick asks cordially upon passing, arms swinging with every casual step. Sedate observation of the children, knowing that he has met one of them, Melou, once before. There is just the difference of age and he wonders if the child will know of the young man he will become.

Doubts it.

Smiles slightly, "Twins, are they common in your family?"

[cywyllog]

Cywyllog smiles up at him from her chair. "I am fine, thank you. Would you like anything, boys?"

Both Melou and Melehan shake their heads and squint up at Patrick. One of them says, "Hello."

Their mother smiles again. "They are not common at all, actually. In either mine or my husband's family."

[yuppie_trash]

The edges of his smile curve up, and the expression widens, looking down at the boys, "Hello." And raises it over to their mother, "You're welcome. Do you mind if I keep you company for a little?" Although he does pull out a chair, and sit himself down.

Leaning over, resting his elbows on his knees. "Oh, unique. They're going to be handsome, and the girls will not have a chance against them."

[cywyllog]

Her smile falters, and she looks down at her sons, playing with their toys on the floor.

"Yes. They will be just like their father."

[maid_of_astolat]

Elaine comes over with a smile. "Hello, Cywyllog. They're getting so big!"

[cywyllog]

"They are, yes." Cywyllog smiles back, as do both boys. They recognize Elaine, a little.

"It is amazing how fast the time seems to go."

[maid_of_astolat]

Elaine sits down. If one or both boys want another lap to sit on, hers is free at the moment.

"How have you been faring? I've not been in the bar quite as much as I was. It was busy at home."

[cywyllog]

"Oh, we are well, all of us." The boys remain playing on the fllor, happy for the time being.

"What is it you have been busy with?"