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[the_seafarer]

He'd woken this morning from dreams of green waves and white foam, of curlews dipping and of a great white sun rising, and seen Lucy sitting already awake with her back against her pillow, and she'd looked at him with a little smile and clear eyes

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[notjustnarrator]

It doesn't take long for Nick to notice Caspian -- not long at all -- and he mumbles something to the little girl sharing his company before walking, very slowly, to where Caspian is seated.

The little girl remains in her spot by Bar, head turned and watching from the corner of her eye.

"Hello, Caspian."

His is a name he has not forgotten.

[the_seafarer]

The pen stops as Caspian looks up with a small smile and a nod for the familiar-looking man. It takes a moment to recognize him, as the last time they'd met it had been too dark to see properly, but he could hardly have forgotten their conversation.

"Hello," he says, amiably, and pushes back his chair so he can turn to face the other man fully. The look he gives Nick is curious. "It's Mr. Carraway, isn't it?"

[notjustnarrator]

"Yes," Nick says, offering Caspian his hand with a faint smile. "How are you?"

Nick is feeling very wary, but this is a conversation that has to happen.

[the_seafarer]

Caspian takes it, and shakes his head with a slight smile. "Oh, I'm quite well, thank you."

A bit distracted, perhaps; and there's something purposeful in each of his movements, as though he is growing impatient for something to happen, and he gestures Nick to the other chair. "Please, sit down."

He waits for Nick to do so, and then he waits for the other man to speak. he doesn't have much time, but he has time for this.

[merrimanlyon]

You don't live as long as Merriman Lyon has without coming to recognise certain signs, or pick up on nuances of bearing and expression that are more subtle than most would be able to detect.

(all your choices have been your own)

He has no tea with him at the moment. That will come later. For now, he merely crosses the bar and heads in the direction of the table where Caspian sits. The same dark robes that he had worn once, in the chill of a midwinter past, make only the faintest whisper of noise as he approaches.

'Good day to you, my lord Caspian,' he says, quietly.

Judging by the look in his eyes, it is more than a simple greeting. It is the prelude to a parting that they both knew would have to come, one day.

[OOC: Now that I've cleared some space in my brain, I can finally post to this for great slowtime.]

[the_seafarer]

[OOC: Ahaha, super slowtime, FTW. Sorry!]

"My lord Merriman." Caspian rises to his feet, a tall young man with straight shoulders and his head held high. The gray eyes meet the glittering black ones of the Old One frankly and with respect.

"It is a fair meeting. You are well?"

[merrimanlyon]

'I am,' he says, with a gracious nod. 'A few matters have been occupying my attention of late, but none within the confines of the bar, thankfully.'

This in itself is quite true.

A small smile touches the corners of his mouth, briefly. 'And I do enquire the same, though I think I have some idea of your answer.'

[the_seafarer]

"I find myself growing restless, my lord," he says, sitting again and motioning towards another large and rather squishy armchair. Settling himself, he smiles, slightly, gray eyes light and cheerful.

"As all sailors do, I imagine."