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[mother_lost]

*Guinevere comes downstairs and takes a seat at a table. Though it's been a week since she arrived, she looks a little lost.*

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[theravenboy]

[OOC: Still writing this damned paper. So sorry, can't play tonight. Tell Gwen that the Davies men love her!]

[mother_lost]

[OOC: Awww. S'okay. More power to your writing arm.]

[theravenboy]

Bran leads Owen over to the table. "Good evening," he says, voice still reserved, posture perfectly straight.

[owendavies]

"Noswaith dda, Gwen," Owen says. His voice is warm, and he is actually smiling.

[mother_lost]

*Gwen's face lights up, and she smiles back at them.* Good evening, Bran, Owen. How do you fare?

[owendavies]

"Very well, thank God," Owen says in sincere gratitude. "And you?"

[maydaybrat]

A fox watches her with cool, unblinking eyes from near the fire.

[mother_lost]

*After a time, she feels someone's gaze on her, and looks around for the source.

Her eyes pass over the fox at first, but eventually come to rest on it again.*

[maydaybrat]

Slowly, the little fox gets up and pads over to her table, and jumps up onto a chair. He is still staring at her.

[mother_lost]

*She tilts her head, curious, and holds out a hand for the fox to sniff.*