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[never_king]

It's a sunny afternoon in this part of the Nexus, specifically the garden in front of Will and Bran's tower. Will is mowing the lawn, away in the far corner, far enough to have passed out of earshot some time ago. All Bran can hear of him is the whirr of the old push-mower, and he is half dozing beneath the shade of the single apple tree, idly

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[northseaflotsam]

Things being what they are, of course someone does; a familiar, if evidently preoccupied, someone at that, walking a little uneasily, as if the T-shirt sits too lightly on his shoulders. It's one of those days.

[never_king]

Bran grins, sitting up immediately to wave. "Mordred! Over here!"

[northseaflotsam]

He looks up sharply, blinking at the tower for a moment. "Afternoon."

[never_king]

Bran is still grinning as he goes to meet Mordred. "I haven't seen you in ages."