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[dark-eyed-fae.livejournal.com]

A fairly normal someone - looks like a college kid - wanders into the cantina, looking around curiously. Hope I got the coordinates right...

He's dressed up, comparatively, at least - as in, he's in slacks and a fairly nice shirt as opposed to a t-shirt and jeans. He waves awkwardly at the bartender. "Uh, hey."

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"Nah." She watches the boats. "Bastiches were jes' glad ta git out here."

[dark-eyed-fae.livejournal.com]

"Obviously." He has to smile slightly, though.

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She has a pull from her bottle, then looks up, her bright eyes a little absent as she listens to the stone walls speak and the river's silent song. This is an old place, old as her mother's people perhaps, and what it has to say is even beyond her ken. That's why she keeps coming back despite the peace of it. As she listens the mischief and roguery fades from her face and that white light seems to play just beneath her skin, showing a tiny hint of the true form of this being who lives in both worlds at once.

[dark-eyed-fae.livejournal.com]

He watches her warily for a moment, but even with the light she still seems... peaceful. He thinks he remembers something, from the time he tried to read the Lord of the Rings, about one of the elves being something made of light in another world.

He relaxes, but stays quiet, not wanting to interrupt.

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She's silent for quite some time, the soft breeze off the river drying tendrils of her heavy hair and moving them, her bottle forgotten in her hand as Orion and Runamuck frolic in the distance. And all around them sits the peace.

"The rocks remember 'em," she says at last, her voice holding an odd but unthreatening note as she blinks and turns her gaze toward the river. "But they're holdin' their secrets. The plants're all too young, 'n rivers never remember much."

[dark-eyed-fae.livejournal.com]

"Somehow I'm not surprised. Never talked much to rivers, but they seem like the type. The ocean's like the rocks, though."

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"Not quite. It ain't as steady 'n it remembers different." She wades out of the water and settles down to sit on the grass as her gaze goes absent again. "Got a $#$#@ of a temper, too."

[dark-eyed-fae.livejournal.com]

"I knew about that part already. I lived in it, remember? Not much else to talk to." He wanders back to sit next to her.