It might take a little longer. Cullen makes it into Mia's kitchen just as the first fat drops begin to fall.
Enchanter's here, he says to Bran, low. Alistair wants me there. I'd hoped -- the weather means --
Bran waves him off with his fork. Can't set posts in this, nor mortar. We'll have a few days, I should think.
Cullen's shoulders slump in relief; Bran eyes him a little warily. You didn't think I'd be cross, did you?
I made a commitment, Cullen says. Stubbornly.
Go soak your head, Bran says, cheerful, and slugs him in the shoulder.
Cullen says something in response that isn't quiet enough, resulting in Bran rapping his knuckles with the fork, delighted nieces and nephews, and Cullen dropping an entire sovereign in a newly established swear jar.
He treks back to Alistair in the pouring rain, but seeing as he's got a carefully wrapped parcel of currant scones with him, he can't bring himself to mind too much. Even if he's going to have to pull out an old quilted gambeson from the bottom of his trunk to be decent among company.
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Enchanter's here, he says to Bran, low. Alistair wants me there. I'd hoped -- the weather means --
Bran waves him off with his fork. Can't set posts in this, nor mortar. We'll have a few days, I should think.
Cullen's shoulders slump in relief; Bran eyes him a little warily. You didn't think I'd be cross, did you?
I made a commitment, Cullen says. Stubbornly.
Go soak your head, Bran says, cheerful, and slugs him in the shoulder.
Cullen says something in response that isn't quiet enough, resulting in Bran rapping his knuckles with the fork, delighted nieces and nephews, and Cullen dropping an entire sovereign in a newly established swear jar.
He treks back to Alistair in the pouring rain, but seeing as he's got a carefully wrapped parcel of currant scones with him, he can't bring himself to mind too much. Even if he's going to have to pull out an old quilted gambeson from the bottom of his trunk to be decent among company.