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[fairandcold]

A day or two after their rides, Eowyn finds herself wandering down towards the trees, to see if she can find the home of Lamorak's brother and his wife. She wonders, after a bit, if she wouldn't have done better to wait until Lamorak could formally introduce her, but by that point, she can already see a little house in the distance-- too late.

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[dragon_dealer]

Cimorene is certainly home, humming one of Dinadan's compositions a bit idly. She's making bread, up to her elbows in flour, and doesn't look much like a princess at all, a few strands of black hair escaping the pinned up braids, her skin tanned from outdoor work.

If Eowyn gets close enough to knock, or hover near the door, Cimorene calls out "Oh, just come in. Everyone does."

[fairandcold]

She will, then, pushing the door open and stepping uncertainly inside.

[dragon_dealer]

She looks up. "Hello. Are you one of Dinadan's then, or did Percy invite you?" As Haynes has never ever, had a visitor, she feels he's safe enough to leave out.

[fairandcold]

'Neither. I am- I am a friend of Lamorak's. He said his brother lived here with his wife, and welcomed strangers. In truth,' she adds, realizing it even as she says it, 'I cannot say why exactly I thought to come.'