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[fitzroyal]

Henry is out for a walk, at night, strolling across the lawn to the lake. He's always liked water in the moonlight - how it looks like silvered glass, almost as though he could walk on it. He's standing there, quite still, hands clasped behind his back, almost as though he is waiting for someone - which, perhaps, he is.

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[phedre_25]

Probably not this someone, but here she is nonetheless, tugging her shawl around her shoulders, walking and thinking about a million things.

She won't see Henry, in fact - too busy pondering the new things that have happened with Tom, or should we say, Fitzchivalry, and of course, her desire to die, and how so very much she misses Henry.

Because she does, really, really she does.

[fitzroyal]

He sees her, though, and turns, not walking to her, but making a bow. "Phedre."

[phedre_25]

.....

"Henry." She curtsies, not closing the distance. She has no idea what to do with him.

[fitzroyal]

He doesn't either, and it shows. His eyes flicker, a touch. "Would you walk with me?"

[pandora_antioch]

Pandora felt him a long way off... and she moves to see him, not discreetly, making sure that she will not startle him in any way.

"Henry?"

She knows he has no trust for her. She's trying to show that she is honest, and that if he wants to avoid her, he has plenty of time.

[fitzroyal]

He looks up, but still watching the lake, hands not moving from behind his back.

"Lydia."

[pandora_antioch]

"Is it a bad time?" She comes, stands next to him, a respectful distance, but close enough to express intent to have a conversation.

[fitzroyal]

"Not at all."