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[sirbeaumains]

Believe it or not, Gareth has not, in fact, fallen into a hole somewhere and died. He is sitting on the porch of the Orkney's little cottage, carving away with a little knife at a bit of wood he found somewhere or other. He's not had much practice at it, but it seems to come easily to him, as most things do. Stuck on a rough spot, the knife slips

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[bravegoewin]

Goewin's out hunting again, ploughing confidently through the snow with her bow in her left hand, but she slings it over her back when she sees Gareth.

"Cousin?"

[sirbeaumains]

"--perhaps? Though I don't know that we've met, if we are."

[bravegoewin]

"No, we haven't met, but you are surely another of my cousins from Orkney, and reason makes me guess you are Gareth. You've met my twin, Lleu the Bright One. He spoke well of you; you helped him, I gather, when first he came here."

She watches him dust the snow from his hair and bites her lip, managing to turn the laugh into a smile. "I'm Goewin. Artos and Ginevra's daughter."

[sirbeaumains]

"Oh! Yes, I remember! Well-- welcome, then." He seems torn between bowing or going to embrace her. "I am Gareth."

[dragon_dealer]

She laughs, not mean but sharp. "You've not done yourself too much harm, I hope."

[sirbeaumains]

"No, my lady," he says with an embarrassed little grin.

[dragon_dealer]

"Good with swords, bad with knives?"

[sirbeaumains]

"I hit a funny spot in the wood, was all."

[tomboy_22]

Anita smirks at this sight, and tilts her head to the side. "Watch out with the pointy objects, sweetie."

It's amused and friendly - it's been a while, and she kind of came to the cottage to see him, actually, and possibly looking for his brother as well.

It's been a while since she saw her favorite Orkneys.