Medraut Lloyd (medraut) wrote in newbritain, @ 2012-07-29 22:08:00 |
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Current mood: | anxious |
Anna arrives on New Britain with little fanfare, in security almost as tight as that which surrounded her departure, if considerably less hostile. Three of her sons meet her at the spaceport -- Medraut and Gadriet are still in Bredigan, they say; they're expected within the week -- and conduct her to the Hall. It's been refurbished, built onto, weathered; there's not much trace of the near-derelict Alliance building that it was when Arthur moved his people in. He's there to greet her, late as it is by planetary time, and Gwenore beside him. That interview is mercifully brief.
Medraut turns up the next morning, a little before noon, at the door of the suite allotted to her. He hasn't bothered to tidy up; he's in battered jeans and work shirt, dust on his heavy shoes, his hair too long and windblown, unshaven since yesterday; in which state he only resembles Athyr all the more.
"Mama," he says by way of greeting, mildly.