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[graciousness]

[ in the midst of the talk of war, have a serene image. guinevere is sitting on a bench in the bailey of caer glaem, lap filled with leaves and flowers while clever fingers work diligently on this. she looks as if she's about to say something when a rose comes falling into her lap.

a bit of a scolding look upwards towards what is probably a fairy ]

I already made one of roses, there is really - no - need -

[ spoken between more falling roses and this will go on for a few moments until she'll she reach into the pocket of her gown to pull out a few small pieces of honey cake ]

there you go and - thank you -

[ looking around herself, well this was interesting. ]

I wanted to say thank you to all those who have been so kind to greet me as they have, unseelie and seelie alike. This world is filled with kindness and it is this kindness that will one day see it more peaceful times, I hope.

[ looking away towards the fairies who seem happy with the reward. ]

--- They really love cake, don't they?

003 ☆ Voice ☆ Both Courts

[parallels]

Clara Oswald here.

So...

[There's a lengthy pause as if she really doesn't want to be doing this post but feels compelled to for some reason. Or perhaps she just has no idea how to start.]

So this is Draubwurld's chance to play advice columnist. About-

[There's another painful silence. Or space for a long suffering sigh.]

Relationships.

[Another pause and then suddenly she bursts into speech, going to quickly that it's a little frightening that someone's mouth can move that fast.]

I'm mean I can't be the only one, can I? Had someone back home and then ended up here. Or back here, technically, for me. And now you've got to figure out what's to be done about it. Can't stand around the station hoping your mobile will finally, someday, send them a text message back. The one that you meant to reply to before you showed up here.

If we're trapped here for years and age slowly, it's not quite going to work to just pop back in when the war is over. "Hey, sorry, got kidnapped by fairies 65 years ago, sorry about that, yeah I'd love to go to the cinema like you said in your text". And all the while, they've wondering why you went missing all those years ago.

[And there it is, the sigh.]

Do you just... remain loyal even if it means they might have forgotten you when you return? Or moved on? Or do you call it a wash and start thinking of this place as a new life.

Either way, feels like a bit of losing game, no matter what you do. Suppose that's part of war. But war doesn't usually last centuries. For humans like me, anyway.

[Then she realizes something she probably should have said way back from the start.]

Sorry. For the too much information. And the personal questions. And personal answers if-and-or-when they are given.

Thanks.