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[treadingdawn]

Perhaps those of you bonded for this occasion will take advantage of your second pair of eyes and keep them on the lookout for a Talking Horse. I have not seen Bree in many days.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to say anything, Peter.

[More seriously.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[huff.]

I can't, Caspian. Not with my family here.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[The kitchen's bright enough but it may as well be as dark as the How.]

Then it won't be here, Peter.

[Caspian thinks he can do subtlety very well.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[This is turning out into a much more of a headache than Peter imagined. The idea of hiding something that big from the others? Not something he likes.]

Fine.

[Peter gets up to throw away the uneaten half of his sandwich.]

I think the rest of this discussion is better left to a later time.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Peter knew it wouldn't be simple right? Then again, 30 years of social idiocy, well this 16 year old can't help him there!]

I agree.

[Looking sheepish for a moment for pushing it. Desperate much? He does get up to rinse the glass out though.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Peter's just embarrassed. He puts his plate into the sink in relative silence.]

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I'll be at the glen north of the lake at sunset.

[He mentions ever so casually while drying the glass. It's all he says then he puts the glass away.]

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[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

I heard you.

[Peter's at the kitchen doorway, about to head up.]

Night, Caspian.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Raising his chin to look up a moment from the counter.]

Goodnight, Peter.