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path_unpreparedIt takes a moment for him to realise that the ground beneath his feet is not the hard, polished wood of a floor, but something oddly springy.
He slows, and lowers his book.
Somehow, he's not inside Nemuro Memorial Hall on a late afternoon. He's outside, wet grass underfoot and a starry sky above.
This would be strange in and of itself, were it not also for the fact that a short distance away is a greenhouse that looks exactly like the one
('I wonder if the flowers themselves are happy, being forced to last so long.')
in Ohtori.
He slows, and lowers his book.
Somehow, he's not inside Nemuro Memorial Hall on a late afternoon. He's outside, wet grass underfoot and a starry sky above.
This would be strange in and of itself, were it not also for the fact that a short distance away is a greenhouse that looks exactly like the one
('I wonder if the flowers themselves are happy, being forced to last so long.')
in Ohtori.
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Date: 2006-03-31 05:12 am (UTC)"That is Milliways," she tells him. "It is a bar - and these are the grounds. There are doors to it in odd places - there is one that leads where I come from in the - not very far from here."
A pause; then, chin jutting out: "But you may not go there - that is my world. Strangers are not to go there. If you wish to leave you ought to go back to your place."
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Date: 2006-03-31 05:15 am (UTC)'So I walked through a door and found myself here. If I opened the door, it would lead back to my own...world?'
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Date: 2006-03-31 05:24 am (UTC)Mary's shoulders go up in a quick shrug.
"It does not always. People are sometimes trapped here - it is part of the Magick. But if you are there is not much you can do about it in any case."
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Date: 2006-03-31 05:31 am (UTC)'I suppose I shall have to find out for myself,' he says. 'Sooner rather than later.' He tucks his book under his arm, and gives Mary another small bow. 'My thanks, Mary Lennox-san. And my apologies for disturbing your garden, and mistaking it for another's.'
After a pause, he adds belatedly, 'I will not step on the pansies.'
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Date: 2006-03-31 05:36 am (UTC)"It is all right," she adds, generously, after a moment. "I suppose it is an easy confusion to make - and it was not, after all, my garden at first. It was Anthy Himemiya's. She let me have it."
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Date: 2006-03-31 05:39 am (UTC)As he turns, and walks back to the bar, he wonders why the name Anthy Himemiya should sound so familiar to him.
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Date: 2006-03-31 05:42 am (UTC)But her garden needs tending. And so she doesn't.