#bdrpmulan

@the-noble-golden-dragon​

You know what Tom did appreciate about Swynlake?

All the space. It was about as big as Lindisfarne, but with the addition of the forest, it felt much, much bigger. He also quite liked the lake. And the cute little shoppes. Lindisfarne didn’t have much in the way of shoppes. Most drove inland for supplies when necessary. Tom’s ma usually had them delivered to the castle.

Which meant Tom didn’t get to visit little shoppes much. 

It was quaint and quiet and Tom liked that too.

He was waiting on Philly who was doing something or another at PrideU, he’d stopped paying attention. Work didn’t start until next week, so he was enjoying his freedom. Plus, Gilly needed to get out.

They were playing soccer on the quad, which was somethin’ he’d been working on teaching her. Border Collies were wicked smart things. Gilly was no exception.

He’d just tried passing the ball to her, but she missed, just a bit. Enough that it slipped passed the pup and towards someone on the path. 

“Oi! Sorry, lass!” Tom called, jogging after Gilly, who’d gone after the ball. “She’s more interested in the ball than you!” he reassured the stranger with a smile. 

@the-noble-golden-dragon

Artemis did not usually take orders from ghosts.

She helped them, when she could. She listened to them, she made friends with them, because she had learned long ago that befriending the ghosts was better than shutting them out. Like water, if they were able to flow they were gentle, but when blocked, they burst with force enough to level trees. 

But, when the old woman demanded: find my granddaughter, Artemis felt helpless to obey. It was not so much the woman on her own, but the knocking from the otherside. The woman did not come alone. When they had crossed the boarder into Swynlake, Artemis had felt them all, as if a hundred people had just moved into her house. Most of the presences were just impressions, silent and old. The kinds of spirits Artemis used to find between the pillars of the temples in the Sanctuary of the Muses.

So, this is why she followed them to PrideU.

It why she sat on a table in the quad, her back straight as she watched a girl playing an informal game of football. When the group had broken up, the girl came, panting and sweaty, plopping down on the other side of Artemis’ empty table, as it was the only one in the quad. Artemis turned her head slightly, watching Mulan.

“Go on,” the straight-backed woman said, her eyes sharp. She was staring right at Artemis impatiently. 

A week after Anita had been directed to Lou for costume and set collaboration, Lou was sent to see a woman named Mulan about lighting. So far they had not crossed each other’s paths, which, in an environment like this, might be surprising, but Lou had ensconced himself in random classrooms and other areas in the massive theatre labyrinth for most of the time so far. 

Not to say that Lou wasn’t sociable, because he was; he enjoyed a good chat as much as the next fellow, but, when he was working, he preferred quiet. Set designing was, in Lou’s opinion, work. And therefore, demanded seclusion. 

So, when Jiji had hopped up on his table after sniffing him out and ordered him to go talk to their stage director about the lights and set, Lou had been a bit put off, but had sighed and done what he had been told. 

When he found her, he knocked on the door of the room she was in, smiling when she looked up at him. “Hello, I’m Toulouse, you’re Mulan, correct? I’m here to discuss the set and lighting.”