(And make it what, for Claire, is very soon. Soon enough and through strange enough means that it may be why she's in this place, at this time, where this man was to be found. Soon enough that she'd run as far from Scotland as possible that very moment if she did know.
And for Claire, as far as she knows, Scotland's the only place she is. There are many ways to get to the Bar; some of them involve only the Bar grounds. And trees can hide many things from sight.)
He gets a far more curious look at that, one that turns her smile a little uncertain. "It's more my idea than his, a bit. And I doubt jobs for university professors will be available terribly soon, especially with so many men coming home from the war. But I suppose in a few years, if he finds a job, it's possible."
She's just now noticing the quiet. The road isn't that far away, but she hasn't heard an auto honk for what seems an unusually long amount of time. It had seemed peaceful, before; it seems a bit unnatural, now, after this long.
"Ah--if you'd be so kind as to move a bit? I believe one of the herbs I came to collect is behind you." She indicates a spot with her hand. "Though I'm mostly interested in the ones I hope I'll find by the standing stones over the ridge."
There are no standing stones--no ridges, for that matter--for Crane.
He may realize it, or he may not, but he's been given the last piece of the puzzle by Claire sharing her destination.
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Date: 2015-06-24 11:46 pm (UTC)She still has to make the trip backward.
(And make it what, for Claire, is very soon. Soon enough and through strange enough means that it may be why she's in this place, at this time, where this man was to be found. Soon enough that she'd run as far from Scotland as possible that very moment if she did know.
And for Claire, as far as she knows, Scotland's the only place she is. There are many ways to get to the Bar; some of them involve only the Bar grounds. And trees can hide many things from sight.)
He gets a far more curious look at that, one that turns her smile a little uncertain. "It's more my idea than his, a bit. And I doubt jobs for university professors will be available terribly soon, especially with so many men coming home from the war. But I suppose in a few years, if he finds a job, it's possible."
She's just now noticing the quiet. The road isn't that far away, but she hasn't heard an auto honk for what seems an unusually long amount of time. It had seemed peaceful, before; it seems a bit unnatural, now, after this long.
"Ah--if you'd be so kind as to move a bit? I believe one of the herbs I came to collect is behind you." She indicates a spot with her hand. "Though I'm mostly interested in the ones I hope I'll find by the standing stones over the ridge."
There are no standing stones--no ridges, for that matter--for Crane.
He may realize it, or he may not, but he's been given the last piece of the puzzle by Claire sharing her destination.