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Henry is not upset, precisely. Henry is determined. His mom and some mystery lady have found Baelfire- that's the Dark One's son! He's been lost for centuries!- and Henry isn't going to just... stay home and wait for them. He wants to go, to see what happens, to be in the story instead of reading it.

And spend time with his mom, of course. Moms who aren't evil queens are definitely the best.

He knows Emma, by now; she'll throw a few things into a bag, toss it into the back seat, and take off in her bug. She won't check the trunk, because it's still full of random odds 'n ends, blankets, and all sorts of other junk.

And so, if Emma should attempt to depart- she will be doing so plus one stowaway, happily nested under the blankets in the back.

Date: 2015-01-11 03:33 am (UTC)
blooded_poet: (Old memories)
From: [personal profile] blooded_poet
Lynn gives her a frustrated look, tries to remember the things she said, and how she pronounced the words...

"Trans-la-tion spell," she says, very carefully.
Edited Date: 2015-01-11 03:35 am (UTC)

Date: 2015-01-11 03:35 am (UTC)
my_own_savior: (Great)
From: [personal profile] my_own_savior
"... Oh. Can you understand me?"

Date: 2015-01-11 03:36 am (UTC)
blooded_poet: (Old memories)
From: [personal profile] blooded_poet
... Her companion does not have enough grasp of the language to understand that. She looks at Emma helplessly.

Date: 2015-01-11 03:37 am (UTC)
my_own_savior: (Not equipped to handle)
From: [personal profile] my_own_savior
"Right then. Son? Mr. Gold's son?"

Date: 2015-01-11 03:47 am (UTC)
blooded_poet: (I am not well)
From: [personal profile] blooded_poet
"... Find son," agrees Lynn, carefully.

Date: 2015-01-11 03:47 am (UTC)
my_own_savior: (Oh look parents)
From: [personal profile] my_own_savior
"... Okay. You can still show me?"

Date: 2015-01-11 03:48 am (UTC)
blooded_poet: (Default)
From: [personal profile] blooded_poet
"Find," says Lynn, because she doesn't have a very big vocabulary right now.

Date: 2015-01-11 03:51 am (UTC)
my_own_savior: (Know that trick)
From: [personal profile] my_own_savior
"But you lost your magic."

Date: 2015-01-11 03:54 am (UTC)
blooded_poet: (Unfortunate circumstances)
From: [personal profile] blooded_poet
'Lost' and 'magic' both register as words Lynn knows.

Problem is, she doesn't know how to reply. She thinks, then gestures: first to her eyes, then to a spot. She circles the spot with her finger, points to her eyes again, and then to her temple. She can't scry for him, but she wasn't planning to. She already knows how to get to his house.

Date: 2015-01-11 03:56 am (UTC)
my_own_savior: (Yeah right)
From: [personal profile] my_own_savior



"I think I got that," says Emma, slowly. "You already know how to get there. Okay, then we don't need to go back."

Date: 2015-01-11 03:57 am (UTC)
blooded_poet: (Default)
From: [personal profile] blooded_poet
Lynn manages to catch the meaning from context. 'Don't' and 'back.'

"... No back."

Date: 2015-01-11 03:58 am (UTC)
my_own_savior: (Default)
From: [personal profile] my_own_savior
"That sounds definitive enough for me."

They'll continue the drive, this time in silence.

Date: 2015-01-11 04:06 am (UTC)
blooded_poet: (I like you)
From: [personal profile] blooded_poet
Lynn does have quite a few, but - hard to tell them with no language to speak.

She asks some questions about words by pointing and saying, "Name?" and manages to cobble together a slightly larger pathetically small vocabulary before they get to New York.

It's a long drive, but eventually, they arrive in New York.

Even without the language, Lynn knows the way. She gives slightly clumsy directions, with the language barrier, but they manage. Eventually, Lynn points at an apartment complex, and says, "Son."

Date: 2015-01-11 04:07 am (UTC)
my_own_savior: (Know that trick)
From: [personal profile] my_own_savior
"There? You're sure?"

Date: 2015-01-11 04:07 am (UTC)
blooded_poet: (Unfortunate circumstances)
From: [personal profile] blooded_poet
"There," insists Lynn.

Date: 2015-01-11 04:08 am (UTC)
my_own_savior: (Best for you)
From: [personal profile] my_own_savior
"Well, let's go pay him a visit."

Date: 2015-01-11 04:18 am (UTC)
my_own_savior: (Sick of it)
From: [personal profile] my_own_savior
It really, really isn't.

"... Henry? What are you - did you stow away in the back the entire time?"

Date: 2015-01-11 04:20 am (UTC)
my_own_savior: (Great)
From: [personal profile] my_own_savior
"Somehow," says Emma, "I don't believe you."

Date: 2015-01-11 04:21 am (UTC)
blooded_poet: (I like you)
From: [personal profile] blooded_poet
Lynn will just be... Over there. Looking like she's kind of amused with Henry.

Date: 2015-01-11 04:25 am (UTC)
my_own_savior: (Oh look parents)
From: [personal profile] my_own_savior
"I'd - turn around and put you back, but we are already here," hedges Emma. "... Look, it's not safe for you to stow away in the back of my car. Not to mention Regina's probably worried sick."

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