Bran had come most of the way on national rail, mostly because it would be impractical to fly in. For the costs anyway. Well he'd done what he could. It felt a little like festival to him. Bran rarely left Clwyd farm aside from school and those times John Rowlands had taken him to festivals to compete or play harp. If not for those times the entire trip would have overwhelmed him. He sat at the nearest station to the Stanton farm, looking at a various brochures for local minicoaches and taxis and because it had been left on the ground, an underground line map. It might be fun to save up and tour London. He should have been hiring a coach to get him to the Stanton's, instead that beaten up copy of the tube stations and railway providers was spread across his lap and his pale head was bent over it tracing paths and murmuring station and business names. Unfortunately the underground had somewhat of an unreliable name currently. He might be better off just hiring a bike and going it on his own.

But I've taken one from Camilla. So here it is.

1. Think of the first word that comes to mind when you think of me.
2. Go to http://images.google.com and search for that word.
3. Reply to this post with one of the pictures on the first page of results -- don't tell me the word.
4. Put this in your own journal so that I can do the same.

This journal is for roleplay purposes only. Bran has been dusted over to the world of His Dark Materials for the game jordan_college. I do not own Bran or The Dark is Rising sequence, those belong to the immensely talented Susan Cooper. Nor do I own anything related to His Dark Materials which belongs to master storyteller Phillip Pullman.

If you wish to contact me and can find no other way, feel free to respond to this post.