She's baaaaack.

[scionofkushiel]

...agaaaaaain

Comments

[ninja_niko]

We're going to suppose that a very good looking young man, reading sedately on a windowsill, focused in all appearances on a heavy mythological volume might count as entertainment... considering who he is.

[scionofkushiel]

Oooh, he does look entertaining. She smiles, just a little, tucks her blue black hair behind her ears, and leans slightly in his direction. "Excuse me?"

[ninja_niko]

He looks up, eyebrows raised. "Yes?"

[scionofkushiel]

Isn't he fine. Subtly admiring. He would make a nice pet, and she can tell that he's a fighter as well. Interesting. She gives him the smallest of almost shy smiles. "I hope I am not disturbing your reading so much, though I am curious what tome holds your attention so..."

[crimson_sugar]

We thought we'd send a redhead. This one, however, is (almost) harmless, and currently drinking tea. She'll nod politely to the lady before she returns to her writing.

[scionofkushiel]

Melisande, however, thinks this redhead looks shiny. Very shiny.

"Excuse me, may I sit down?" With the utmost politeness, easily adapted to suit the person she is trying to manipulate. Or at least sound out.

[crimson_sugar]

Sugar sets down her pen and stands to curtsy, politely. "My lady."

[scionofkushiel]

She inclines her head, slightly. "Please, sit. I wouldn't wish to disturb you."

[tricky_bowman]

Here's someone with something furry... Husdent II isn't particularly threatening at the moment, though his training has been starting to yield results. The knight (though he still looks more like a scout than a knight, with his longbow, his leather jerkin and the blade at his side) wanders in with his dog at his side and pauses a moment. This woman looks familiar - though he's not sure this is who he thinks she is.

He's a bit pale, though. He still thinks that her death was ill done.

[scionofkushiel]

Ah, but she remembers you, Tristan, and remembers that you offered mercy. And that makes you a very interesting person for her. She draws herself up, not quite disdainful but definitely fully self-possessed, full of complete dignity.

"Sir," coolly, expression utterly neutral. Intentionally neutral.

[tricky_bowman]

Pardi, it's her. He takes a breath. Dead people talking to you, when you've seen them die and been unable to help them, no matter how terrible they were...

"Lady."

[scionofkushiel]

She keeps her gaze on him, only lightly accusing. Lightly, she imagines, should be enough. "It is a surprise to see you again."

[fairy_fingers]

Innocent sweet girl here, sitting by a brand new (yay!plothole!) trestle, and sowing with absent dedication. She's humming a quiet French song that may or may not sound D'Angeline, and is fairly absorbed in her work.

[scionofkushiel]

Awww. How cute.

Melisande sits down in a rustle of skirts. "You are very quick with that needle," she murmurs.

[fairy_fingers]

She smiles, a little, and looks up. "Thank you, Madame."

[scionofkushiel]

"It is a skill one does not often see anymore, I find. Many are too lazy to pick it up. I myself simply have no gift for it." A rueful laugh, meant to put Angelique at ease.