For gar_demokratia

[fillegentille]

[She's skulking around Hellas's house, now that she's found it. She goes through the bedroom--and the other bedroom--and the other other bedroom, and a few rooms whose purpose she can't identify. She likes it, though. There's something that might be a kitchen, and past it, a room full of cushions. With Hellas lying in the very middle.

Well.]

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[gar_demokratia]

[if she'd discovered anything of the sort yet she would've been smoking slowly, that's how relaxed and regal she looks. Well, she's trying very hard to be sure.

She looks up in slow surprise when France suddenly walks in.]

...May I help you?

[fillegentille]

[determined to not get chased out of the house with a spear] I was--I was looking for the privy, madame.

[gar_demokratia]

And you chose to look inside for the outhouse? [narrows her eyes and sits up a little-- she looks vaguely familiar but she can't place the barbarian woman]

[fillegentille]

A silly mistake!

[She doesn't back out of the room, though; she's waiting for Hellas to remember her.]