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[iwhinny4dragons]

Sybil had been a restless sleeper when she was young, when all she'd done was posture about and go to school where you were taught to posture about. She tried to do more, of course,but no one made it easy for her; certainly no one ever told her how she might go about doing it, and so she'd struggled (very quietly and very politely), and been a

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[sir_samuel]

Something was not quite right. That much Vimes knew as soon as he began to barely drift into consciousness. It was a good trait for a copper, to know immediately when something was wrong, to feel a shift in the air when something changed. When suddenly someone was walking behind you where there had been no one, when a shadow you had been watching shifting. Little changes that could make your night a whole lot more interesting.

This was a bit more than a little change, and yet he could not quite tell what had happened. His body felt wrong- no, unfamiliar. But that wasn’t even it. No, it just felt... vaguely familiar. He slowly opened his eyes, just a little worried as to what he would see.

But all there was was a familiar sheet and the wall of the Vimes room in the Compound. He slowly turned over.

And that’s when things got interesting.

He sat up sharply. “What the bloody hell?”

[iwhinny4dragons]

Sybil stretched a little, regrettably awake now, and blinked a few times from underneath a few wayward, sleep-mussed curls. The wig was so warm in the climate, and she wasn't getting it singed off regularly- or at all- that her hair, after much hemming and hawing and consideration, had begun to grow back in. It did slowly, and so she still wore the wig, but young and fresh in the morning she had a charming little bob of curls. Further awkwardness as far as her 16 year old self would have been concerned. Grown Sybil with a 16 year old frame couldn't have been bothered. And wasn't. She smiled and said, "Morning, dear," and then turned onto her side, tucking her hands beneath her cheek, leg half curling.

She blinked a few more times and looked up at him, eyes narrowing. Then they widened considerably. She sat up herself, rather quickly.

"...Oh my."

[sir_samuel]

"...Sybil?"

Of course it was Sybil. I did look like Sybil - well, after a fashion and minus a few decades. And then there was the awkward fact that Vimes had, in fact, met a sixteen-year-old Lady Sybil Ramkin, even if the circumstances had meant that he had not gotten much of a chance to study what she looked like.

Still, it was the sort of thing that felt like it needed confirmation.

[iwhinny4dragons]

"Of course, Sam, who else could it be?" she said reasonably and- and here's where the trouble really was- blushed.

"I assume that's you, as well."