C'est une "open post"

[petit_pupil]

Adèle sits daintily on a lawn chair in the gardens. She's dressed in one of the prettiest new gowns that M. Rochester recently bought for her. She is enjoying the spring sunlight and the budding flowers--but most of all, she's enjoying being nineteen, and her primary purpose for sitting outside has much less to do with the fine weather than with

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[moderatelymad]

...and here comes someone now. Florian hasn't been in the vicinity for quite some time, but it's a nice day, and he's never been very good at reclusive. He nods politely.

[petit_pupil]

*at the sight of a man walking down the path, she sits up very tall and attempts an elegant wave and a charming smile. she calls out in a pretty voice* Why, hello, Monsieur!

[moderatelymad]

He pauses, looking back at her with half a crooked smile. "Good afternoon."

[petit_pupil]

*stopping him in his tracks, she hopes, by engaging him in conversation* I do not believe we have met, Monsieur. I am Adèle Varens. *she watches him expectantly*

[towardthefuture]

*despite that he's still himself trapped awkwardly in a nineteen year old body, The Little Boy has decided to go for a walk*

[petit_pupil]

*she notes his approach and assumes a very ladylike position, adjusting her curls and smoothing her skirts. she offers a greeting cheerily, hoping he'll introduce himself* Bonjour!

[towardthefuture]

*tips his head a little to the side* Hello.

You look an awful lot like your Mother.

[petit_pupil]

*...well, she didn't expect that; she's partway pleased, knowing that her mother is quite pretty, but she's also quite confused. she cants her head a little* You know my mother?