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[sisterbenedict]

Wilhelmina is in a startlingly good mood, sitting outside, back to her usual age, and throwing stones into the pond absently, watching the ripples spread and smiling a little, her simple, pale blue dress fanned out around her legs, folded up beneath her, so she seems ready for flight at any moment. But there's a light in her eyes that isn't often

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[cyranosavignien]

And Cyrano will come by, his usual, to fish, and... he might just pause a long while, observing her, lost in thought.

[sisterbenedict]

She looks up, noticing him eventually, and then looks down with a blush, though still watching him out of the corner of her bright blue eyes, very like, though not as deep, someone Cyrano knows.

[cyranosavignien]

Well yes. That's why he's been staring. He shakes his head at himself, settles his fishing gear.

"I'm sorry, Mademoiselle." Because staring is so impolite. But he bows, deep, low, profoundly respectful.

[sisterbenedict]

She blushes more and curtseys back, keeping her eyes down. "Oh - oh no, don't worry about it." Hurriedly.

[pandora_antioch]

If Wilhelmina is still around at night, Pandora will find her.

“Well, you certainly seem to be happy,” she observes from her observation point, voice fond, friendly, and somewhat amused.

[sisterbenedict]

She's likely just getting up to go back inside, and she jumps, whirling, then beams. "Lydia!"

She doesn't really remember what she told Pandora. If she did, she'd be a lot more awkward.

[pandora_antioch]

Pandora walks over, smiling bright.

"It's wonderful to see you, so happy. How are you?"

[sisterbenedict]

"I'm - well." She blinks, then considers. "I don't know. It's ...strange."