There is a knock at the window. A witch in a crown of live black-eyed-Susan-vine is hovering on her cloudpine there. "Yoo-hoo," she says, muffled by the glass. There's a pardalote daemon perched on her knee, who hops up and down in a friendly sort of way.
Isabella turns toward the window.
"...Hello, Tianetta Nimah!" she says. "I wasn't expecting you!"
"Just passing through," replies Tianetta Nimah. "Let me in."
Isabella hesitates, but she gets up and goes towards the window. [Sherlock, I am so, so sorry to ask, but if she or Hendasamon shows the least bit of interest in you - could you pretend that Steph was under the bed - I'm so sorry.]
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Date: 2013-05-01 09:07 pm (UTC)There is a knock at the window. A witch in a crown of live black-eyed-Susan-vine is hovering on her cloudpine there. "Yoo-hoo," she says, muffled by the glass. There's a pardalote daemon perched on her knee, who hops up and down in a friendly sort of way.
Isabella turns toward the window.
"...Hello, Tianetta Nimah!" she says. "I wasn't expecting you!"
"Just passing through," replies Tianetta Nimah. "Let me in."
Isabella hesitates, but she gets up and goes towards the window. [Sherlock, I am so, so sorry to ask, but if she or Hendasamon shows the least bit of interest in you - could you pretend that Steph was under the bed - I'm so sorry.]