[Delilah: Open Post] “how they say his name, make it their own"

[kamloops_rose]

It's been a strange summer, for Delilah. She's struggled with loss, once again, struggled also with who she is and isn't, in this place where she feels very often like she is the last of her kind

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[regency_twihard]

It's been one of those days when the work of printing and writing just feels like *work* to Cathy, and so she has put it all aside for the day. She needs a walk, a good, long walk to clear her head, and so she dons her walking shoes and ventures out into the fresh air.

[kamloops_rose]

Perhaps in the distance she'll see the smoke from Delilah's fire? She's roasting a few berry-stuffed hares, and will be happy to share her meal, even with a stranger.

[regency_twihard]

The smoke catches her attention: she wonders if it might be a brush fire, but as she gets closer, she notices the aroma of cooking, and wonders if it might be the cook fire of some hunters or gypsies, and so she'll proceed with a little more caution, as she approaches the clearing. "Hello? Is anyone here?" she calls out.

[kamloops_rose]

The call startles Delilah, who stands, looking around.

"Show yourself!" she calls.

She has very little access to weapons, but she does have a slingshot on hand, and is ready to use it.

[regency_twihard]

She'll stumble out of the bushes, a bit startled by the voice and it's passion, holding her hands palm up and open, away from herself. "It is only I, M-miss Catherine M-morland," she sputters, nervously.

[kamloops_rose]

Delilah blinks at the young woman. She was at the ready, prepared to defend herself, but the other one seems so nervous, instead she laughs, brightly, and relaxes.

"Well, you shouldn't be around sneaking, Miss Catherine Morland," she says genially. "It's bad form, isn't it?"