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[danceinblood]

*she kneels on the floor, her jewelry (glints of gold and silver and gems) spread out before her, neatly categorized. a small frown is on her painted lips-- something is missing.*

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[illgotten]

Mordred pauses in the doorway. "Problem?"

[danceinblood]

Salomé looks up, startled, and then nods. "Ay! There is-- o! I know not where it may be." She is distressed as only a very young girl can be at the loss of a bangle-- the difference being, her bangles are considerably more expensive than most.

[illgotten]

He leans against the doorframe, regarding the collection. "What are you missing, exactly?"

[danceinblood]

"'Tis a bracelet. Gold and silver. It shone so." She looks quite as if she might cry.

[illgotten]

"Well, then it should be easy to spot," sucker for wibbling girl-children that he is. "Where'd you have it last?"

[danceinblood]

She blinks-- apparently it hadn't occurred to her to solve the problem logically-- and then considers the question for a moment, fussing with one of her rings. "A day ago, or two. 'Twas in this very room. Or-- or so I think."

[illgotten]

"That's a place to start. All right, where have you already looked? Under the bed's popular."

[danceinblood]

"I have only now discovered it gone."

[illgotten]

"Okay. You want help?" Belatedly.

[danceinblood]

She nods, really not having considered the possibility that he would not help her. She is, after all, a princess. "Ay."

[illgotten]

"All right," amiably. "Check under the bed, then, while you're down there, and I'll see if I can see anything over here."

[danceinblood]

She peers under the bed, scanning for any glint of metal, and finding none, shakes her head.

[illgotten]

Having leaned down to look under the nearest article of furniture, he straightens again, pushing it slightly away from the wall. "Doesn't seem to be down behind here. You look in the drawers?"

[danceinblood]

"I have not." She opens a drawer, peering at the contents-- a pile of silk scarves.

[illgotten]

Mordred moves past her, runs a hand over the windowsill. "Hm. You wear it, or just have it out?"

[danceinblood]

"Wore it." She digs through the scarves, and seems momentarily distracted by the silk in her hands.