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[fair_hero]

Hero hasn't hardly been out since her injury; since then she's stayed in Don John's room, letting him tend her, and after she got well it's very likely he didn't let her out. But the spring is so beautiful, and so warm, and she's truly so bright that staying inside is hard, terribly hard

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[norweenish]

*passes her and can't help but whistle approvingly*

[fair_hero]

She stops, her skirts blowing around her legs, and curtsies* Good morrow, my lord!

[norweenish]

Oh- er, hi. *tips his crown*

[fair_hero]

*curtsies again, force of habit and shyness* How do you?

[norweenish]

I'm good - you? *a little awkwardly* I'm Fortinbras, King of- never mind.

[fair_hero]

O! Forgive me, I knew not!

[norweenish]

Oh, no, I was just introducing myself! Sorry.

[fair_hero]

*she stands a little awkwardly, unsurely, her cheeks pink with her shy blush*

[norweenish]

I, er- sorry. You reminded me of someone.

[fair_hero]

I pray 'twas a glad memory, my lord.

[norweenish]

It was, yeah. *wistful smile*

[fair_hero]

*she smiles, then, at him; meets his smile*

[norweenish]

*blushes a little and clears his throat* So, uh, who are you?

[fair_hero]

O, forgive me, I have forgot myself. *curtsy quickly!* I am Hero, my lord, Leonato's daughter, o' Messina.

[norweenish]

Messina, huh? Is it nice there?

[fair_hero]

'Tis most beautiful of all places I know. *and she can't help sounding wistful--* The olives grow there.