Introduction

[youngandhealthy]

A girl of about seventeen crawled out of the bushes. She was wearing a somewhat coarse and dirty shift, and was, herself, a bit disheveled, but for all that was quite handsome indeed. Once out of the bush, she looked around, and found herself not at all where she was expecting to be. So, after a short moment of surprise, she shrugged to herself

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[border_princess]

And Helen also decides to wander by at a convient time. She notices Molly, but doesn't think twice. After all, people here dress pretty oddly. Look, Molly. The pretty boy is ignoring you.

Typist: Molly is getting no love. Wait... Molly is getting plenty of love but two people commenting does not an introduction make. Therefore I am throwing out someone that Molly cannot bed. (But she can try.)

[youngandhealthy]

T: Madcap hilarity ensues?

Molly tended towards slightly more rugged men, on the whole, but choosiness was not one of her defining characteristics.

"Oh, sir!"

[border_princess]

Typist: Or just Helen taking off and running.

"Hmm? Oh. Good day."

[youngandhealthy]

"Sir, could you tell me where I am? I seem to have lost my way." Molly looked quite fetching, and knew it, but sensed that the damsel in distress act wouldn't work so well with this young man. So she decided on sensible boldness instead.

[border_princess]

"Well, the house is justed called the mansion. I don't know of any other name." A pause. "Do you need help with anything?"

[youngandhealthy]

She looked down, her voice quiet. "I'm afraid I didn't mean to come here. Could you be so very good as to point me towards Squire Allworthy's estate?" The modesty seemed much more genuine than it had for Wickham.

[border_princess]

Helen felt sympathetic. She knew how hard it was to arrive here and be afraid. "I'm sorry. I don't know where that is and I don't think you can get back there." She bowed, trying to be a little gallant. "Prince Vasil Kurtzevitch, at your service. I would be happy to help you in any way."

[youngandhealthy]

A prince! She blushed prettily and dipped into a very low curtsy. "I'm just plain Molly Seagrim, your majesty. You're far too kind." She glanced up through lowered lashes. "So there is really no way to get back, then?"

[border_princess]

"No. I'm afraid not." Helen smiled, attempting to be friendly and welcoming. "I'm pleased to meet you Panna Seagrim."

[youngandhealthy]

She bit her lower lip with a small, timid smile, and offered her hand. "The pleasure is mine, your majesty."

[border_princess]

Helen blinked for a moment, trying to figure out what to do with the hand. Eventually, she settled on bowing over it and kissing it lightly and very quickly.

[youngandhealthy]

As the prince took the hand to kiss, Molly wrapped her fingers lightly around Helen's, giving her hand a light squeeze and clearly reluctant to release it though she isn't outright rude.

[border_princess]

Helen was taking this as shyness and tried to respond by being friendly. She didn't remove her hand. "Do you want me to show you araound?"

[youngandhealthy]

"Oh, your majesty, I would like that very much. Though I wouldn't like to put you to any trouble."

[border_princess]

"It would be no trouble at all." Smile. "Would you like something to eat?"

Typist: Because someone needs to show her how the plothole works.

[youngandhealthy]

Sweet smile back, as the shyness seems to be making some progress. "That would be very nice, your majesty. Thank you."

T: Good call.