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[creepyfangirl]

Enters a young lady in a long black gown to match her long black hair. Her skin is pale, as though she doesn't see the sun much. She is quite pretty.

She sweeps forward, bringing with her a scent of lilies and formaldehyde.

"Well, that took long enough. Has anyone seen Sir Lancelot?"

[Hellawes the Sorceress, from Le Morte d'Arthur. She, uh

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[cywyllog]

Cywyllog glances up from her tea, eyebrows raised.

"Chances are if you wait long enough, he may find you."

[creepyfangirl]

"Perhaps. But more likely if I wait in a place where he happens to be."

[cywyllog]

"It seems you are in luck, then"

[creepyfangirl]

"Is it so?" Inasmuch as someone of her melancholy appearance can perk up, she does so.

[cywyllog]

"Well, he is about and you are a woman who is not unfortunate looking," Cywyllog points out. "That does tend to increase one's chances of attracting his attentions."

[creepyfangirl]

She seems immune to the subtext. "Indeed, I have tried, but he escaped me."