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[gypsysorceress]

*Somewhere in the main room of the Mansion, a beautiful girl is dancing. Her grace is remarkable, and her dancing is beautiful, but both those qualities are slightly dminished by the faintest wince whenever she puts her weight on her left foot. But most people would hardly notice that, for it is difficult not to be entranced by her dancing. In one

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[theblondgypsy]

Gringoire was working in the library, but the sound of the tambourine draws him out. When he enters the main room and sees her, he stops dead in his tracks. "La Esmeralda? Djali? Am I dreaming?"

[gypsysorceress]

*she stops dancing to greet him, which Pierre should take as a compliment* Pierre! My brother!

[theblondgypsy]

*Once the shock has worn off, he realizes he's genuinely happy to see her* La Esmeralda! My dear girl! How are you?

[gypsysorceress]

I'm alive, and free. If Phoebus was here, then I would truly be well.

[theblondgypsy]

'Still on your Phoebus I see. Well, you can worship your Phoebus all you like. I'm almost done with my master work. Or I would be, if I hadn't lost it.'

[gypsysorceress]

That's why it's better to keep things in your head. Then you can't lose them as easily.

[theblondgypsy]

That's what I've been told, but I've also been told that I'm absent-minded. But I do have my old notes, so not all is lost. *turns his attention to Djali* My pretty little lamb! Do you still know all your tricks?