From the woods comes a husky alto voice, bright and enthusiastic, not seeming to mind (as she may have once) that it is not so sweet or pure as is thought pretty in a lady-- or, indeed, of a boy
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Childermass is out looking for gifts that, classically, would please fairies. Anything shiny, anything brightly colored. He's been reading, to try and expand the repertoire.
But, to a stranger's eye, he seems to simply be a tall, slightly shady looking fellow out for a walk on the grounds.
He looks up, not startled in the slightest. "Some bright red berries, if there are any near by. Or stones with bits of gypsum to make them sparkle, perhaps."
He comes over and examines the sprig of berries for a moment, then nods, withdraws a small knife, and removes it to tuck in a pouch. "Those should do, yes. Thank you..." He looks up, and there's something in his eyes that suggests he's pondering more than just Ganymede's name.
But, to a stranger's eye, he seems to simply be a tall, slightly shady looking fellow out for a walk on the grounds.
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