For gar_demokratia

[fillegentille]

[She's skulking around Hellas's house, now that she's found it. She goes through the bedroom--and the other bedroom--and the other other bedroom, and a few rooms whose purpose she can't identify. She likes it, though. There's something that might be a kitchen, and past it, a room full of cushions. With Hellas lying in the very middle.

Well.]

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[gar_demokratia]

[if she'd discovered anything of the sort yet she would've been smoking slowly, that's how relaxed and regal she looks. Well, she's trying very hard to be sure.

She looks up in slow surprise when France suddenly walks in.]

...May I help you?

[fillegentille]

[determined to not get chased out of the house with a spear] I was--I was looking for the privy, madame.

[gar_demokratia]

And you chose to look inside for the outhouse? [narrows her eyes and sits up a little-- she looks vaguely familiar but she can't place the barbarian woman]

[fillegentille]

A silly mistake!

[She doesn't back out of the room, though; she's waiting for Hellas to remember her.]

[gar_demokratia]

[frowns a little harder]

A second-- Did I sleep with you? Is that where I know you from?

[fillegentille]

You did. [makes to enter, then remembers who she's dealing with] May I come in?

[gar_demokratia]

[sighs, supposes she owes you entrance since you did have sex at some point. So she sits up more and waves vaguely] Come in, come in. Refresh my memory, what was your name?

[fillegentille]

France. And may I sit down? [indicates the pillows. All the pillow.]

[gar_demokratia]

Ah, yes-- Phransia. [starts doing up her hair again with the pieces of string she had lying next to her.] Sit down. I take you don't need the privy anymore?

[fillegentille]

[sits next to her, arranging her skirt around her knees--just to show a little bit of thigh] You saw through me.

[gar_demokratia]

[notices and appreciates it idly] Indeed. Are you here just for me, then?

[fillegentille]

Perhaps I was admiring the--architecture. The fine construction. [takes a turn leaning back, but it's not comfortable]

[gar_demokratia]

[it's a very practised nonchalant look, you have to work on it. She raises an eyebrow, not ready to be amused yet] It is a fine building. I'm sure it was modelled after one of mine.

[fillegentille]

The finest. [turns onto her side to look up at Hellas] As expected.

[gar_demokratia]

[a small smile twitches on her lips] Nothing less. Wine, Phransia?

[fillegentille]

[sits bolt upright] Please!