[Delilah: Open Post] “how they say his name, make it their own"

[kamloops_rose]

It's been a strange summer, for Delilah. She's struggled with loss, once again, struggled also with who she is and isn't, in this place where she feels very often like she is the last of her kind

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[regency_twihard]

It's been one of those days when the work of printing and writing just feels like *work* to Cathy, and so she has put it all aside for the day. She needs a walk, a good, long walk to clear her head, and so she dons her walking shoes and ventures out into the fresh air.

[kamloops_rose]

Perhaps in the distance she'll see the smoke from Delilah's fire? She's roasting a few berry-stuffed hares, and will be happy to share her meal, even with a stranger.

[regency_twihard]

The smoke catches her attention: she wonders if it might be a brush fire, but as she gets closer, she notices the aroma of cooking, and wonders if it might be the cook fire of some hunters or gypsies, and so she'll proceed with a little more caution, as she approaches the clearing. "Hello? Is anyone here?" she calls out.

[kamloops_rose]

The call startles Delilah, who stands, looking around.

"Show yourself!" she calls.

She has very little access to weapons, but she does have a slingshot on hand, and is ready to use it.

[bnans_r_good]

Despite the way this project engages his mind and his hands, Nine can't help but feel restless and in need of something to get his mind off assembling bits and bobs for his current project. And so this day, he's hung up his spanner and his welding torch and headed outside, into the woods, his jacket off and his sleeves rolled up, humming some pleasant little bit of nonsense under his breath.

[kamloops_rose]

He might come upon a rare sight: Delilah is napping out by the tent, the sun freckling her honey-colored complexion.

She's curled on her side, and is resting peacefully.

[bnans_r_good]

Now there's a pretty sight, and he'll step a little more quietly as he approaches, scooching down on the ground at a respectful distance. "Takin' the sunlight?" he asks, softly. "Good day for it, put some warmth in yer bones 'fore the winter comes."

[kamloops_rose]

Delilah's eyelashes bat - she was just about to doze off, and so she slowly turns to lie on her back, and gaze upon the familiar face.

"Hello, Doctor. I haven't seen you in ages."

[cantplaygod]

Reese has been keeping his own self-appointed rounds of the house and the gardens during the daylight hours. On this day, he might have ventured into the fringes of the woods, keeping an eye on the bushes, in case there might be any indication that something might be lurking there.

But to his surprise, he comes upon Delilah's campsite, at which he pauses, taking in the scene, curious, but trying not to intrude.

[kamloops_rose]

Movement in the corner of his eye might catch his attention - Delilah is stepping out, she's on her way to pick mushrooms.

".... Hello?"

[cantplaygod]

The movement will catch his attention and he'll turn toward her. "Hey there, didn't know anyone lived out this way," he says, lightly, friendly.

[kamloops_rose]

Delilah refrains from making a tart comment about how it's not the first time she hears that, because technically, here, she's settler too, and shrugs.

" I only put this up recently, so it may have been an empty clearing last time you walked here," she tells the tall (and quite handsome) man. A shrug, and she turns to close the shelter properly.