Introduction

[priceless_flaw]

Waking in up in a strange room in a strange household is one thing. Knowing with the absolute certainty of a dream that it is her room is quite another

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[terisaofmorgan]

She's almost got the hang of this speaking to strangers thing. "Lost," Terisa says, and her voice is audible for once. "Like everyone else."

[priceless_flaw]

"Lost?" Phedre asks, watching this woman with a thoughtful look on her face. When she speaks again her voice is friendly, "I've been adrift before, but rarely in such comfortable surroundings. What is the name of this place?"

[terisaofmorgan]

"That natives--" That's stretching it a bit, but Terisa does have a sense of humor under her retiriing facade and she is too new to be anything but a visitor herself. "call it the Mansion."

[priceless_flaw]

"Natives." Phedre pauses only a moment before she dips a curtsey. "Thank you for telling me. I'm Phedre no Delaunay. I've only just... arrived. I hesitate to call myself lost, though. Why do you say it is so?"

After all, if Phedre truly is lost, she would rather like to realize this sooner rather than later.

[alcuin_delaunay]

"PHEDRE!"

Forgetting all scraps of dignity, Alcuin launches himself at her, hugging tight.

[priceless_flaw]

Shock!

"... Alcuin?"

Heartbeat.

"ALCUIN!"

Between surprised clinging and a very stunned kiss of greeting, Phedre manages a breathless, "How are you _here_?!"

[alcuin_delaunay]

"Same way you are. I have absolutely no idea." He laughs happily, clinging more. "You aren't dead, are you?"

[priceless_flaw]

"Of course not. Why would you thi-" She pauses for a moment before planting another enthusiastic kiss on Alcuin's cheek. "I'm not last I knew. I woke up here. Is this a dream? If it is, I dare not waste a moment."

[lawyer_boy]

"The Mansion, citoyenne." There's a brief smile and bow from Marius. "Or that's what we call it, anyway."

[priceless_flaw]

Phedre tries out the word before curtseying, a graceful dip.

"The Mansion. Thank you. Though if I may ask, who is we?"

[cat_inthe_sun]

Jackrabbit held Mo Chroi in arm, bouncing the baby as the new person entered, confused.

"Hello."

[priceless_flaw]

Phedre smiles genuinely at the lanky man, bobbing her head in greeting both him and the baby.

"Whom do I have the pleasure of greeting?" She queries, tucking another stray strand of hair behind her ear.

[cat_inthe_sun]

"Jackrabbit," he said with a tilt of his head. "You are new, yes? This is Mo Chroi."

Pronounced, by the way, 'Mo Kree.'

[priceless_flaw]

"Yes indeed..." She hesitates at the odd name and plunges onwards, "my lord Jackrabbit. I am new here as of this morning. I awoke in this strange place and am not entirely sure it is not a dream." Or a nightmare.

"Your child," she makes the assumption, "is adorable, if I may say so."

[sweariwontdie]

"We call it the Mansion, mademoiselle, but it isn't much of anywhere." Armand bows to the pretty lady. "I'm Armand St. Just. Welcome."

[priceless_flaw]

Phedre curtsies in response to Armand's bow, almost without thinking about it.

"And I am Phedre no Delaunay. I am grateful for the kind welcome, regardless that it 'isn't much of anywhere.' The pleasure is mine, Armand Saint Just."

After a moment, she speaks again, curiosity filling her voice, "Where are you from? Your accent...?"

[sweariwontdie]

He recognizes her last name, and his eyebrows go up in surprise and curiousity. " I am from France," he answers, a vague puzzled tone in his voice. "Do you know a man called Alcuin?"

[priceless_flaw]

She blinks, her dark eyes holding a confused look. "France?" She sounds nearly as puzzled as he. "Strange..."

Trailing off, she stares at the man.

"Alcuin? That was the name of my late brother." With a word, she simplifies their relationship in lieu of explanations to someone she has only just met. "Why do you ask?"