hunter of butterflies

[mestika]

She stumbles into the garden as if she'd fallen from somewhere else, and scrambles quickly to her feet, her hair wild around her, a butterfly net clutched in one hand. Then she stops and looks at the garden, her dark eyes cautious

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[colored_gowns]

Mrs Strange pauses. "Are you alright?"

[mestika]

A white woman.

"Yes," Jewel says. Her English is blunter than her native Malaysian, has a rougher quality to it, but isn't unfriendly.

have I told you lately that I love you?

[colored_gowns]

"Very well," she says, and smiles.

[mestika]

"Do you live here?"

[anna_morcades]

Morgause has been walking in the garden, the weather finally being reasonably warm. At the noise she turns: small and pale, dressed in something both simpler and richer than Jewel's gown, and apparently unruffled. "Well?"

[mestika]

"I did not know anyone lived here," Jewel answers.

[anna_morcades]

"Indeed, and how not, with the noise they all make?"

[mestika]

"Are you English?"

[jarndyceheir]

"Oh... dear." He's in a tree, and he's not wearing his jacket (it's draped over a nearby branch) and he's lost his hat somewhere or other and there's a lady (not English, and barefoot, but still) wandering around below, looking in need of assistance.

He splits the difference between hiding and coming down, and calls, "Are you alright, Miss?"

[mestika]

She looks up, startled into putting a hand to the knife in her pocket, given her by Tamb' Itam before he would let her out of his sight (Tamb' Itam is too wary these days of losing his remaining tie to Jim).

"What?" she calls back, in English.

[jarndyceheir]

"Are you alright? Uninjured?" He displays his empty, open hands.

[mestika]

"Injured? Me, hurt? No."

[avifauna]

Stephen has been here, quietly, for along about three years now, and is no longer at all surprised by abruptly-manifesting young women of any colour and in any state of dress. "Good day to you," he says mildly, out of a reasonably pleasant mood.

[mestika]

He reminds her instinctively of Mr. Stein, and she smiles back. "Good day," slightly accented. "Is it good for the butterflies here?"

[sir_palomides]

Ooooh, she has got a butterfly net. This is Palomides's most interested look. "What winged fauna have you been capturing with that particular apparatus?"

[mestika]

It takes her a moment. "Butterflies for Mr. Stein," finally.

[sir_palomides]

"Butterflies? Of a particular species, Apatura ilia perhaps?" Because anachronisms are, after all, a White special.

[mestika]

"He knows the names. I do not."