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[alittlecut]

*to the adults

Comments

[werebear_guide]

No. Thou art a witch. Thou shalt not have my soul.

[alittlecut]

I do not know where you have heard such stories, but I assure you I am not a witch. I have no desire to steal your soul!

[werebear_guide]

*spits on the ground and scrambles further away*

Thou dost not deceive my eyes.

[booksandbites]

Ghirade. ("No, thank you.")

I'm afraid that we're allergic to peppermint, but thank you anyway.

[alittlecut]

Of course, I understand completely.

[silent_lark]

*curtsies* Welcome, Madame! That certainly sounds like a very fascinating job, though one must wonder how much of interest can be found in dust! *smiles* I am Cosette Pontmercy, it is a pleasure to meet you.

[alittlecut]

Oh, not any dust! The Dust we study is not ordinary dust, but something else altogether. Very few truly understand it.

It is wonderful to meet you.

[silent_lark]

Oh, I see! Well, I suppose I do, though I'm sure I wouldn't be one of the ones to understand. Marius surely would! *happysigh*

And you! I do hope you enjoy yourself here.

[little_wanderer]

...'Dust'...
......

[alittlecut]

*bewildered* Yes, Dust.

[little_wanderer]

What is it like...?

[alittlecut]

It is very, very small.

[prince_des_mers]

*gives her a very, very long look with his solemn black eyes* You are like my eldest cousin.

I am afraid perhaps my wife would like you.

[alittlecut]

Oh, marvelous! I would love to meet her.

[prince_des_mers]

She is not here. She is home. In addition, she is not very good company. She is only eight years old.

[alittlecut]

Oh. I see.