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[ffolksyromance]

A young man walks in, dressed well in what must be the best fashions of his time. His face, though naturally given to a smile, is watchful, as if he (and, to be honest, he is) unsure of his surroundings. He leans against the wall.I can't help but notice this isn't England. Or perhaps it is a part of it that I don't know, but it isn't like any place

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[sweariwontdie]

*yes is crackplotted to be a kid again but I couldn't wait*

Bonjour, monsieur. *beams*

[sweariwontdie]

Oh.

*frowns at him because something doesn't add up but it's beyond his skill to figure out*

I didn't know she was friends with an Englishman.

[ffolksyromance]

*smiles and a small, slightly forced light chuckle* Oh, I dare say I'm not worth mentioning.

[sweariwontdie]

*grins* Come on. We should find her.

What's England like?

[ffolksyromance]

It will be a veritable reunion.

England is beautiful, green, full of life...and most damnably wet throughout most of the year. I would not change it for the world.

[sweariwontdie]

I'd like to see England someday. *suddenly serious*

[ffolksyromance]

*hesitates a moment, then softly* There is nothing quite like her. I'm sure you will see that in her someday.

[sweariwontdie]

*smiles as only a child can* *holds out his hand* Should we go find Margot?

[ffolksyromance]

*clasps the child's arm, a little protective and uncertain himself*

I'm afraid I don't know this place at all.

[sweariwontdie]

I spent one night in... the big house, and then a lady came and took me home. I know they're around here somewhere because I saw them. *means Suzanne and Margot but doesn't say that the silly thing*

[ffolksyromance]

*involuntary smile at the flood of words* It seems that there are a wealth of worthy people here then.

Your sister cannot be far from you.

[sweariwontdie]

No, she can't.