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[stealingheathen]

Hey, look! It's a biracial girl of six years old, almost seven. Being bouncy.

"Hi!"

Typist: Okay, I found out about this place, and it occured to me: Hey! Conradin and Topsy are about the same age! So she happened. So this is Emly Whitfield. That's Emly, no I. Really. She's a bit of a tomboy, is bossy, and won't turn down sweets.

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[e_nomini_fili]

Aaaw, we like little kids. So we'll kneel and smile. "Hey there, wee one. Aren't ye a bit far without yer parents?"

Typist: Fully allowed to make fun of his accent by the way. The icon is adorable.

[stealingheathen]

"I can look after myself. You talk funny."

[e_nomini_fili]

"Well I'm from Ireland, lots of people talk funny there." He winked, "It's because we're all leprechauns."

Typist: AHaha, wrong icon

[stealingheathen]

"Really? Papa says they're Cath'lics."

[inhibitionsaway]

*is wrapped in bandages and has a slight limp at the moment, but kneels down so he's more at her height* Hi, there. I'm Tristan please-don't-ask-me-to-remember-my-middle-names Pendergast. Who're you?

[stealingheathen]

"'M Emly. What happen'd t'you? You fall down the stairs?"

[inhibitionsaway]

Hi, Emly. *pauses* And yes. I fell down the stairs of Trusting Family Too Much, and I completely regret it now because it was pretty painful, but at least I had a handsome gentleman help me back up those stairs. *grins*

Typo, sorry!

[stealingheathen]

"Oh. Where're those?"

[wee_wrongdoer]

Beatrice wanders up to Emly and stares at her solemnly before addressing her in a formidable bark, for a four-year-old. "I am a princess. See? I've got jewels." She holds up a package of rhinestones.

[stealingheathen]

"Thaaaat don't make you a princess."

[wee_wrongdoer]

"Princesses have jewels and so do I. Besides, I am one. You can ask anybody!" Just because no one's bothered to contradict her yet...

[stealingheathen]

She rolls her eyes. "Your Mama''s gotta be a queen to be a princess."