Another Beatrice/Benedickspawn. Are you running yet?

[tillallgraces]

*in comparison to her brother, she's also redheaded and nice to look at; in contrast, she's younger, about sixteen, dressed simply, with very little decoration save some ribbons tied round her waist and in her hair, and carries a parasol at her side. She actually blushes when she sees the assembly

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[immafruitfly]

*...grins, 'cause it's a pretty girl near his age, omgyay ^___^* We do our best to be. Or, well, I do. And I'm not everybody, but -- whatever. *and said grin'll go somewhat sheepish now* Damien Next-Hades. Signior Cocytus's son. Or something.

[tillallgraces]

*... blushes, and opens her parasol delicately as a distraction from that* I thank you for the welcome, Signior. Are you of Lethe's kin?

[immafruitfly]

*finds that way too cute* You're welcome -- you can call me Damien, I can't be that much older than you. Yeah, Lethe's my uncle -- the only uncle that really likes me, I think, as much as he likes anyone, anyway.

[tillallgraces]

*and raises the parasol to hide behind a little* An we be familiar, I will call you by your Christian name, signior. *and pokes her face out from behind the parasol, shocked* Your uncles do not love you? O, wherefore?

[less_than_man]

Then 'tis not only I that have wandered astray! *grin*

[tillallgraces]

Not only thee, Valentino. *smiles* Dost thou find this place as temperate as I?

[less_than_man]

Ay! 'Tis a pleasing place -- and many a pleasing maid in it. *^_^*

[tillallgraces]

Is't certes so. How many pleasing have exchanged words with thee? But how many pleasing men? I have greeted none of my own sex.

[verseslikeroses]

I think everyone here is sort of lost, some more than others. *a small smile that manages not to turn into a smirk* I'm Grace. Grace Pendergast.