Auntie O'Tepee: Melou

[dry_tinder]

Without Magda, she doesn't quite know what to do with herself. She's built or commandeered a little shack on the fringes of the woods, and it's comfortable enough -- certainly comfortable enough for her. There are quilts, and a curtain of brocaded fabric over what might be called the window, and a beanbag chair, and boxes of various sorts where

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[lesser_son]

Melou is fussing around with no particular destination--possibly winding down to the cottage, although he hasn't gone there since his father got back--and stops stock still when he catches sight of her. This is how he survived as long as he did: he can stand so still it's hard to see him in the woods.

He watches with great interest as she gets nearer him.

[dry_tinder]

She's wearing her shirt and trousers (although no socks, anywhere on her person), as being more practical, and her hands are a telltale greyish brown. When she catches sight of him, from about three feet away, she leaps into the trees.

[lesser_son]

Melou starts. "Sorry! --pardon. Your pardon!" She moves so quick, and the trousers are so unprecedented to him, that he doesn't immediately identify gender.

[dry_tinder]

She stops, staring dubiously at him through the branches.