chastity comes naturally. patience is learned.

[iwhinny4dragons]

Sybil sang scales. She arranged ridiculously ornate vases of flowers. She sat with Sam Whalebone (the first) and tried to probe the mysteries of where the inorganic things he ate went to- sometimes literally- and then she put out the fire and sent for a house-girl to clean up the char. She sat down daily and wrote someone from the list: von

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[sir_samuel]

Snouty wasn't exactly young, and he didn't see very well, but it didn't take seeing much to tell that the young lady who walked in was not the sort of young lady you got within a hundred feet of a watch house. He blinked away the sleep from his eyes and peered at her. "What can I do for you, missie?"

[iwhinny4dragons]

Sybil's brain was having difficulty fitting the man in front of her into the social subdivisions in her head. She made a new one for Watchmen and left it at that. She smiled.

"I need to see Lance Constable Vimes, please."

[sir_samuel]

Snouty peered at her some more. Being the jailer meant you got left out of some of the watch house's circle of gossip, and he had never been very good at listening in the first place. And so the request was understandably baffling.

"Vimesy?" he asked, confused. "And what're you be wantin' with him?"

"She's Vimesy's girl." The explanation came from Ned Coates, who had appeared almost silently behind the desk. He was leaning against it now, munching on an apple and watching Sybil, cold and scrutinizing. "Or was. He's not here," he told her. "An' I don't much think you should be either, miss."

[iwhinny4dragons]

Sybil looked to the other man, and had a sneaking feeling of familiarity. She made a conscious effort not to frown, and so only her eyebrows moved, drawing the slightest bit together.

She decided to let the 'Vimesey's girl' comment slide, if only because she actually sort of liked it. The 'was', not as much.

"I need to see him," she repeated, firmly. "I can wait."