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[aimedforthemoon]

The door opens.

Actually it's flung open as a little figure hurtles herself through. Not that her gender is easy to tell, as she's wearing thick pants and a jacket of unknown colour, although the length of that dark hair is a clue, but the main thing is that the door opens. Beyond it are buildings, and people, and a muddy road. Lots, and lots of

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[sorryimatwat]

She's under Owen's table, to be precise. He pauses mid-lifting a fork to his mouth, sighs, and leans down to look at her.

"What?"

[aimedforthemoon]

She stares back, green eyes wide over high, Slavic cheekbones. Cheekbones that are far too pronounced for a girl who can't be more than four.

"Hiding."

[sorryimatwat]

Owen doesn't normally get on well with kids... but this one looks half-starved, and it hits a chord.

"What're you hiding from?"

[aimedforthemoon]

"Sascha."

Then she tilts her head.

"Why aren't you dirty?"

[ikissdhimbck]

And there's a concerned, blonde woman now crouching beside that table, hair pulled off her neck in easy curls, and wearing a fine, clean dress.

"Are you all right, darling?" she asks softly.

[aimedforthemoon]

She presses a finger to her mouth.

"Hiding."

Then she frowns, because the blonde woman is clean, and pretty, and wearing a pretty dress like in the books.

[ikissdhimbck]

The child is dressed ambiguously, but as soon as she speaks Katherine recognizes her for a small, likely poor, girl.

"I wouldn't want to give you away," she whispers conspiratorially. "So may I join you?"

[aimedforthemoon]

There is a smile, a delighted, giddy smile that makes her green eyes brighten.

"Yes."