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[ostro_goth]

It is still early in the afternoon, but it is already dark outside.

Teja is sitting by the fireplace, playing a melancholy tune upon his harp.

The cats are casually draped around the chair he is sitting in.

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[tragic_mask]

Melpomene is slumped over a chair in the corner. Her ears prick as she hears the harp begin-- she thinks she may know the tune (or wrote it).

[ostro_goth]

She may very well know it; it was already old when Teja learned it, in 6th century Italy.

[tragic_mask]

She listens, for a few moments, then leans over her chair to greet him.

"Teja, isn't it?" she says.

[ostro_goth]

"Indeed," Teja says. "That is my name, lady."

[of_atlantis]

Here, Teja. Be traumatised by a child trying to get out of a blue hoodie that's a couple sizes too big for her.

[ostro_goth]

Teja isn't traumatised by children, but he does not know how to deal with them. Unless they are older, as Carlotta was when he first met her.

[of_atlantis]

In the struggle to get the sweater off, Kida stumbles and sits down unexpectedly on the floor, but doesn't start to cry; rather, she just keeps pulling at it until the cloying material comes off in a heap on the floor beside her.

Her hair is ruffled, but otherwise she is unscathed. Miraculous, all things considered. (Though it's curious why she was in a slightly damp hoodie without shoes, socks, or pants.)

[ostro_goth]

Teja doesn't feel inclined to bother with such things: - children will wear odd clothes when one lets them.

But one of his cats walks over, a big friendly white-and-tabby tom.

He 'mrrrr's, and rubs his face against Kida's hand.