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[perfectblue]

Illyria's sitting out by the lake. If you had the misfortune of speaking with a much grumpier and slightly sickly blue demon goddess earlier, she's feeling much better, the effects of the hellcandy having worn off considerably

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[devils_dandy]

Montparnasse did in fact have said misfortune, but is not exactly considering it such.

He's wandered outside himself, hoping that Cywyllog's returned to the bar by now, hoping to avoid her if not. He sits near the lake, under a tree and stares out and up at the moon. Silently. Oblivious to the presence of anyone else. At least that he's acknowledging.

[perfectblue]

If she was not close enough before to speak to him, she is now, though she's already settled herself as though she had been there for some time rather than the few actual seconds it took her to be there.

"Hello." she says, quietly.

[devils_dandy]

He blinks and continues staring at the sky.

"Good evening."

[perfectblue]

"Is it?" Illyria asks, tilting her head at him.

[unpossessed]

Yeliel nudges her cheerfully. "Hello, my dear."

[perfectblue]

Illyria frowns at him.

"I am not your dear, but hello. You have not come to speak to me of such vile concepts as the last time we traded words, have you?"

[unpossessed]

"What! I am never vile!" he replies, hurt. He steps near her and hooks his arm over his shoulder, smelling strongly of chocolate.

"I just same to say hello..."

[perfectblue]

"And you have said it." she observes, ducking out from under his arm and moving slightly further away.

"Have you anything else to say?"

[thedoctorwho]

He won't nudge, but he will float casually by, backstroking through the air about three feet above her head.

"Good evening, Illyria," the Doctor says. "How's your plant doing? Well, I hope."

[perfectblue]

Illyria looks up, and brightens considerably.

"She is doing well enough, though she refuses to reveal her name. She is quite stubborn in that regard."

She graces him with a smile.

"How are you faring?"

[thedoctorwho]

"Stubborn, eh? Sounds like you two are getting along perfectly," he teases.

He floats down to the ground beside her.

"Myself, I'm doing quite well. Really enjoying the peace around here."

[perfectblue]

"Yes." she says, agreeably. "It is a welcome respite from... other places."

She may not tell him about Candyland. It's all rather embarrassing.