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[youngandhealthy]

Molly is sitting in a hallway window seat, sewing idly. She's quiet, still, but weeks have passed, and she's begun to relax a little after all that happened with Caliban and Niko. The small flowers she's embroidering are going slower for the fact she spends about half her time looking out the window. But she would enjoy seeing a friend, or

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[rob_fellows]

Here's a Robin, who is preoccupied with Helen (he spoke to Henry about this, and it's not reassuring), and who made up with Cal, if not with Niko. He is a bit more relaxed, despite it all, and he certainly will be happy to see Molly again.

"Hey." A soft call.

[youngandhealthy]

"Sir!" She looks up with a smile. "Good day. You're looking well."

[rob_fellows]

"I'm better, thanks," Robin replies with a puckish smile. "How are you, sweetheart?"

He comes closer, hovering just close enough to touch her side.

[youngandhealthy]

"A bit better, thankee." She smiles. "Glad to hear y'are well."

[tricky_bowman]

Here's someone Molly hasn't met yet. Tristan is coming back from yet another hunting trip, and has on his heels a young puppy who will come bounding happily to Molly's heels.

"Husdent!" He calls the dog, without avail. "I'm so sorry, Lady."

[youngandhealthy]

She laughs, leaning down to scratch the puppy's ears. "I don't mind. Full o'life, this one."

[tricky_bowman]

"That, he is," Tristan notes with a smile. "I found the little one whining in the stables -- I could not resist."

Especially after having had the accidental custody of Sophia for a bit.

He pauses, though, and bows. "My apologies, lady. I am Sir Tristan."

[youngandhealthy]

"Oh, another knight." She grins. "The place is lousy with ye. I'm Molly Seagrim, though most just call me Molly or Moll, betimes."

[sophie_darling]

A little girl - she's taller than when she met Molly - is observing her from a doorway, not daring to come closer. She doesn't remember her, it's been too long, but she is fascinated by what Molly is doing.

[youngandhealthy]

She glances up after a bit. "Good day. Would y'like t'see, miss?" Molly doesn't right away remember Sophie either; she's grown.

[sophie_darling]

"I --- you don't mind, Miss?" Sophie remains shy, she's still hanging to the doorstep of her room.

[youngandhealthy]

"Nay, not the least. Come, if it please thee."

[emocaliban]

T: ....>__<

Caliban has been getting a bit more out of his room, though still always nervous, and still with the deep, tired, unhappiness in his eyes. But now it's only there when he's alone, as today.

Walking down the hallway in your direction is a boy you know, Molly, head down and dressed in unrelieved black as usual, shoulders slumped and hands shoved in his pockets. The posture is almost as characteristic as the ghost-white skin is.

He's thoroughly lost in thought, enough that he didn't even smell her on turning into the hallway.

[youngandhealthy]

Had to happen eventually...

She looks up as he comes into the hallway, and pales a little. She doesn't look afraid, so much as... uncertain. And sad, really. After a moment, she says, "...Caliban."

[emocaliban]

His head snaps up so quickly it's a marvel he doesn't get whiplash, freezing in his tracks. His eyes go kind of wide and he gets even paler in the moment he actually looks at her, and he does look scared, but it's not really of her. Not - really.

His stomach twists in knots, the thought occurring to him that she never used to use his full name. Then he's looking down again, huddled into himself, barely not backing away.

Not saying anything yet, though.

[youngandhealthy]

She falters a little. Beyond what happened, she's worried that Niko has biased him against her. "I..." She stops. "...how are you?"

[false_kyllikki]

Kyllikki sees few women embroidering here, and so the sight of Molly in the hallway with needle and thread--it reminds her suddenly, poignantly, of home. Molly might be the maidens who danced with Kyllikki when they were young and they wore their hair as girls did, and not as women did (and she still binds up her hair in long braids) ...

"Hello," Kyllikki offers. "What do you sew, maiden?"

Typist: If this is too late, feel free to disregard. ^_^;;

[youngandhealthy]

She looks up with a small laugh at being so addressed, though it's not unkind. "Just handkerchiefs." She displays her work, which is competent but not expert.

T: Not at all! ^_^

[false_kyllikki]

It's lovely, though, against the rough shapes and hard angles of Kyllikki's embroidery; she smiles to see it. "You sew with such delicate stitches--! For your own use, or for a friend?"

[youngandhealthy]

"For sommat t'do mostly. I'd not thought who t'give it to, when I'd done."