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[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

There's a nymph perched comfortably up on one of the booth dividers, rather calmly (and relatively palely, all things considered) decked out in suitably flimsy - and jangly - Mardi Gras finery. The gauzy swathes of skirts are smoothed neatly over her lap and one knee is tugged up so that she can rest her book against it.

She smiles down at her bells in the manner that one might an old friend every so often, idly dinging one with a finger between an occasional turn of a pages.

She's getting rather used to this holiday.

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[lil-green-apple.livejournal.com]

There is a dress (http://www.edressme.com/1494.html), beads, and heels again. Her hair has returned to its usual blonde colour, at least, which is nice Pomona brightens, ever-so-slightly, at the spotting of the Lethe, and a goddessthing sits down at Lethe's table.

She is rather older than last seen.

It is tragic.

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

The pages stop turning rather quickly, and the grin that spreads across her face is crooked and wide and bright over the top of the book's spine.

"Hello."

It's a little quiet, but not too tentative.

She does not feel overly different, all things considered - goddessy, perhaps, but not too much different - and she is still Pomona.

Lethe does not put much stock in packaging.

[lil-green-apple.livejournal.com]

"It is Mardi Gras," she imparts as she kicks her heels off. Some things, it seems, do not change.

"It has been a while."

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

"Yes, the day with bells."

There is a sigh. It is not terribly put-out, but there is some mild exasperation.

She does like clothing, generally speaking.

A grin, "For you, longer, I think."

[lil-green-apple.livejournal.com]

Clothing is something of a gift, Pomona feels. A very lovely and much under-appreciated gift.

(Her nymph bits are showing.)

With something of a sigh, "Yes. I think... it is a Bar Thing?"

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

Exactly. There is absolutely nothing wrong with wanting to cover a reasonable amount of your anatomy.

(Which makes it decidedly ironic when one thinks of the meaning of the word 'nymphomaniac.')

The book closes, folds and fades into the space between her hands.

"You look very pretty though," she replies. "It suits you."

[lil-green-apple.livejournal.com]

She ducks her head, slightly. "It is not a choice dress. But thank you. Yours," she adds, "is also very lovely."

What there is of it.

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

"It is something of a tradition."

Her lips quirk.

"I think of it as a challenge of sorts," she adds, tilting her chin with mock-primness. "If I do not blush spectacularly, I win."

[lil-green-apple.livejournal.com]

"Have you been winning today?"

[dontloselight.livejournal.com]

Cloud merely eyes her ensemble.

Yes, he remembers it quite distinctly. Only - last time, she couldn't talk about it.

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

It's pretty.

Though, admittedly, there are various ways she could think of that would make it more appealing. Perhaps if it were on someone else. Or had a coat over it. Or was being viewed the dark!

After a few moments of being scrutinized her eyes raise from the writing, blinking at him over the tops of the pages.

[dontloselight.livejournal.com]

He nods in her direction - possibly in greeting. Or something.

Well, it certainly is acknowledgment.

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

Aw, Sir Cloud, don't be shy!

Her eyes crinkle, bright and amused, and she wiggles a set of fingers back at him, book resting back against her leg.

[dontloselight.livejournal.com]

This time, his nod is far more deliberate.

Why, yes! That is a greeting!

"You're wearing bells again," he notes. (And so observant, too.)

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

"Hello, Sir Cloud."

(That is a proper greeting.)

Her nose crinkles thoughtfully, legs crossing Indian-style.

"It is something of a holiday."

[dontloselight.livejournal.com]

Yes. It is. He ought to learn such things! (Pay attention, Cloud.)

"Is it." He glances around him and nods. "What sort of holiday?"

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

"One with too little clothing."

Sometimes Lethe is rather factual. This is, in fact, one of those times.

A wry grin, head cocking.

"There is also something about beads and parades."

[takiena_called]

Finn, from a nearby table, is giving her a very confused look.

He thinks that is Lethe. Probably. But she's dressed very strangely, for her. But so are lots of people, today. But-- why is she wearing bells?

Think, think.

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

Lethe is pretty sure that she is herself. A bit jingly, admittedly, but still herself.

And there's something about being half-naked that makes people paying attention to you about a thousand times more noticeable. It's kind of helpful, actually. (This is, perhaps, why female spies where ridiculously skin-tight and revealing outfits?)

She blinks - after a moment or two - eyes rising up and away from the (slightly water-warped) pages and peering around curiously.

[takiena_called]

Hmm.

She still looks like Lethe. Kinda. Mostly? He's a bad judge.

"Lethe?" he asks, just to be sure.

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

She perks up at the sounds of her name, and then further once she realizes who is saying it, folding the book into her lap and grinning widely, wiggling her fingers in greeting.

"Hello there!"

[takiena_called]

He beams back at her.

"Hi! I--wasn't sure that was you. It's a costume day?"

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

"Mardi Gras."

She bounces down from her spot - willfully ignoring the additional musical accompaniment her hips feel like providing for her - and makes her way over to where he is seated.

"It is a thing with bells," she adds. "And - yes, costumes."

[takiena_called]

"Oh," Finn says, with sudden realization. "I--got a hat for that, last year, from bar. We ate food? Traditional food. Henry and me, I mean."

Weird. That was a whole year ago, already?

"Are--you having fun?"

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

"Hats are nice," she replies with a smile, dropping a kiss onto his cheek. "So is food, really."

Lethe would have preferred a hat and some food, all things considered.

But of course not.

"Fun?" she laughs quietly, biting her lower lip. "Well, it is not so bad now. I certainly have pleasant company, yes?"