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There is a girl in a chair by the fire, reading a heavy, leather-bound book. She does not look particularly happy.

Are you alright, miss? [Delia asks her softly, tilting her head]

After a moment, the girl looks up. She doesn't appear to be used to being addressed as 'miss'.

"Fine, considering."

Considering I'm bloody stuck looking like bloody Ilsa.

[Delia takes note of that]

Considering what, if you don't mind me asking?

"Oh, various gods fucking with my life, that's all."

Delia might also notice that the girl is wearing men's clothing.

[oh, yes, Delia notices that. Taking the other seat, she curls up, smooths her silk dress and raises an eyebrow]

One of them turn you into a girl?

The girl looks disgusted.

"Yes."

[her lips twitch]

You're a very pretty girl, of course.

The girl glances at Delia, furrowing her brow.

"Ilsa is the most beautiful woman in Solinde."

[Delia looks at her, sorry, him for a long moment, and then shrugs]

In Solinde, then. Wherever that is.

"Where I come from originally. Where the woman who looks like this comes from."

She runs her hands through her hair, looking frustrated, and gets her fingers tangled in the blonde locks that are longer than she's used to.

"Gods!"

Ah. Well, I've seen prettier. [one other person. Cythera. But Delia is honest enough to question why she considers Cythera the more beautiful...probably because she's a sweeter person. And, besides, he isn't wearing the body very well.]

...are infamous for messing around with people's lives. What did you?

Lochiel would much prefer not to be beautiful, thanks very much. And no, he's not good at being a girl. Hence the not wearing the body very well.

She shrugs. "I don't know. There was some confusion with a Cheysuli, and some gods got involved, and I get the feeling the god I used to follow annoyed one of them, because he looked at me and then I couldn't turn back."

Oh, dear.

She snorts, not very ladylike.

"Yeah."

So, does this Ilsa now look like you?

She looks startled for a moment, then laughs.

"Gods, I hope not. Poor Hart would have a heart attack. But Ilsa wasn't anywhere near here, as far as I know she doesn't come to the bar, so she should be fine."

She closes her book, marking her page with one finger. She's clearly used to having larger hands; the heavy book is awkward in slender, delicate hands.

Good to hear. [she tilts her head slightly] So, what is your name?

"Lochiel. And normally I don't look a thing like this."

Although he does have to admit it's a better disguise than dressing as a Cheysuli. Still, he's not happy about it.

[ooc: Sure thing, I'm hear for all of the daylight hours today, anyway. Parents left me behind]

No, I gathered that...[her lips twitch again]

"Clever of you."

[[ooc: it was manic last night and sadly you had just logged off by the time I was free to concentrate. If it's not convenient ignore the following post.]

Gil recognises her immediately. A face like that does stick in the mind and being fairly petite himself he has always liked delicate little women.

But this, of course, is not a woman but indirectly the reason why he has a sobbing and distraught Dark God in his bed instead of a happy and sated one.

Gil would be very annoyed about this if he hadn't recently had words with Loki - his knuckles are still stinging a little. So he moves a little closer and asks, "Is there anything I can get for you? A drink of something?"

It's not a good opening but - really - what can one say?

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