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[thewidewideworld]

Sinric dances in through the door, singing. He’s dressed in masquerade costume – a gold sunburst half-mask, a skirt of shimmering gold and blue. His chest is adorned with a wide collar of starbursts of gold and emeralds and nothing else; his small girlish breasts exposed.

His voice is high and sweet, his hips swaying in time to the song making the wide gold belt jangle and his long golden hair swing.

“My true love has this fine noble steed, the like of which you ne'er did see. At every part of this horse's mane, there's hanging fifty silver bells and ten. There's hanging fifty bells and ten.”

He hasn’t yet realised where he is yet, still singing happily.

{ooc: feel free to mistake Sinric for a woman if you don’t already know him. Or point out that he’s semi-naked.}

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[herr_bookman]

"Eep! Miss--!" Autor stammers, covering his eyes from his seat at the bar. "Would you like a covering?"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric looks around and laughs. "Oh, I've missed this place! And if it offends you, I suppose I should." The bar provides a scarf of a fabric that matches the skirt and he sides under the jewels to bind his chest.

[herr_bookman]

"It doesn't offend me!" Autor squeaks, not daring to peek through his fingers. "I just figured you might be cold, is all. Yes. It's chilly out, on a mid-summer's night."

[thewidewideworld]

"I'm warm enough, but thank you for your consideration." He laughs softly. "It's okay, you can look, I'm decent."

[herr_bookman]

Autor peeks over his fingertips and breathes a sigh of relief. He adjusts his glasses over his blush and clears his throat before looking to her again. "Well, um, hello. I didn't mean to interrupt your singing. Um. You have a l-lovely voice."

[athelstanthescribe]

"Well, you look better today." Athelstan steps up behind him and wraps something around his shoulders, covering his breasts. "For Security's sensibilities."

[thewidewideworld]

"Athelstan!" Sinric laughs, turning to hug him. "Oh, my dear friend. How I have missed you!"

[athelstanthescribe]

He blinks but hugs him back.

"How long has it been?"

[thewidewideworld]

"Um... two and a half years since I saw you last? I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was going."

[athelstanthescribe]

"We all do what we must." He studies Sinric's face. "But it's only been a week or two here."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Sinric!"

That's Ragnar, looking up from the map he's looking at while he's drinking some ale.

[thewidewideworld]

"Ragnar!" The youth comes over with a skip in his step and a confident smile on his lips. "It's been so long. I was starting to think it had been a dream."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Oh, you got one of those as well," Ragnar says. "We once spent four years in our world while a week passed here. How long has it been?"

He stands, and opens his arms to Sinric.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric goes into his arms, happy and trusting. "Since the day I came here after Leo's attack? Two and a half years. How long has it been for you?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar hugs him warmly. "Just a few weeks, in our world," he says. "Six? Eight? We crossed the sea and fought a battle in England. My sweet Athelstan did very well."

Pause.

"And it was just one or two weeks in this place."

[soldier_blade]

Sonya was trying to read when she heard the singing. The novel itself wasn't important: just something she grabbed off the shelf to get her mind off things. Such a goal was achieved not from the book itself, but seeing the 'person' half naked and dressed in gold.

For one odd reason or another, she found herself thinking of David Bowie from the seventies. Yet, even Bowie was more masculine than this person.

"Hey...buddy?" She called to get their attention. Buddy seemed a nuetral enough form of address. "Not that costume isn't nice, but there are kids around."

She reached over to get her jacket: whoever this person was, they were small enough that it was easily fit them.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric takes a moment to realise what she's said then looks down and laughs. "My apologies. I was so lost in my song, I didn't notice where I was." He stops at the bar and fetches a scarf, tying it around his chest, under the jewels.

[soldier_blade]

Seeing the person cover themselves with the scarf, she put away the proffered jacket. "Also looks like you came back from a hell of a party."

Sonya wondered if the person had too much to drink as well.

[thewidewideworld]

"The Frankish ambassador is a bore of a man but he brings musicians of the highest order when he comes. And the finest wine." Sinric giggles.

[soldier_blade]

"Frankish?" That was a word Sonya hadn't heard outside of a book, or maybe outside of Milliways. Certianly it marked this person as being centuries in the past from her. "From the looks of things, you seem to be enjoying both."

She wondered just how strong the wine was.

"Name's Sonya Blade." She held out her hand. While handshakes may've come after this person's time, she never seemed to get out of the habit.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede, actually, merely smiles upon seeing Sinric, and taps his heel against the floor, making his thick anklet of tiny bells jangle in time with his song.

"You look beautiful, and you dance just as well," he says. "Hello Oriens."

[thewidewideworld]

"Ganymede!" Sin laughs and comes bounding over to him. "I have missed you terribly. I was starting to think this place was a dream."

[the_cupbearer]

"No, not a dream," he chuckles, opening his arms for the young eunuch when he comes close enough to embrace. "I at least am quite real. How long has it been for you since we talked last?"

[thewidewideworld]

He falls into the embrace, careful not to tangle up his jeweled collar. "Two years and this summer. Too long!" His colour is high, clearly a little drunk. "I have dreamt of the stars you gave me and of your kindness often."

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede chuckles and spins the young man around in an easy twirl, footsteps light as air. "You're a little drunk," he murmurs. "Come sit with me, beautiful. I want to hear all your stories from these last two years."