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[silver_flecks]

It is Del!

She is in the Bar!

...

And there are monkeys. Purple ones. With umbrellas.

Just cause.

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[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

The gunslingers have a bad track record with purple monkeys. Therefore, Cuthbert is possibly eying them, and Del, a bit warily.

[silver_flecks]

Del smiles sweetly at him.

It's like lemonade poured over a burn.

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert continues to be a bit wary, but remembers his manners. He nods in her direction and taps a hand against his throat.

"Long days and pleasant nights, sai."

[silver_flecks]

"SoMe DaYs ArE lOnGeR thAn oThErS," she nods. "SoMetImeS tHe lIgHt NEvEr GoEs OuT aNd It BurNs YoUr EyEs AwAy."

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert blinks. "Well, days can be pretty long, some times of year. Can't say I've ever had any brushes with eye-burning because of them, though."

[silver_flecks]

"ThE SuN wOn'T gO oUt," she sing-songs, "AnD yOu StArE iNtO iT anD It BUrNs THe CoRnEaS aNd tHeN tHe FlUiD lEakS oUt lIkE tEarS. BuT nOt SaLtY."

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Another blink. "That...doesn't sound very pleasant."

[silver_flecks]

"No. NoT aT aLl. WoUlD yOU LiKe tO tRy It?"

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

"Er...no thanks. I think my eyes are fine as they are, sai."

[silver_flecks]

She giggles. "If YoU aRe SurE."

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

"Quite sure." Cuthbert says firmly.

There's something naggingly familiar about this girl. Not as if she were someone he knew, per se, but perhaps someone he's met once or twice.

"Have you got a name, then, sai?"

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"Oh, YeS. MaNy."

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

"Well...which do you go by most often?"

[susan-death.livejournal.com]

Well, this is an anthropomorphic personification it's easy to identify.

"Would you be Del, by any chance?" Susan asks as she takes a seat nearby.

[silver_flecks]

"NoT By aNy cHaNcE," Del says thoughtfully.

[susan-death.livejournal.com]

"Good point," Susan concedes, carefully masking her apprehension about this conversation. "I'm Miss Susan."

[silver_flecks]

"WhAt DiD yOu MisS, hmmm?"

[susan-death.livejournal.com]

"It's what everyone who knows me calls me," Susan says, before realising that she'd forgotten about Lobsang. Oops.

[silver_flecks]

"ArE yOu VeRy SaD, tHen?"

[susan-death.livejournal.com]

"Should I be?" she asks. Then shakes her head. "Do you know who I am?"

[silver_flecks]

"My AlMoSt gReAt-NiEcE bUt NoT QuItE." Sings it like a sparrow. "ShOuLdN'T yOU bE?"

[susan-death.livejournal.com]

"Not quite," Susan agrees. "I'm not generally given to sadness, no.

"Meg said you were in need of a governness."

[silver_flecks]

"YeS!" Bright smile. "FoR mY dErRy!"

[susan-death.livejournal.com]

Susan nods, smiling politely. "Well, I'm a governness, and I'd be happy to take care of her for you."

[silver_flecks]

"Oh! WoUlD yOu? WOUlD yOU ReAllY?" Beams.