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[katyafeline]

A tiny girl, with light delicate steps, slips into the bar.

And immediately disappears into the shadows, wary and watchful. She isn't sure how she got here, but she isn't about to surrender this rare chance to spend some time away from her trainers.

Comments

[herr_bookman]

"What do I call you?" he asks, sniffling as he considers his next move. He hopes that eventually he'll stumble on a question that she doesn't mind answering--but he's never put much stock in hope.

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[katyafeline]

She makes a face at him, even if he can't see it - he's very noisy.


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[herr_bookman]

"All right. I think I'll call you Vere, from 'verecundus'," he muses quietly. "It means shy, in Latin."

He does, however, order up another half-bowl of sugar cubes.

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[katyafeline]

She frowns at him - she's not shy.

Just for that, when her answer appears, so do little frowny faces in all of his O's.


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[herr_bookman]

Autor smirks. "I could have called you Furs, which means thief."

Then the boy softens, sniffling as he thinks. "How about Calli, from 'callidus', meaning clever or dexterous?" he says, and nudges the sugar bowl forward.

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[katyafeline]

Just for that, she only takes half of the sugar cubes.


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X|O|O


The borrowed pen is laid neatly on top of the finished game, icy-cold