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[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Mary is sneaking through the hallways of Mistlethwaite Manor.

Mary is sneaking through the hallways like she hasn't had to do in quite some time - and sharp eyes might notice that her stomach is . . . oddly puffy.

Also, squirming.


Colin's door is open, but Mary closes it behind her when she enters. One hand still on her stomach.

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[outta-a-chair.livejournal.com]

"It is," Colin agrees, not because he chose it at ALL.




"Which god?"

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Matter-of-factly: "Belar. He is a god of Alorns."

(It's mispronounced.)

"From another world."

[outta-a-chair.livejournal.com]

"--Is it a native sort of god?" he asks curiously.

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

". . . he doesn't look native." Mary is doubtful. "He is all blonde. And he talks like an American. The sort that is ex-British."

[outta-a-chair.livejournal.com]

"That," Colin pronounces after a moment, "is very queer."

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

"He is queer," Mary agrees. "But he is awfully nice. Anyways, everyone in Milliways is queer in some way or another, I think."

[outta-a-chair.livejournal.com]

"Well, yes," Colin agrees.

"That is not a reason not to say it."

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

"I did not say it was," Mary retorts, in a 'now that ought to be settled' sort of tone.

"You may say it to him as much as you like, if you ever meet him."